Best Slobbery Poems
When I had to leave, if you’re finding it tough.
Because forever would not have been enough.
Try not to let your lonely, broken heart, heave.
If you’re finding it tough when I had to leave.
I wanted to stay, I know you needed me,
Despite the love we shared, it wasn’t to be.
The memories we made, each and every day.
I know you needed me, I wanted to stay.
Walks on that trail when it was just you and me.
You liked showing me off for everyone to see.
My slobbery kisses, the pounding of my tail.
When it was just you and me, walks on that trail.
Being with you, it was always the best time for me.
If we were in the car or playing or just watching TV.
I always somehow knew what you wanted me to do.
It was always the best time for me, being with you.
I guess we always knew, my time here would be short,
And that extra time together just couldn’t be bought,
Even if that bridge takes me far, I’ll always love you,
My time here would be short, I guess we always knew.
I’ll always be there, right there in your heart,
Because ours was a team that no one could part.
If you are feeling heartbroken, please know I care,
Right there in your heart, I’ll always be there.
Categories:
slobbery, dog,
Form:
Quatrain
Happiness is the first rain that breaks the drought,
Seeing the joyful faces on farmers all about.
Happiness is a young child soaring high on a swing,
Feeling as free as a bird on the wing.
Happiness is a clean report of health from the medical test,
Knowing the old ticker is good, makes me feel my best.
Happiness is knowing the whole family is home snug and warm,
When thunder, lightning, hale and wind rage in the storm.
Happiness is that wagging tail, whimpers saying glad you’re home,
The slobbery toy he brings to encourage you never to roam.
Happiness is that first burst of soothing warm water in the shower,
On a freezing cold winter’s day it gives you such power.
Happiness is the first white flowers of Jasmine telling me its spring,
The beautiful perfume filling the air those tiny flowers bring.
Happiness is sitting at the end of the day with a good job done,
Just relaxing with him watching the setting of the sun.
Happiness is that tight hug at the airport that lasts for so very long,
So glad to see each other, because our love is so strong.
Happiness is my prayer of thanks at the end of the day and into the night,
Thanking our lord for keeping them safe and allowing all to go right.
Categories:
slobbery, happiness,
Form:
List
Puppy Love at 55
When I am wise, I’ll turn to puppy love
With generous doses of truth and innocence, almost no shame …
“Her be my gal!” Or “Me gonna marry him, so you jus’ shove!”
Sound adorable. Singing, “He is mine. I am his. Gonna get married, take his name.”
Gone the days of horse and carriage … some sensuous songs, also silent …
At this moment I am not wise, merely older, aged fifty-five;
I make amends, enjoy each tomado-love and each new accent;
Aware of so much pain, woundings, the living-but-barely-alive
So I recall how puppy love felt like fresh air, sunshine, pure
We thought the best of belle or beau
Time never existed. No bills, diapers, nothing to insure
Slobbery kisses on ears, eyes, but unashamed, secure …
When I turned a certain age; not so young and not so pure
I thought marriage was right: seemed the way to secure
Each other in love’s embrace for children, a better future …
No regrets! But I gaze at a happy marriage in old pics now.
So I say this to all poets, painters, quaint artists, saints and sinners:
Start early with puppy love, and never give up on it;
Why discuss doubling household incomes, becoming millionaires
For such talk puts dollar signs where love was beautifully reflected!
The children may yet teach us the ways of innocence
But that is the hardest job today: among adult gadgets, to remain puppies
That lick, slobber, miss the lips and kiss the eyes or chins
And yet without shame, forgetting forbidden fruit, unblinking eyes -
(Asking questions about hair, skin, color … hugs galore, even for the different)
But as to whether I advocate divorce, May I plead the Fifth Amendment?
Categories:
slobbery, children, divorce, for her,
Form:
Free verse
A kiss to greet to say hello
A kiss goodbye before you go
A kiss written in a love letter
Though a few more would have been better.
