Best Rottweiler Poems
Some dogs call them master, but I always called mine ‘Dad”
I haven’t seen him in so long, perhaps I drove him mad
For when that car bumped into him and knocked him off his feet
Some people took my dad and left me standing in the street
I never saw him after that… was everything my fault
Did he wash his hands of me, I cannot bear that thought
They put me in a place with other dogs locked up in cages
I barked a lot at first but I was there for simply ages
It took a while but I accepted Dad had let me go
I guess I wasn’t up to scratch although I’ll never know
Then, one day a couple said, “We can’t leave him behind.”
And they were nice; alas, they weren’t the dad I hoped I’d find
I never would deny the gift of this my newfound home
Without my lovely humans I’d be caged or left to roam
I’ve never been ungrateful for the love they’ve shared with me
Yet every single time we walked, my dad I hoped to see
But that was many years ago and we’ve had fun and hugs
They even have my picture printed on their coffee mugs
These days our walks are shorter and although they’re still quite fun
My aging bones make walkies slow; I certainly can’t run
I sometimes see my people looking at me like they’re sad
I’m glad we’ve been there for each other… but I miss my dad
It’s strange that since I woke I seem to have new strength today
But now I see that other ’me’ which means I’m on my way
Before I was adopted Ron Rottweiler told me that -
When your time is done you’ll see yourself still on your mat
Your humans will be sad because you had to go away.
I always hoped I’d see my dad again before that day
In this new state I know much more than I had known before
I know that there’s a bridge to cross but I want something more
Before I cross to what comes next and set my spirit free
I want to find my dad so he’s the final thing I see
I know now where I lived and it’s a long, long way to go
But wait, I see my favourite toy and hear a voice I know…
I turn to see the rainbow bridge and yonder rainbow light
A figure stands in silhouette and yet an awesome sight
The figure walks towards me in its own familiar way
It reaches out its hand to me and then I hear ‘him’ say,
“I’ve waited all these seven years - the angels think me mad -
We’ll cross that bridge together for I’ve always been your dad.”
Categories:
rottweiler, dad, death, dog, heaven,
Form:
Rhyme
Bitter words spew out of your well-polished poison pen
Insult me, go on belittle me with your vile vitriolic venom
Think you are better than me – hell no way!
Every word that spills from your pathetic pen sucks
My one poem to your river of rancid rubbish
Each to their own, but I will NEVER change my style
Bite me, go on bite me - like a sweet juicy apple
I can bite back like a Rottweiler – taunt me enough and I will snap
Tart sour words full of malice I CAN pen perfectly
Except I keep my opinion and hostile words in my head
Me, I don’t pretend to be anything I am not
Every word you pen is pure malignant malice
A fiction write purely for contest.... or is it! You decide!
05~31~15
Contest: Bite Me – John Lawless
Categories:
rottweiler, anger, poets,
Form:
Acrostic
The neighbours went off on their yearly vacation,
Off to visit some foreign nation.
Leaving me keys and a list a mile long,
To watch their pets. What could go wrong?
The rottweiler is a gentle soul
As long as there's always food in her bowl.
The trick is filling it as quick as can be,
So you need to be fast, faster than me.
The birds take pride in emptying their dishes
All over the floor, and then there's the fishes.
So there's food and water and then food again,
Making sure there's enough to last until when
The next day begins and we start it anew.
I'm told there's a cat. Really! Who knew?
If there is , it certainly keeps itself hid.
It's like playing hide and seek with some little kid.
Walking the dog has become quite a chore.
She sees the leash and runs for the door.
After being dragged two miles the walk finally starts.
The dog is immense, she should be pulling carts.
Back to the house and the hide and seek game.
If there is a cat, it doesn't come to it's name.
The birds are now staring at their seeds on the floor.
I refuse to refill the dishes as I head to the door.
So this daily ritual will last another week
And I'll keep trying to win the game of hide and seek.
Thank goodness their vacation only comes once a year.
After watching the pets ....I could sure use a beer.
Categories:
rottweiler, animalsdog, dog, food,
Form:
Couplet
I arrive at my job site 1-1 1/2 hours early
every work day as a rule generally.
