Best Terriers Poems
Nineteen nosey newts nudged nasty nautical nannies
Eighteen eager ermines excitedly edged everyone’s ego
Seventeen sacred slugs sat sideways searching seagulls
Sixteen slippery snails slid southwards sipping sangria
Fifteen flowery foxes fell forward fondling fuchsias
Fourteen frantic fleas froze fighting frightening fanatics
Twelve twiddling tigers told thirteen tasteless tales
Eleven elderly elephants embellished eighteen ebony earrings
Ten terrified tardy ticks tricked two thirsty Turkish tramps
Nine naughty nasal know-it-alls knew nothing nearing knowledge
Eight elastic earthworms echoed eighty edgy Egyptians
Seven solemn snakes slithered slowly sensing sunshine
Six sassy silk-moths sceptically squished spinach selfishly
Five funny fatties feared following fancy French fashion
Four fantastic faithful Finnish flies faked famous farcical facelifts
Three tenacious terriers thrilled twelve tipsy throbbing thespians
Two tireless Tanzanian tapirs tittle tattled tirelessly throughout Tuesday
One obedient oily octopus offered obnoxious orangutans oranges outrageously
Ash Groves
“Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
When twilight is fading I pensively rove,
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely Ash Grove.
‘Tis there where the blackbird is cheerfully singing,
Each warbler enchants with his note from the tree,
Ah, then little I think of sorrow or sadness,
The Ash Grove enchanting spells beauty for me.”
Wales to me,
Though stranger to my step,
Like the Ash groves on rolling mountains
Blackbirds warble - long days of summer’s smile;
A pensive rover with my Welsh companions
Of Corgi’s, wily terriers
About my feet;
Honoring a Red Dragon, in this land of song
Where songs bequeathed to my heart -
Sung before my time - left for me sing;
In lyrics of canaries free of cages
Rising up from deep shafts of dark coal
Sing out their freedom;
Still heard in voyages ‘cross the Celtic Sea –
Pensive legends of home
‘Cross turbulent oceans;–
Finding rolling mountains to climb
Upon Liberty’s broad wings
To Ash groves of white and blue;
Ne’er forgetting Rock Rose or Snowden Lily
The Red Kite soaring
High up in Welsh hearts;
No more to pensively roam
Through new ash groves of freedom
In this new land of song -
New land of song.
“The ash grove, how graceful how plainly ‘tis speaking
The harp thro’ it playing has language for me…
The Ash Grove alone is my home.”
Based on the Welsh folk song “Ash Grove.”
Song form AABAABA
Part of my family came from Wales to Kentucky and Tennessee in the 1800’s. Their last name was Henderson.
7-2-20
He seemed very much like those white dogs before,
With a raggedy coat, pointed ears and much more.
But the likeness soon ended to those dogs gone away.
For he'd never known kindness or love in his day.
He didn't know words, didn't even know stairs.
His nose, from the kennel, was chaffed of its hair.
Boredom was passed licking fur from his paws.
The pads on his feet bordered long, ragged claws.
He paced back and forth mostly all of each day:
Slept in a tight ball to keep cold nights away.
Wary of children and grown men alike:
Startling sounds made him cringe out of sight.
He was hungry and thin: I could feel every bone.
He stayed by me like glue and was scared left alone.
He wolfed down his food in an uneasy rush.
He didn't know combs and felt fear of the brush.
But time has now passed since the dog came to stay
From that harsh, lonely kennel on a hill far away.
This little white dog now seems mostly like them:
Those former white terriers, my sweet, loyal friends.
He now spends his time . . like before . . by my side.
But something has changed, for he's not there to hide.
With all of this good there is even much more.
He now plays with his toys and will ask for the door.
He eats with good manners, sleeps sound in his bed:
Stretched out in contentment, fun dreams in his head.
He loves his car outings and with each early spring,
Explores the old pathways our daily walk brings.
I'm so happy to have him, as he sits on my lap,
Or sleeps by my chair for his afternoon nap.
He never will know all of the bad things again.
His life will be happy with me as his friend.
Yet as good as it's been for this dog to find me.
