Cujo Poems | Examples

A Dog

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.)

Criar

Criar

Desde sempre
se nota: 
algumas mentes 
parecem criar 
a si mesmas, 
através de 
mil obstáculos.

As pessoas
com a mente 
que se cria
são aquelas
encantadoras,
cujo “feitiço” 
opera, sobre 
a imaginação 
e o coração
e fazem sempre,
mais e mais.

A Compassionate Heart

When I first saw you,
You were playing with your dog
You were tricking and defeating that poor little soul
You broke his heart in spite of the fact that cujo is devoted and loyal
Is this how you repay loyal friends?
How could you do that to him?
Don't you have feelings and emotions?
Do you have any idea how much effort a dog has to put to run fast?
Cujo was breathing heavily
This is unfair totally unfair
Cujo was exhausted and heartbroken..
Note. Body without a compassionate heart is an umbrella without shelter.

The Gates of Heaven

Last night I dreamed of heaven and I saw the pearly gates.
I saw what was waiting there for me, and it was absolutely great.
There stood all of my puppies each wagging their little tails.
Each one was there to greet me as I came upon their trail.

I saw Ginger and Summer, Kimba and Maddy as well.
I then saw Cujo, Taylor and the Gabs, with many a tale to tell.
I saw every beautiful dog that had been there throughout my years.
I even saw their wings as I dropped to my knees in tears.

I then saw my Lord and Savior he was standing there in their midst.
He was showing me some of his angels that I had loved and dearly missed.
I could also see my parents they were grinning from ear to ear.
They were also standing with their puppies I couldn’t believe I was finally here.

I could see them all but three, then my heart began to sink.
I didn’t see Bella, Lilly or my Lola in her studded collar of pink.
I couldn’t understand how heaven, would bring me such pain and strife.
Then I turned around and looked, they had stayed behind to protect my wife.

Dog Years

Man, it’s been four long dog years!
Forlorn doggone tears
of toil 
and trouble

It’s a flee collar fact,
this feels like forty years
of Sirius jaw smack:

Loss leader of the pack
has got a Cujo shifty,
barf shuffle

Spit pissing 
constant doggie poo 
puff bubbles

It’s bad to the bone,
contentious err

Listening to those vulgar [s]wag tales,
has pup aged 
my schnauzer soul ten-fold

That’s howl long it’s been,
four dog-eared years!

All of them dog whistle tweets,
mutter sounds belch indiscreet
Vomit noise spilt in the streets,
by deputy dawgs on gag delete:
A Pluto soundbyte loop repeat

Those pilfer pooches
was gon be 
the Scooby-Doo death of me
But I didn’t wanna wait-see

Woe, man! It’s been four long dog years,
of carny bark
not subtle

Every wrinkled nose ballot spoke,
grey stubble

Too many me 
were simply dog tired 
Of seeing Lady Tramp Liberty
lip muffled

Her trashed democracy hope
getting Lassie tear-tossed
in the rubble

I truly dream-fear
those rabid dog years
(four centuries of snarl jeers)
will runt-of-the-litter reappear

 
11-30-20

Man's Best Friend

For sixteen years my best friend was my dog, 
a tad bit gassy and quite the bed hog.
Side by side, was everywhere we would go,
my partner in crime, his name was Cujo.

He had a bladder the size of a dime,
but he showed me his love, all of the time.
With those crooked teeth he packed quite a bite,
and he cuddled by my side every night.

Every morning as I slowly woke up,
I would be greeted by this loving pup.
At the end of night in a bed of hair,
I always thanked God that he was still there.

With the winds of change I now shed a tear,
as I reach out, and he’s no longer here.

November 16, 2020
Winds of change - SONNET Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton

Booking Ends

I ordered From here to eternity
on Amazon waited forever for it to get here
Ordered the book of life
it was dead slow
Tried one of Shakespeare's
well it was as good as it gets
Charlie's Oliver guessed the twist
preconceived opinion about my pride
King's misery it was shinning
the rage i could not stand
my dog Cujo really old
my pets a century

This Old House

Inside Old House by cujo-chan


As this old house crumbles slowly to dust,
I humbly polish the prominent rust, 
and more aware of my mortality,
I search for the tallest stalks to guide me
to the wilting garden beyond the door
overgrown with ferns, red roses no more.
My hopes are crushed with a once wreathed rosette
beneath my feet where memories are swept.
Yet, love returns through an open window.  
On a wistful breeze, dreams will gently flow,
and as I rebuild this decrepit home,  
I will sweeten the roof with honeycomb.   
Then, I will hear your footsteps on the porch,
our whispers will dance like flames of a torch.
The staircase, once grand, will again rise high 
beyond the attic into bluest sky 
where concave hearts fill with abundant love
and loneliness dims in starlight above.
My days ahead in this lodge once decayed
will be free to love in the home I made.
From bone to ashes, destined are the dead,
but souls grant me peace from clouds overhead.
    