I relax on a public bench with my container of coffee
while I psych myself to prepare for the day's hard work ahead of me.
A magnificent Rottweiler was being walked as I sat there one morning..
My first thought when I saw him was "Endearingly Menacing."
The dog looked at me, I looked at him
and then all of a sudden,
the dog came charging
at me directly and definitely.
I fought the natural instinct to flee.
That might trigger something in the dog predatory,
so I decided that a smile and open arms would be my greet
to this beautiful beast approaching rapidly, intimidatingly towards me.
He pounced on me with great force and weight
and began slobberingly, lovingly licking my entire face.
Since then every single one of my work days
involves Maximus and I carrying on this way.
He is the perfect start for all of my high pressured work days.
After playing with Maximus, all of my pre work anxieties fade away.
*
Special thanks to Elizabeth, Maximus's mommy
for allowing Maximus to hang with yours truly.
*
Maximus and I
To Be Continued?
*
Categories:
rottweiler, animal, dog,
Form:
Rhyme
Her nickname "'sunshine" where she worked,
She's always smiling, some confide.
She has a certain lilting perk
Of hidden beauty deep inside.
Her journey home was twenty miles
Of mostly dark, forbidding streets,
Of tenements and garbage piles
And people none would seek to greet.
In such a spot her tire blew out.
She stopped beside a littered curb.
Abandoned cars and distant shouts,
Of breaking glass and cursing words.
The twilight turned a sooty grey,
As five approached, all wearing hoods.
She kicked the tire and yelled "No way".
They bared their heads, they understood.
She had the gift to win a heart.
The group joined in to change her flat.
She tried to pay the five their part.
They "high fived" hands and that was that.
She lived alone, her little home.
Her driveway was a welcome sight.
A long weekend she earned and owned
To sleep or surf the net all night.
Her drapes inched down and met the window sill.
The hand with dirty fingernails grew still.
She made a hurried circle to the Vet.
They told her "Bud" had been a nervous chore.
She told of his uncanny sense of threat.
Her Rottweiler was first one through the door.
Categories:
rottweiler, angst, assonance, conflict, corruption,
Form:
Verse
to say that rumor has it
is to say that the World Trade Center
collapsed silently and cleanly like
oppositely sexed Siamese twins
who discovered they could mate
I had all channels going full bore
aiming at involuntary insemination
with the aid of a two-handled clam rake
now there's an archetype of malevolence
just how many categories are there anyhow
an infinity an eternity you decide
rumor has it
There may be more than one infinity
however eternity is but an extrapolation
of the next 10 minutes
who would want to spend it only there
a money robot trapped in labor
dead in a puddle of break time jism
insert your domain name here
a world gone heavily annotated
yearning for the dagger of love
whine your last you holy landlords
at a time when rent is the anomaly
where anomalies are just signals
this isn't a broken hearted paperback
or a lightning burn to the head
the big eye on the horizon says
he's trying to figure out
how far to take the next extinction
but is unsure whether to come to us again
as a mystic philosopher or a yodeling yokel
we've come out of the dark place
into the frozen lips dimness
looking for aids to navigation
having discovered the secret entrance
clues were left everywhere
let's hope it ends with clean sheets
because I just found out my guardian angel
is a rottweiler with a missing leg
and just as many teeth
one eye is a ball bearing
the other a shotgun barrel
loaded with pillow mints
he rides a mean skateboard
propelled across a landscape
of food and sex smells
no wonder I'm on the run
from my own mother
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Categories:
rottweiler, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Roxy as the loudest rottweiler in Waterbury, an historic town in Connecticut,
Roxy was a vigilante dog, which never let a stranger or a burglar in;
once this ranch home was a haven, thanks for the love she had shown!
While I was watching my favorite movie, she joined in with interest;
I padded her to let her know that I approved of her curiosity,
and I spoiled her with foods that dogs shouldn't eat: like cookies and pastry!