To learn love and to trust and from anguish be free.
I too have been blessed one more time from above,
By Him sending another white dog here to love.
ABC Animal Twist
Adored and diverse, life thrives on earth; each day nature sees new births.
Big and small, abundantly in seas and trees; great beauty breathes.
Chameleons, cats, corn snakes, and coots, survive great threats in life's pursuit.
Delightful dragonflies from dart frogs duck; drake-crakes scoot upon lakes.
Eagles and egrets soar blue skies; an elephant endangered cries.
Fabulous fauna: fairy flies, and deer upon flora feed needs.
Graceful purple gallinules, young goats, and giraffes bring joyful laughs.
Hag-fish, halibut and hammerhead birds…birds? Yes! Nature preserves.
Insects and ibis work their charm; crusty isopods cause alarm.
Jaguars enjoy tasty meals; leftovers are the jackals' appeal.
Kiwi that fruits, kiwi that flies both species in New Zealand resides.
Living world the Creator made; since the beginning, wisdom stayed.
Matchless miracles, wonders, and births together blessed on our earth.
Never alone, no matter where, life exists here, there, everywhere.
Oh how beautiful, artfully wonderful, God-primed blissful place.
Planet earth and outer space together share a glorious race.
Question not; God loves this world. See creations glide, slide, swim, and swirl.
Reverence life; it was made with love; He still watches from up above.
Still breezes and sunshine please; sturgeon, shrimp, salmon, and sardines feed;
Termites, thrashers, terriers and teal find niches that have appeal.
Under God's skies, the umbrella birds fly. Man ponders; God replies.
Venomous snakes make rodents quake; Vultures clean up for good health's sake.
Weeping willows watch wolves whelp; chirping yellow warblers sing to elves.
X-Ray fish known since early days leave modern man looking amazed.
Yosemite toads, yetis, and yaks live on the lands without lack.
Zoology on earth from alligators to zorilla zings!
© Name withheld for the contest
February 24, 2010
Poetic form: ABC
See> ANIMAL HABITAT PICTURES LINKS for my ABC Animal Twist poem It was posted
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My Mix-Breed "Extra Fluffy"
happy as can be
Entered in the "Dog-Gone" trials
Just one of eighty-three
Some as big as horses
some as long as trains
Some so smart they spoke to you
You'd think they had our brains
The judges they were different though
The scoring one two three
For each performing act they did
they all received a "three"
Pretty soon they narrowed it down
then narrowed it down some more
Some dogs were none too happy now
they didn't even score
Terriers didn't stand a chance
Dalmatians faired the same
When a pure bred Poodle took the gold
the Shepherd went insane
How could they do this to these dogs?
was it cause they aren't the same
The judges? Mostly poodle breeds
you think they were to blame?.....
Humid evening
Hot air and disease;
Flu bug on parade!
Old age looks forlorn
My neighbour sits alone;
Keeps own company
Day turns to night time
Cyber sensations;
Wind blown haikus
My mother died alone
Late June last year;
Still, I see her face
Two poodle-terriers
Snoopy and Bear;
Canine matrimony
My dead father
In my mirror glimpse;
Startling son-rise!
Traffic jam scenario
Car number 5000;
Sporty impatience!
Lotus posture here
Waiting on no-thing;
Something happens
Morning Glory flowers
Climbers on the fence;
Noisy children play
Fifty floors above
Skyscraper joggers;
Evening escalates
Stranger smiles
Crowded minimart queue;
Awkward silence cut
Waiting lift crowd
Together yet alone;
Stress and strain percolate
Remember
To remember;
Happy ever after
Words cannot
Even tell enough;
Non-fat skimmed milk
Work hard
Diet plan;
Manage self-image!