Written 7/14/20
Contest - Decaying House
Sponsor - Constance La France

King of Romance

THE OUTSIDER known as Gerald
CARRIE'd a crush on miss  CHRISTINE
But INSOMNIA was hard on THE BODY
He was THINNER than most had seen!

So THE STAND, he decided to make
Was tell the DOCTOR, "SLEEP is so rare,"
"IT is a MISERY hard to take,"
"CUJO help me with my despair?"

The doctor felt his DESPERATION
He had seen no THINNER man
Then, THE SHINING epiphany
Would become his REVIVAL plan

He said, "Return at FOUR PAST MIDNIGHT"
"For our contest called, THE GREEN MILE"
"With the ELEVATION  of foliage,"
"THE LONG WALK, and run will take a while!"

Though once he was known as a BAG OF BONES,
On a SKELETON CREW with no plan
Christine now says, "This is GERALDS GAME, "
"And I simply adore, THE RUNNING MAN!"

As Vezes Luminoso E Outras Vezes Mate

As vezes luminoso e outras vezes mate

Pessoas há
cujo rosto 
Às vezes luminoso 
E outras vezes mate
Ora lembra escravos 
Ora lembra reis
e trabalham... trabalham...

Pessoas há
que trabalham e trabalham...
Faz renascer meu gosto 
De luta e de combate
de fazer sempre
cada vez
um pouco a mais!

Meu gosto,
meu canto se renova 
e recomeço a busca 
de uma vida empreendedora
para ver a verdade para perder o medo 
e de um tempo igual
para
toda a gente.

Pessoas há
cujo rosto 
Ora lembra escravos 
Ora lembra reis
Quero ao lado dos teus passos
Caminhar!

Lembro

Lembro não lembro Mas Falo Alto

A cabeça de algumas pessoas
é um órgão curioso 
Curiosamente organizado 
Basta ver quando esse alguém assim
precisa lembrar 
Geralmente não é muito fácil!
 
Eis a história singular 
De um certo Calamar 
Sagrado pela seita Teuthida,
invocado para a cura e louco 
como a legenda para as esposas insuportáveis.

Calamar 
Cujo crânio bastante comum 
Só era bizarro no interior 
Calamar sofria desde a infância 
De um mal na verdade vulgar 
De uma memória tão infiel 
Que causava embaraços a outros! 

Calamar 
Assim que sabia de algo 
Em família ou no liceu 
Calamar de expressão tristonha 
Imediatamente a esquecia 
Gritava Eu não!

The Balled of Little Joe

The story of little joe did not start out great
When we came and got him it was late
He looked like a fat little pig
He was a good little dog and did not dig

We took him home to meet the dogs
When he saw the family, he did a jog
He wanted to jump on us to be stable
That’s when sandy pushed him into a table

She barked and growled at little joe
Joe was scared and put his head low
Now they are friends after the fight
And they both sleep calmly in my bed every night

Then there is mean little cujo
She is angry at little joe
Cujo is very old and moldy 
That’s why she looks like a bowl of guacamole 

Joe is a sweet little dog
But not cujo not at all
One day they will be friends
And make amends

Pavlov's Dog

I am Pavlov's dog
Staring at my TV
Every Thursday the bell rings
And I'm drooling to see
The Big Bang Theory
And I'm lapping up my food
They tell me when to laugh
Bang, right on cue

[laughter] ha ha ha

If aliens are observing
My profound vegetable state
Another zombie assimilated
Into the world of low alpha waves
The power of my birthright
I trade for special effects
And I spend my life reacting
Like Cujo on Xanex

[Laughter] ha ha ha

Stephen King's Best

It's Halloween night, what's on T.V.?
Gory reruns is all that there be.
All of Stephen King's best
Being put to the test,
Vampires, Plymouths and Cujo I see.

An angry little girl starting fires
And Salem's Lot is full of vampires.
There's a self-mending car,
Aliens from afar,
Just feeding all our horror desires.

Stephen King is the master of shock.
To his movies the horror buffs flock.
When the King is around
Movie chills can be found.
Horror movies, they just make us gawk.




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