On the sunniest days of spring and summert, we spent many hours playing, I threw the ball
and she would find it anywhere on the lawn and bring it back breathing heavily;
whoever says that dogs can't be human?....They have already proven that to us
by being our best friends! A dog can rescue a child from a burning house,
and jump into the coldest pool and bring that baby unharmed to safety;
and many of them take risks that we wouldn't take, to protect us in dangerous situations!
Canines have been our bodyguards since ancient times...Homer, the blind poet, had one, too,
but what they don't have is a spirit like ours, that spirit which returns, upon death, to God;
and will they ever go to Heaven with us? Our answer should be no, but the odds of taking
them with us, wouldn't be favorable, so we must leave them behind in their earthly dwelling!
When we'll be resurrected by Christ, we'll remember these loyal and dear companions
that shared our affections, our joy of loving, and our same fate: living and dying like we do!
Roxy was the gentlest and the most affectionate dog that ever lived, Roxy kept me from harm;
and what she gave was more than anyone could ever give! And my appreciation and gladness
were demonstrated in my caring ways: making sure she was well-fed and had plenty
of water to drink, when I would be gone for hours...and on my return, she would greet me
with a loud bark, and licking my cheeks, she jumped on me and tickled me with her paws!
Roxy was a gift from a neighbor who died alone; she entrusted her to me, and called me son!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
rottweiler, death, dedication, devotion, food,
Form:
Sestina
OK another adventure in the mad poet’s life,
This occurred just before I met Jane, my imaginary wife.
Jane’s brother, Glen had set me up with a blind date
He said the girl was a stunner, I could not wait
So dressed in me stripe trouser with me chequer tank top vest
I oiled me baldhead and let the old spice do the rest
Off I went down town to meet Deglet Noor (that was her name)
Glen said, “If you see her lips you’ll want to kiss them more and more.”
Then I saw her, and dam what a blind date
She was lumpy like custard with an all eye seeing Rottweiler that made me fearfully
hesitate.
She looked like a bulldog chewing on a bee
And the Rotter was eyeing me leg as if it wanted to hump me
I thought to myself, give the girl a meal
Then we call it a day and that was the deal
She chose this uptown place where rich people dined
A French restaurant with snails and frogs legs, you know the funny kind
I had a steak, she had prawns and a lobster too
And she persuaded me by force to drink champagne form her trainer shoe
When she ate poor lobster it was a terrible gore
I wish she could have taken a tip from Sir Robert Hinshaw
When we finished the waiter brought the bill and waited for me to pay
£1500 bloody pounds, my bowels almost gave way
I said to him “We not finished yet. Could we have Ice cream and coffee?”
And I said “Oh and don’t forget the mint toffee”
Me credit card was on strike and would not handle that amount
It was time for me to exit time to get out
So when the waiter had gone I told her I was going to the loo
Said to her I needed to off load a number two
In a terrible panic I managed to squeeze through the window, hitting the deck
I punched the air shouting “Yes!” followed by an “Oh F-ck” and “What the Heck”
I had fallen into the kitchen and not outside you see
The head chef said “We built it this way to stop people like you stealing from me”
Five weeks on and 100000 dishes later,
If I stayed any longer I’m sure I would have been promoted to head waiter
Nevertheless, If you do come across Glen give me a shout
Tell him the mad poet is looking to blow his brains out
**For my sweet Delysia Hendricks who asked me to write this poem**
**Deglet Noor is a date that you eat if you didn't know**
Categories:
rottweiler, funnyme, people, girl, me,
Form:
Rhyme
You want to know about it
The bad memories, the pain
Ok just wait for a bit
Ill have to jig it out my brain
It happened in the middle of May
Glen my friend was off to Spain
I remember it was a sunny day
A few months before I dated his sister Jane
“Come around please, pet sit”
“Jane and I will be gone five days”
“It will be only for a little stint”
“The dogs just eat and want to laze”
So off I go up the hill, House No 7
A beautiful mansion, the best on the road
You could almost feel as if you were in heaven
With a gate that had a 6 digit code
An eloquent man answered the door
Handed me the leashes and said he’d be back a five
“Don’t surprise them” and he said no more
I heard the car as it left the drive
Sniff, Sniff, then, it happened
A huge black object almost snapped off my nose
I caught the rottweiler by the skin of it neck
The chiwawa was dangling from my nuts and my hose
I screamed colourful words but for you I’ll use “What the heck”
I could not let go as I kick the rottweiler in the nuts
It squealed, then growled it went wild
I punched it as hard as I could right in the guts
Then I ran upstairs with a chiwawa hanging screaming like a child
I dove through the upstairs window to the grass
With a chiwawa squeezing my bits
But this time with a rottweiler attached to my ****.