Our great old man
Frail as bamboo charcoal;
May peace abide
Bright legacy
Warm harmony;
Sepia continuity
Ink my name
On rice paper;
Rain dissolves all
Not much
Not even;
Not enough
Words on electrons
Cyber storage works;
Password protected
Leon Enriquez
21 Feb 2014
Singapore
The Spaniel
A Spaniel that uses its head
Can tell when its owner’s unfed
So instead of a duck
That is down on its luck
Will deliver a pizza instead
The Affenpinscher (Affen)
Not sniffle nor snuffle nor wheeze
Not chest in distress if you please
None we have found
Quite capture the sound
Of its name (which is more like a sneeze)
The Afghan Hound
The Afghan’s a dog groomer’s joy
The definitive Lord Fauntleroy
But with all that coiffure
One is never quite sure
If the “she” is a girl or a boy
The Airedale Terrier
Airedale, king of the terriers
Domain without borders or barriers
Stubborn and proud
On alert, never cowed
Justly known for their cute little derriers
The Akita
Hachiko the name that he bore
An Akita of Japanese lore
In sunshine and rain
He would wait for a train
And a man who died seasons before
The Alaskan Malamute
He traveled with Byrd to the Pole
Although Fairbanks was actually their goal
On a very dark night
They turned left and not right
Now their feat is for all to extol
The Basenji
A Basenji may giggle or snark
Chat with pigeons it meets in the park
From the moment it wakes
Oh, the noises it makes!
Just don’t ever expect it to bark
The Basset Hound
Is it sorrow in canine disguise?
Is it pity empathic and wise?
Or is it not either
Nor sympathy neither
But hunger we see in its eyes?
The Beagle
A Beagle is loyal but...dumb
An endearing, affectionate chum
Tireless and lean
A hunting machine
Just don’t ask him to chase and chew gum
The Belgian Malinois (Mal)
When the SEALS did their raid on bin Laden
And caught him just when he was noddin’
‘Twas a Mal wearing goggles
With custom-made toggles
Who helped put an end to fatwa-den
Hunter the knight that shines so bright
Your twinkling greens eyes were my delight
There was no task from which you would shrink
two years with cancer always on the brink
From the day your were born till day you died
You treasured each moment you were alive
A bond was formed and you saved my life
Not just once but many times
You suffered in silence an endless pain
as cancer ate your body away
Yet still rose to every call
your love enough to carry you on
With your sister by your side
with Lady Guiniverre you would ride
then walk into that beautiful place
grassy knolls where children play
Into a stream you both would slip
delighted you both would swim a bit
& smile your silly smile with half your face
& run & jump & prance & play
You would both take turns when I was home
Making sure I was never ever alone
Always excited when I came in
from wherever I had been again
I love you both my tears still gush
I hope you did not suffer much
I just could not anesthetize
I kept you alive despite the advice
I wanted you both to be in the same place
in the yard were you always would play
I made your final resting place
I know for at least the last two years
you only hung on to ease my fears
You tried so hard not to die
your heart was willing but your body denied
How lonely you must have been inside
86 days you were alone for the first time
Your sister was no longer by your side
I can't believe you held on so long
just to comfort me once she was gone
86 days is what it did take
then you joined your sister in her resting place
Hunter March 8, 2008 to August 9, 2020
&
Lady Guinevere March 8, 2008 to May 15, 2020
Brother and Sister - Bonded littermates -
American Staffordshire Pitbull Terriers
No words can ever express
the love I have for you
& how much your missed
The sweetest, gentlest, kindest, loving, fur babies anyone could ask for
I will miss you forever Hunter & Gwinny. I love you both.
Airedale, king of the terriers
Domain without borders or barriers
Stubborn and proud
On alert, never cowed
Justly known for their cute little derrières
Rome wasn't built in a day
Mexicans like saying "Ole!"
If your horse eats nothing but hay
Teach him how to order on e-Bay
While terriers put sugar in their 'tay'
Cigarette smokers should use an ashtray
People say every dog has his day
Though I was told that crime doesn't pay
First April showers, then come what May
In life one's gotta find his own way
A voice vote's always a yea or a nay
It's lonely tonight -- Won't you stay?
When you're older, your hair might turn gray
Every knight needs some dragons to slay
If a soldier won't enter the fray
Against him will a nation inveigh
On her tuffet, Little Miss Muffet ate whey
When a donkey's upset, it'll bray
In Puerto Rico how those palm trees do sway
Now the sun's out: Go catch a ray
Do you remember when happy meant 'gay'
And nursery school age kids used to play?
From the path it's far too easy to stray
~ Life's choices please carefully weigh!
It is half past one in the morning when most people are in bed
We had to go outside just now, to sort something out instead
It’s very windy here tonight; things in the garden are blowing about
Our two little Yorkshire terriers escaped, we had to try hard not to shout
We were trying not to wake people up while calling the dogs to return
It’s so very dark and windy outside those two little dogs never learn
So there we were roaming about in the garden without much light
I can think of better things to do than go looking for dogs in the night
Well the panic is over; the dogs are in bed, which is where I should be
I thought I would just put this into a poem, so that everyone can see
The pets are tucked up now and I won’t be that long before I retire to bed
I just wanted to say what had happened, and get these words out of my head
I claimed ---and passionately---
that I'd never have a small dog,
much less one with "poo" in its name.
Not for me yappy Yorkies, shivering Chihuahuas,
shaky Shih Tzus, or terrible terriers.
Give me a wolfhound, a Dane, a mastiff,
a dog with paws like saucers,
a bark like thunder, and a tail like a whip,
(Christmas tree be damned!)
I prefer drooling retrievers, dignified shepherds.
hard-working setters, lumbering Bernards.
With this firmly in mind,
I went puppy shopping today.
Meet my Maltipoo.
Cujo.
(I haven't lost my mind completely.)
Tyson the Cat.
There was a cat, some years ago,
who liked to stand his ground.
Terriers, poodles, mongrels,
He'd fight that type of hound.
I'd watch as dogs raced up to him,
barking fit to bust,
he'd just turn to face them with a snarl,
and they stopped, a bit nonplussed.
This was not expected,
not part of their plan.
cats were supposed to run away
not act like a hard man.
The ones who still went forward,
he'd attack with tooth and claw,
and pretty soon the one who ran
was a canine on withdraw.
The word spread far, and travelled wide
a legend he became.
A cat that fought the enemy,
should be in the hall of fame.
But with all such notoriety,
there is a price to pay,
and soon the dogs were queuing up,
eager for the fray.
They came from far and near
to test this feline superman,
and to see what he was made of
was the overriding plan.
I lined them up and weighed them in
as someone had to do,
they each would go three rounds with him
and then they would be through.
They all tried hard to beat that cat,
in a fair and fearsome fight.
But they all failed as I knew they would,
He was solid Kryptonite.
Wicked Witch of the West’s
Castle is now a home for unwed children, numbering twenty-three,
Children who are gloriously sock-loose and dance-e-bee.
The flying monkeys have turned into baby sitters, and lovers.
They protect the children from all mean witches and mothers.
The scarecrow and the lion come by about twice a week,
To make sure things are comfortable, they both do peek.
Tin-man runs a home for cairn terriers down the road.
He occasionally also saves an iguana, or a horny toad.
They get a face-time call from Kansas, USA, once a day.
Dorothy is in college now, so she does not have time to play.
But she picks up the ruby slippers and makes them shine,
Showing them she will never forget Oz was a fabulous time!
The day finally came
For when we were young we read
Winged serpents of fire
To our planet earth brought dread
It was on a winters night
When i was awoken in my sleep
No animal could make that roar
As my skin started to creep
I looked towards my window
A shadow sped past so fast
Next there was an orange glow
Followed by, blast after blast
Fireballs rained down
Destroying everything it hit
For from their mouths they spewed
Like napalm, fire spit
For upon the dragons rode
Scant maiden warriors
For now my eyes believed
These winged serpent terriers
For with them came hooded beings
Who held up lights of blue
Servants to these dragons
The ones that they lured to you
When i look to the darkened skies
Every so often there are balls of flames
These winged serpents of fire
Are bringing down our planes
Through the smoke i view the horizon
Above the mountains, all i see is an orange glow
You can hear their wings in the shadows
Whilst they gruesomely bestow
I can hear my father and mother
Crying in their room
My mother in frantic screams
Declaring this is our tomb
No sooner had they arrived
They disappeared into the black
These winged serpents of fire
No doubt they will soon be back
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