A kiss that's soft and lingering slow
Body felt tingles from top to toe
A kiss to soothe a child's grazed knee
Who plays again or climbs a tree.
A kiss-me-quick novelty seaside hat
A slobbery kiss from neighbours dog Pat
Under the mistletoe christmas kiss
A new romance between Sue and Chris.
The kiss of life, the kiss of death
I know which one I'd like best
A kiss can mean so very much
A show of kindness, a soothing touch.
A smile on a face, those beating heart skips
Lets all pucker up and moisten those lips
God gifted us with lips to kiss
Signing off; kiss, kiss, kiss.
"K" Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor Constance La France
Written 14.09.21
Categories:
slobbery, kiss,
Form:
Rhyme
mother, soft your love
like pure rain drops from heaven
wet slobbery kiss…
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Third Place Winner ~ "Senryu fo Mom” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts
May 24, 2011
Categories:
slobbery, mother,
Form:
Senryu
One of my grandsons, name of Benjamin
He likes eating toast made with cinnamon
But uses his wits
To not eat his grits
Then excuses himself like a gentleman
Charlie thrives on competition
Out smarting you is his mission
Bear hugs
Tiny bugs,
And “stick to it” repitition
William’s impish smile is contagious
The attention he wants is outrageous
That slobbery kiss
He can’t let you miss
Borders on being sanctimonious
The little princess is Laura Nance
She wears frilly, girlish underpants
She loves a warm lap
Cartoons and a nap
Getting attention with a coy glance
Joseph loves learning karate
He seldom is rude or naughty
A steady grind
Kicking behind
Finding wisdom beats the haughty
There is much to say of Caroline
She is definitely DNA of mine
Quietly aggressive
Lovingly possessive
She calculates when to toe the line
Jackson just started to first grade
I’m sure he has more game plans made
Like the rest
Mom knows best
His lunch is PBJ and marmalade
Colin just finished his S.A.T.
I’m sure he did better than me
Sharp as a tack
Knows how to rack
The pool balls to break wimpily.
Derek made the junior varsity
The “main man” he would seem to be.
Fit to be tied,
Praise not denied,
He’s still that six foot little boy to me.
Ryan—such a smart young man
I teach him a card trick when I can
He learned how to play
Challenged me one day
Skunked me then got up and ran
Three dogs, alpaca and a kit
Where in my family do they fit
My pseudo grands
By a daughter’s hands
Who admires them more than a bit
© 02 Dec 2010 Charles Henderson
Categories:
slobbery, familyme,
Form:
Limerick
Have you ever wondered?
Being in an adult blunder
A reason for going to class
Besides the well-known intellectual pass
Is it to learn the alphabet?
Addition subtraction you may get
Going to the swing set for fun
After morning school work is done
Lessons get tougher
Recesses physical education play is rougher
Dissect a frog
Read the Odyssey Greek log
Experience another language like English Shakespeare
Experimenting wiping your first ‘in love’ tear
Relationships come along
Figuring out who is really in the wrong
Respecting alternative lives
Not giving a bother to the neighbors who are two husbands or wives
Going off to a higher level
Where some are angels others are devils
Sharing dorm rooms
Walking back from the library under the moon
Having a serious set back
And a fraternity support with a paddy whack
Sorority sisters are all right
Waiting for a passionate slobbery bite
Four years later you turn your tassel
Return to Mom and Dad’s castle
Food on the table
Free cable
First job
Is an easy lob
Getting a start
Pushing the mail cart
Reality has no happy hour
Invited to the executive lounge to be introduced to power
Boss gets nailed
You end up in jail
Who pays the bail?
Parents docking from a vacation sail
Life is cruel
Is the golden rule
Stay independent
Avoid resentment
Enjoy the short time here
By passing another six pack of Corona Beer
Categories:
slobbery, 12th grade, america, class,
Form:
Rhyme
Woostie Woo
soaks my face
with wet
slobbery kisses.
His big brown eyes
and wrinkly boxer face
capture my heart
forever.