The rottweiler landed first with me on top as we hit
I suffered a broken collar bone, a leg and an arm
The rottweiler was out but the chiwawa was hanging on
I didn’t think the chiwawa would cause so much harm
Till I ripped it from my loins and with my good arm threw it far and long
I fell on the ground in pain, I thought this was the end
And as if a miracle an angel stood sent from heaven
It was the familiar face of Glen my trusty friend
He said what you doing at no7 we waiting at no 11.
Categories:
rottweiler, funnyme,
Form:
Rhyme
It was an early September storm,
Jackson the Pug, didn't have a thing to do
so he found an old comic book
about a Super Hero who wore a cape,
He climbed up into his favorite easy chair
and began to read,
or should I say,
look more so at the pictures.
it didn't take long however,
before Jackson began to get sleepy
he took a deep breath, and sighed
and fell into a comfortable sleep
Then he began to dream!
He dreamed of being on a roof top,
and he heard,a terrible noise from the alley below
he poked his head over the ledge and saw
A huge Rottweiler, had a Mother Cat and her kittens cornered.
Jackson, without thought, sprang into Action
down the fire escape he ran, his red cape
aloft, trailing him, with a circle with the
Big letters SP in the center of it
The last landing, had a roll down ladder,
but Jackson leaped the last fifteen feet,
Super Pug, Canine Super Hero took flight
In a flash, he landed between the Rottweiler and
the Cat family.
he quickly turned, and glared at the Rottweiler
and said" Large Canine Evil doer, I am Super Pug
you will leave these citizens alone, and leave,
or your fate shall rest in my Paws"
With this the Rottweiler began to howl,
" Little flea, it is you who will leave or,
I will eat you as an appetizer " another howl
as he began to inch towards Jackson.
"You were warned" snarled Jackson, "Now meet your fate"
Thwap! Pop! Smack! Howl! Smack! Thud!
Jackson moved like lightening, his cape a blur,
the dust settled, the Rottweiler was down and out
" Oh Super Pug" said the Mother Cat,
You're my Hero, and licked his face.
just then, Jackson woke up from his little nap,
with a blanket, just like his cape covering him!
With Janice Pug, his wife, licking his face!
Categories:
rottweiler, imagination, pets, cat, hero,
Form:
Free verse
Though the time has come
To say good bye
The bond we share
Will never die.
You were my friend
Yet so much more
You walked on two
I ran on four.
You touched my heart
And made me feel
A simple love
I knew was real.
You blessed my life
With your loving care
And when I needed you most
You were always there.
I want you to know
That I’m still here
I live in your heart
And I’m always near.
I’m the warm sun
Brightening your day
I’m the gentle breeze
Chasing your blues away.
My spirit is a snowflake
Dancing to the ground
You can feel my presence
In the silence all around.
Though the time has come
To say good bye
I continue to live
In the vast blue sky.
This poem was written for a very special Rottweiler named Nakita, who touched the hearts of
many with her beautiful smile and strong attitude. Due to cancer, on October 30, 2009 her
owners were forced to make that dreadful decision. Having had to make that dreadful
decision myself back in 1998, I felt their pain and wrote this poem. I then placed placed the
poem on a picture of Nakita in photoshop. I blew the picture poem up to an 8x10 and gave
it to Nakita's owners. It was a gift that made them cry, but also touched their hearts!
