Border Collie Poems | Examples

Thoughts of a Border Collie While Pondering a Bone

Thoughts of a Border Collie While
Pondering a Bone

Mine, mine, mine, I think
as I drip drool on the floor.
Bloody meat clings
tenaciously to the hard bone.
White fat, like veins of gold,
marbles the red treat.
My owner is thawing this delicious
delicacy on the counter.
I watch and wait with longing
as I think of the animal odor.
Sharp canines will soon tear
and rend all from the cow’s femur.
My probing tongue will pull the tangy, 
succulent marrow from its hiding place.
When all has been eaten, it will
become my favorite chew toy as
I will gnaw, gnaw, gnaw until not
one atom remains.
Then I will lay back in the cool shade
and realize I am a lucky dog.

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warm glow in the hearth
border collie snoozes on the rug
quiet shadows surround me

Strayed Sheep

We gather in groups
many to be sequestered as
strayed sheep

Haunted and shunned 
by the societies we love

Who can we turn to 
to ease the burning pain
of neglect and asylum

Who is our border collie
the light to wrestle us in
against the turmoil of everyday life

But still we stay strong 
as it is human nature to endure
and lift ourselves above the suffering 

So even though we strayed
we still love and have matured
to rise above the darkness that prevails

Ode To a Devil Dog

I shall not linger, tarry, where,
Beneath the oaks, out of the glare,
I had a dog to bury, ere
I lose control, emotions flare.
Among the roots, precise, with care,
There was so little room to spare:
A cairn of rock so none would dare
To dig, to make inquiry there.
Failed him, of this I'm great aware.
At times, a bit too much to bear.
It is a tragic, sad affair,
And so I dug internment lair.
The two of us, a bonded pair.
That wondrous coat of fine black hair!
But, damn! His actions: hard to square.
With growling, fearful, narrowed stare,
Attacked an infant, small and fair;
Gave all of us an awful scare.
I vowed demise, a solemn swear.
The righteous end, and yet, beware:
'Twas grief, not vengeance, in the air,
Commended with a tearful prayer.

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(In memory of Dizzy, the devil dog, a border collie I had for about 10 years,
but had to put down when he attacked my grandson. The experience is not
recent, but the emotion is still raw after all these years)

It's Party Time

It's party time again, my furry friends!
   Come see the pretty table set for you!
With cups and saucers, teapot- my call sends
   an invitation- now come all, please do!

Quick came two Tabbies, one Tuxedo cat,
   and our sweet Border Collie, I call Sam-
along with Teddy, who so quickly sat 
   and growled, "Yes, I am furry too- I am!"

They pay attention to the tales I tell-
   to entertain while we all sit and drink.
I know they like my stories very well-
   they look at me with happy eyes that wink!

Oh, I'm so very happy when we meet-
   enjoy our teatime fun, just them and me.
Our cozy gatherings are such a treat!
   I share my love with them- not just my tea!

She Is My Little Minx

She is a saucebox, my little minx. I adore her!
They crowded around him, expecting more.
Most bar flies ready to hear a great story 
From this plaid-clad cowboy of few words.

She has a voracious appetite, he said.
There were jeers, cheers, and murmurs.
She howls when she’s happy. Loud laughter now.
And she thinks I am the best thing in the corral day and night.

A border collie sauntered in. She sat down on the next bar stool.
Sh! I cautioned her. I am trying to hear.
He’s not the best thing when the black lab comes around, she said.
Apparently I have now met the little saucebox.

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Border collies
highly intelligent-sometimes
two edged sword

Amos Great Aunt P's Magical Dog

My Great Great Aunt Prissy had a magical dog. 
She never needed friends but she did have a blog. 
Her acquaintances were thrilled with her pix 
Of a talking dog with costumes so thick 

She would put hilarious captions under the blog 
Stating the words came from her magical dog 
A border collie with a mad sense of humor 
We all laughed, thinking she had a brain tumor 

My Great Great Aunt Prissy made her dog famous. 
When she passed we fought over who got her dog Amos 
By then he was up to six million hits every day 
Advertisers were eager to throw money his way 

I drew the long straw and took Amos home gladly 
He was mouthy, a diva, and spoke his voice gladly. 
A magical dog loving his own fans and gobs of hype 
He is standing over me now watching me type 

Criticizing my English, correcting my grammar. 
Laughing at my mistakes in a belligerent manner. 
Great Aunt Prissy’s sassy confident magical dog 
No longer has a following, friends or a blog.

Florida School Schooting

A poem~ For Alyssa


"Lost border collie...Jordan"
Dedicated to the beautiful children
lost in a Florida massacre!


We can't find Jordan anymore 
He's lying under Alyssa's bed.
He does not know she is dead 
A killer's bullet in her head.

The TV stations ..ratings mad,
Flash her picture.
Jordan's eyes grow sad
Her father is stark raving mad.

So, off to the cemetery they go 
With balloons and flowers
And bleeding hearts... And...
Endless tears, sleepless nights

He cannot walk her down the aisle.
Nor will he see her children smile.
And those of us with progeny
Feel their pain with ultimate agony.


Panagiota Romios

Poo

My second dog Molly 
Is a beautiful border collie

She’s submissive 
Quick to give
Ahhh so many kisses!
You’ll never believe.

I know it’s innocent 
But does she have to
Lick my face 
As well as chook poo?

I wish she knew that 
It’s disgusting 
Even the crap of the cat
Just give me warning!

She’s nearly ten
She will never learn 
Guess I’ll have to 
Put up with it then :(

Snickers With Link To His Picture

Barking at the people who
walk behind our house
is a dog that as a pup
was bought by my spouse.

Tiny border collie mix
he was meant to be,
but a Texas cow dog is
what most people see!

Chocolate-caramel, nutty too,
so it seems just right
he’s named for a candy bar;
just don’t take a bite!


Word Count shows 62 but different at another one. I count 60.
May 23, 2017 for Laura Loo's  ONE of FIVE-70 words or less Poetry Contest
In 7/5 Trochee form. Topic #4: Your Pet

Barn Yard Dog

Barn Yard Dog

I am a Border Collie, recognized for my agility and speed,
I’m also a hard worker, one of the most intelligent breeds,
I’ve worked hard all my life, with eyes fixed on the group,
Not only at round up time, but while resting on the stoop.
My job “back in the barnyard” is to keep things under control,
As the farmers move their herds, to the market to be sold.
I was hired as a “working dog” food and shelter is my pay,
The benefits are a family, with who at days end I play.
I wouldn’t trade this lifestyle for anything in the world,
But I do wish I had a companion, preferably a girl! 

Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 3/10/16
Submitted for: Back To The Barnyard Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri

Bordering On Insanity

Just bought a border collie pup, she acts like Jeckyl and Hyde
I locked her in the bathroom but she cried n cried n cried
So I let her in the bedroom where she weed and left her staining
Its not the perfect start for a border collie,s training
I threw a ball for her to fetch, the beginning to her craft
She just sat there and store at me, like I was flipping daft
So I thought a  game of “tug o war” would bring it out of her
But the daft thing look was fired  again, she would not even stir
She is only nine weeks old right now, so she has time to shine
Now stop ripping all my socks, I know my rights, their mine

Brandy Girl

That is what I call

her, my little Brandy girl,

love you baby, such a good

little dog, my best friend

in the world, my beautiful

little companion of mine

each night of the week

can find you resting so

deep in sleep by

my bed, during the

night your barking

awakes me, such a good

watch dog you are,

I get up, to find nothing there

but air in the wind or a falling

branch, but at times you have

barked at something that I saw.

Each morning I wake and there you are,

sleeping so soundly by my bed.

Feeling so good having you as my dog,

will enjoy these moments as long as I can

my dear Brandy girl.

written 4-24-11

about my dog Brandy a sweet Chow- Border Collie mix.
who i have had since 2004.

King of the Range

King Of The Range

 

Pinto beans and hot fry bread

are his means for survival out on the

open range.

 

Herding cattle all day with his quarter 

horse Saint and his border collie 

Paintbrush is his way to make loads 

of silver change.

 

At night when he’s by himself under

the bright twinkling stars, he strokes himself  

while thinking of a nude Jessica Lange.

 

He’s the man to call to kill a mean 

coiled-up rattlesnake and to fish for 

a tasty basket of hot catfish, 

but computers and cell phones 

to him seem strange.

 

When he goes home, his Mom whips up

a pie of fresh lemon meringue.

 

Women sigh as he goes by, unaware

that years ago in a gunfight at

high noon, his virile manhood

lost its twang.

 

But he still tips his ten gallon hat 

and winks at them as he passes by 

because he’s King of the range.

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