Precious moments of
sweet puppy love!
Written on 8/1/2015
Categories:
slobbery, dog, love,
Form:
Free verse
Upon this floor I sit,
huggin' the porcelain bowl;
My stomach's tied in knots,
Feels like I'm gonna blow!
I should'a used my head,
why didn't I ever think?
Instead I hung around,
to have another drink!
One led to another,
another led to more;
Next thing y'know
I was drownin' on the floor!
My buddy was a savior,
he drove me to my home;
Pickled down in agony,
I find myself alone!
My mouth's a watery mess,
the bathroom's in a spin;
Sweat pours from my brow,
right to my pointy chin!
Dear God, can you help me?!
I was such a fool;
Can you pull me through this?
please tell me what to do!
For some apparent reason,
God fails to show;
Now I'm on my own,
just thought I let you know!
Uh oh!!...Here it comes!!
Damn, that really hurt!!
I missed the bowl completely,
an' it's rollin' down my shirt!!
My head's all awhirl,
I'm passed out on my back;
What started out as dim,
is now completely black!
I wake up in the morning,
in a cramped lil' space;
Something wet and slobbery
just swept across my face!
Boy, don't I feel stupid,
like a caged lil' mouse;
Someone dragged me from our bathroom
and shoved me in the doghouse!!
Categories:
slobbery, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Loyalty is my middle name as I wait for her all day,
oh, and when that door opens I bark and start nagging!
Slobbery wet kisses I give saying “I love you” in my own way,
I’m so filled with puppy excitement my tail won’t stop wagging!
See, I was lost and abandoned in a kennel before,
until she saved me from a sad life so alone-
Now life is great and I love her so much more,
since she gave me a warm bed and a loving home.
Thank God I am no longer in that cage at night!
now I sleep at her feet so comfortable and warm-
She was lonely as I saved her from terrible fright,
I could see her heart was full of sorrow and was torn.
She was crying one night; seems she lost a deep love,
I just couldn’t understand her pain very well-
Her old dog had passed now resting peacefully above,
she felt lost and depressed, I could really tell.
But one day something changed in her,
I think I helped save her from her deep heart ache-
She just wouldn’t stop caressing my soft fur,
and during crisp Autumn days walks we would take.
Now my favorite ducky toy is all torn from playing too much,
and my bones all chewed within a day of getting-
All she lives for is my sweet tender-loving touch,
and constant attention with snuggles and petting.
I couldn’t be more grateful for her and her for me,
we saved each other with unconditional adoration-
I can see the anguish in her eyes was set free,
we gave our undivided attention, with no more separation.
*After losing my sweet dog Bo, I am hoping one day I will be able to live this dream of a new puppy saving me, and me saving him*
Personification Contest
Lewis Raynes
October 16, 2016
Categories:
slobbery, blessing, dog, heartbreak,
Form:
Personification
My spouse and I attended my thirtieth class reunion at Lydia's Smorgasbord.
I had avoided such past events since in high school I was largely ignored!
But my wife proclaimed that we would attend, thus ending that debate!
The dreaded encounter is expressed in verse below that I will now relate.
A social hour preceded the smorgasbord where the booze freely flowed.
I looked about the room to see if I could spot anyone that I knowed.
I hardly recognized the campus queen - she had acquired a heap of weight!
That once haughty snob now tipped the scales, I judged, at one ninety-eight!
I saw the big-man-on-campus that was named most apt to score success.
He had a dearth of hair, a girth of gut and an astonishing lack of finesse!
Some gal with purple hair staggered up to me and planted a slobbery kiss!
Must've been one of my old flames as I mused, "Who in the hell is this?"
Guys gravitated my way boasting of this and that, bending my weary ear,
Boring me with nasty jokes and trivia that I really didn't care to hear!
Of course I told others how great they looked, staring them dead in the eye,
I asked the Lord's forgiveness and crossed my fingers for telling such a lie!
The jocks were trying to impress one and all with their former capabilities.
Most were hobbling about with canes discreetly masking their disabilities.
'Twas an interesting eve and the grub was great, of that there was no doubt.
But for the fortieth, fiftieth and sixtieth reunions, please include me out!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Categories:
slobbery, school,
Form:
Rhyme
For Sale: Six puppies that will pee on you,
& tongue-lick your face with slobbery wet kisses.
You wouldn't wanna buy my puppies would you?
For micro poetry, ain't that sweet contest.
Casarah Nance, Sponsor
7-31-2015
Categories:
slobbery, dog, love, sweet,
Form:
Free verse
Charley was being obnoxious so I took away his hedgehog,
it’s such a small toy anyways for a big Doberman dog.
A spoiled rotten boy who whined for an hour or so
hoping to get his way and that hedgehog I’d throw.
I wondered inside just how long could Charley go?
Little terror who’s not so little since he was a pup,
still my favorite handsome boy who’d always act up.
Three years old and still behaving like a punk child,
an innocent boy in the morning, at night a devil wild.
No matter how out of control he acted, I still smiled.
Charley was looking out the front room sill one day,
saw a Maltese walking but to him looked like a prey.
So he trampled through the window and ran ahead
right up to the little girl to smell her behind and head.
Funny how a rough and tough boy can be gentle instead.
See there’s nothing as sweet as a Doberman Pinscher,
even though he may not have the longest softest fur.
But Charley has a heart of gold even when acting mighty,
and gives slobbery kisses when he says nightie-nightie.
Eventually I gave him his hedgehog…he still acted flighty.
So give your doggie a kiss today and love it in every way-
you never know when your fur-angel will bark and fly away.
I chose: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O83lmO1lNDc
Doberman Pinscher Contest
Edward Ibeh
August 13, 2018
Categories:
slobbery, dog,
Form:
Rhyme
NORMAN
Norman was a character a funny man its true,
He was a country copper, till the force said bugger off blue,
He was there in Mungindi when two Squatters piddled on plants,
Grabbed onto ole Carruthers and booted him up the pants,
You cant do that said ole Loostrang, he’s the mayor of Dirran-bandi town…
You must be the bloody horse, said Norman to this drunken slobbery clown,
So he threw ole Carruthers into the Black Maria, {squatter = Land owner}
Loostrang went there swiftly hobnail booted, Ass on bloody fire,
So he got moved to Texas by the Squatter whinging boys,
And Norman booted the wrong asses, in Texas too just to bloody annoy,
{Texas town population 500}
So Norman left the force,
In Dirranbandi town he left his mark,
A drunken guy was whinging,
Bad toothache said the drunken nark,
Dentist, Norman, thoughtful, was a singing,
So he sat on ole Aspro Jack to shut him up,
Jerked a few teeth, till he fixed the squire,
Who Sobered quick, got his mouth to shut,
Cos Norman wheeled the pliers,
Norman found some revolvers,
In a Squatters great collection,
The photo was in the paper,
In my mommas recollection,
Of the guy who held up the bank,
Was Norman to perfection,
Then his wife phoned up, said why,
Is there money not too dry,
In the ice box frozen section?
Don and Nell knew bye and by,
Norm was the master of mis-direction,
Had money parked in all the banks,
On the commercial travelers selection,
So there in Goondiwindi,
he was eating breakfast at the caffe,
when three thugs arrived,
tipped soup into his bloody lap,
so he punched piss n pickhandles,
out of three of the would be stars,
and mopped up the floor,
threw all three out the door,
some really terrified Galahs*
{aussie pink n grey parrots}
I was having a beer with Norman,
He said “we’ll pick the bar,” {fight em all}
I said which end, just the Mormons,
He said “not yet, ah ha ha”:}
Don Johnson
Categories:
slobbery, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
(To the giants who don't believe; big suprizes still come in small packages, don't
believe it... ask Goliath)
Categories:
slobbery, on writing and words
Form:
Verse