Categories:
rottweiler, inspirationaltime,
Form:
Rhyme
My friend Meg was leaving for a week-long vacation
And struggling hard to provide for her congregation:
With a horse, two dogs, one cat and a bird
You might as well say she had a whole herd
I arrived just hours after Meg made her escape
To find yellow feathers all over her cat’s face
One dog had dug a hole ‘neath the backyard fence
The remaining Rottweiler growled angrily on the offense
Out in the barn a horse was giving birth to a colt
So I tried to call her vet but was placed on endless hold
I attempted to reach Meg; her cell phone was off
“Don’t feel defeated,” I chided myself with a scoff
A circus was in town and gypsies answered my cry
Now from their trapeze, I often fly quite high
Luckily Meg’s fine horse needed no birthing aid
And the bearded lady got the Rottweiler caged
The missing dog returned, at least that’s what Meg said
She claimed to understand how I had simply lost my head
But as she hurled balls at me, sitting on the dunking bench
Meg muttered words I didn’t know (they sounded French)
The clown suit fits just fine and at least I’m not confined
In the sanitarium for pet sitters who’ve surely lost their minds
* For Sharon Tidewell's Pet-Sit Panics Contest
Categories:
rottweiler, animals, funnylost, dog, dog,
Form:
Rhyme
A Giant
There is an unknown legend that comes
from the great Black Forest
of a creature fearsome and oh, so glorious.
Though his brain be small
and barely larger than a walnut
his head and jaws are held in fear and awe.
Those huge brown eyes hold such a stare
and his teeth are sharp as nails
with claws long and pointed reaching everywhere.
The body black and boldly trimmed in brown
short haired waistcoat thick yet soft
rapped snuggly at his belly round.
The form is slim and trim, the torso long and lank
a streamlined tail waving in the sun
satisfied when its task is done.
There he is, can you see him frown
thrashing through the field
everybody running as he comes into town.
His sound is loud and deafening,
it roars like echoed thunder
as feet imprint the earth he plunders.
There he stands with renewed vigor and vim
challenging every eye on him.
What's that you say, you're unafraid,
He is but a tiny Dachshund?
Stand back my friends, you doubting disbelievers,
be fearful and leary, despite his size
he is a giant,
a Rottweiler in disguise.
Categories:
rottweiler, animal, dog,
Form:
Bio
A rottweiler with a dramatic flair
is a thespian beyond compare
He roams through Poughkeepsie
as the resident gypsy
always laying his emotions bare
Categories:
rottweiler, humor,
Form:
Limerick
5/16/22
Here let me paint you a drawing
My skin crawling
Something stirring and calling
As the leaves begin falling
It's appalling
That people are always squabbling
And gossiping
Yet another mauling
It's no longer enthralling
The temperature of the water freezing or scalding
People aging, greying and balding
This process has no halting
Most spills their guts like a geyser
Life's a , but I like her
With every fiber
Many think they're the , but they need a diaper
I got the job done with or without a screwdriver
Close and far from barbwire
While occasionally sipping hard cider
Or Budweiser
I'm no liar
Or one to preach to the choir
Nearby a campfire
And 4 car tires
I stood with a Rottweiler
Feeling lazy or hyper
Harmless like a Sandpiper
Damgerous like a Pit Viper
Harmless like all these ass wipers
Dangerous like a sniper
Harmless like a Striper
Dangerous like a Tiger
Harmless like the town crier
Dangerous like a Black Widow or Red-Back spider
Harmless like always being nicer
Dangerous like the edge of a pizza slicer
It's time for the next shock
Most thought they could fix it with a pep talk
Meanwhile close by flew a red hawk
Before I decided to jet off
Dealt with pests lots, put them in a headlock
Then they came to a dead stop
Nearby the bedrock
It's revolting
Far too much overindulging
And information withholding
Dangerous like exposure to molding
In all directions it's pulling
I'm still mulling
Meanwhile they continue at lulling
So that they are the ones controlling
In pitch blackness
Full of sadness
Reaching a state of madness
The pattern becoming erratic
It's nearly always tragic
With endless havoc
I almost had it
And went bat
But I partook in Black Magic
In a basement as well as an attic
In the end the outcome was anti-climactic
Categories:
rottweiler, dark, deep, life, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme