For our snowman my Great Dane has quite a crush
King leaps in for a hug and turns it to mush
Come push lunge or shove
King can't rein in his love
Turning a cold winter heart into melting slush
Jailbirds
Wards of the state
Who isn’t irate at the system
And does what they have to do
If they can?
Each
Us all
Enslaved
To luck
I am leashed with mittens to my dog
Whom I walk retired in the winter
Park
The young men have chainsaws
Shackled to their bare hands
Cutting back the bush
Elvis sings Blue Christmas to my ears
They
Have the bitter wind
Breaking the tiniest of sticks
Any of us could run free
Fleeting
As it would be
So we obey
Hoping the best for one another
That kind of defiance
That kind of wave
Whatever it takes to survive
Passing by
On Christmas Eve.
That poor little lost soul,
with his small, bewildered face
and his broken, battered body,
had no place to call home.
Then kindness — in the shape of a man —
reached out to hold him:
to nourish, to protect,
to love,
to give him hope.
And now that little face,
those dark eyes,
are filled with a new light.
Now he walks strong,
now he feels whole.
Now he is loved
and learning to love,
ready for a new home.
No clicks on the floor
I wait for you to come in
But the hall is dark
I reach down to pet the air
And weep when I find nothing
At the end of the weekend,
I came home.
But you weren't there,
as I hoped...
When I asked my mom,
a tear fell to her phone.
that's when i knew-
Something's definitely wrong.
I left her, alone,
on the dark colored couch.
I searched everywhere,
that you loved to roam.
From time to time,
I thought I heard,
your cheerful bark...
I convinced myself,
I'm hearing your sleepy groan.
But that was all...
I myself knew, i was wrong.
Yet--I wasn't ready to mourn.
From night to noon, evening to morn,
I was hoping your return,
to my sorrowful mood.
But instead of that,
came the smell.
Sharp and sudden,
strong and brutal.
'Feel that smell? your dog is dead.'
Voices echoed, in my empty head.
I answered them:
"That, is smell of decaying.
My dog, he smells different...
Nothing like this."
How I miss my darling dog
and all the silly tricks he'd do
to keep me entertained
He would do anything for attention
he knew how to make me laugh
and light up a smile on any face.
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Our heavenly companions
with endless love
nestling, nurturing
loyalty from above.
Their adoring stares
amass each day
blue eyes looking
beyond our humanity.
As gazing into
the moonlight sky,
these beautiful creatures
bring peace
we all should abide by.
Soothing solace
these peaceful spirits
carried with four legs,
wet kisses and whiskers.
Every reunion treated
as if we had been lost at sea.
The loyalty and unending devotion
a wonderful unique quality.
We hold, cradle and hug
these occasions above and beyond,
with everlasting epilogues.
There will never be anything
as loving and loyal as our dogs.
when they treat you like a dog
you start with the tail-tucked shame of it,
the low growl under the ribs
that nobody hears—
not even you,
at first.
they talk to you like you’re furniture
with teeth,
like you’re something half-wild
and half-worthless,
and soon enough
you believe them.
you act the part—
pads worn thin
from pacing the same four walls,
head down,
doing tricks for scraps
of counterfeit affection.
and then—
of course—
they beat you for being
exactly
what they made.
this is the miracle of cruelty:
it shapes the clay
and curses the sculpture.
but listen—
a dog can remember
the scent of the open road,
the wind that doesn’t belong to anyone,
the night that has never once
asked for obedience.
so one day
you stop bowing,
stop begging,
stop believing in hands
that only know how to strike.
you walk out—
limping maybe,
scarred surely—
but free,
free in the way
only the once-broken
can ever be.
I have raised a popcorn eating dog
he gobbles like a garbage-eating hog
crunch crunch crunch he likes it a lot
refrigerator opens, it is butter he’s sought
Slumbering sweetly and loving completely
"It's a bird crossing the full moon, you twit".
My dog just stared and said, "no sh*t".
"Sarcasm does not, a dog, befit",
He said, "I thought that they would hit".
I sit in a double recliner
my pal Beau is next to me, we are hip to hip
He is a retriever, we call them English cremes
Because he is not golden, he is more marshmallow-looking
He is my baby, I am his mama
A spoiled dog who traded one mama for another mama
I wouldn’t have it any other way
pup
happy
excited
prancing dancing
golden retriever
tail chasing
quivering
frisky
pup
Homemade ice cream made from snow
As white as the flakes in a snow globe
Tastes so good despite the cold
Chilling our lips tongue and nose
Grinning not always winning snowball fights
Dressed for warmth not wanting to go inside
Our weenie dog Jhat short only so high
Snow covered fur all up to his eyes
Playing with neighbors kids from the block
Having energy that seems never to stop
Watching dad shovel snow from the driveway
He never seems to mind that all we do is play
Snowflakes fall in a pattern of their own
Painting us all as we sing sleigh songs
The beauty of the snow painting from clouds
We will always remember it as if it is now
The cat lay recumbent upon the luthier's bench
among violin carcasses and something French.
Morning cows making their way to the milking stool
stepped over a reflected moon in last rain's pool.
The farmer's little dog yapped in obvious glee
at the potential for milk, some butter, or ghee.
The Potters reflected on the note they've just seen.
Their dishy young girl, eloped, with boy from canteen.
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