Sundown came fast,
the fat Blue Heeler
lolling under the low picket fence
suddenly jerked his head up
as if someone had turned the lights out.
A startled Magpie scuttled over the hedgerow
maybe thinking it would be lighter on this side,
it wasn't,
eventually we all went to bed,
but the dog was dead by morning.
Adored, loved, and regaled from Melbourne to Perth
She's my blue heeler, the source of such joy and mirth
With her Dingo—DNA
She's a free spirit all the way
And the best mate one could ever hope for on earth!
3/4/23
Archibald the blue heeler was a loyal one
Frolicking with his pal Rachel under the Southern sun
Up for a game and a lick to the face
Running around outside was their place
And Rachel McCrow was called to the blue
To do her duty and to be true
She lost her life to the murderer’s gun
Passing as heroes with her partner Matthew their lives undone
When the blue gathered to honour them
Archibald was in the front for his friend
He waited patiently until the service had ended
And then went home without her now his love extended.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Rachel McCrow was murdered with her partner Matthew Arnold on police duty in Queensland. Archibald was her blue heeler dog.
Hurry up! Barry the boorish bulldog urged Priss the poodle.
There are others here who want to unwind their noodle.
Is that surly curly still in the bath? Is she getting her legs waxed?
German shepherd’s temper was being severely taxed.
Move over a bit so I can reach the sink!
Said a beagle who was trying to get a drink.
The bathroom was filled up with dogs of variety of pedigrees.
They were hopping around on fat legs that had chased a good breeze.
How many more roommates are we going to get?
Yelped a blue heeler with sass who was throwing a fit.
The puppies barked, and the old dogs passed big gas.
All of them ready to leap around on some grass.
I was in love with the most lovable sheila
but she did darn take off with me heeler
Overnight, she had packnd their bags
not just me dog, gone too with me scallywags
Left with just a simple note
she had found a more loving bloke
Heartbroken to have lost them all
I gave me mate Bluey a call
Together we drank more than just a slab
ending up so hammered, he had to call us a cab
As the lonely days passed and tears filled me eyes
by crikey it hit me, suddenly I came to realise
What a bloomin idiot, she deserved such love and respect
every night boozin with me mates, my true love I did neglect
I'm gunna cut out me drinkin and win her heart back
fair dinkum fella's, you can flamin bet on that!
The tide slipped out,
The sun went down,
His thoughts surrounded,
That small old town.
The whispering wind,
The flames that cooked,
His catch for the day,
Downhearted he looked.
He missed the mates,
He always saw,
Even Jack at the local,
All lost to war.
"Life has lost meaning Blue",
He said to his friend,
A little sad eyed heeler,
That God must have sent.
As the barra' turned brown,
And the prayers were all said,
Blue turned around,
The old man was dead.
Why such a war,
Meaningless cost,
To honour your country,
To die or be lost.
1981
(barra' is short for barramundi)
Lazy days in fields of bluebonnets;
lost in romantic, Shakespearian sonnets.
Sipping blueberry wine neath a sky blue dome,
on this amazing blue planet I get to call home.
Voyages across the deep blue sea;
pale blue moon lights the way for me.
Blue whales spew mist upon my sails.
Feast on blue crab and lobster tails.
Chillin' on the porch in faded blue jeans;
bluegrass strums across banjo strings.
Frisky blue heeler dancing at my feet;
bluebirds sing along; tweet tweet tweet.
Old Blue Eyes crooning on the radio.
The Blue Lounge was the place to go.
Oddis Redding with those rhythm and blues;
Elvis jirates in Blue Suede Shoes.
All these blues are truly grand,
but baby, when you take my hand;
your touch, delicate as bluebell flowers,
Yet strong as bluestones of castle towers.
When I feel the blues start creeping in,
I gaze your baby blues again.
To my soul and spirit, you are leaven.
You, my love, are my blue heaven.
Ropin Pen
Headed to the ropin' pen
On a Saturday night
Cooler is loaded
This just feels right
Got the ol' dodge rollin'
You know I ain't no phony
Got this six horse trailer
Loaded with my one and only
It's a 10 point slide
Down there at Cody's
With a fresh batch of steers
Lookin for some ponies
I'm just a number three
But it's only a twelve header
Heeler is a two
So he ain't no better
16 back in the short go
With 19 of em' being mine
I was ropin' like Trevor Brazier!
All I needed was a time
But at the bottom of the ninth
Things were lookin' bad
My partner flipped his loop
Right up under my ol' nag
Ol' Rowdy didn't agree
All of a sudden he turned feral
Made a beeline towards the chute
Then shut down and turned the barrel
In all his years as a barrel horse
That was the best run he'd ever made
Luckily for me
I came out, unscathed
I woulda had that ropin'
But it was capped at a 7
If only I won the saddle pad
Ol' Rowdy would think he'd gone to heaven
OBSESSIONS
Shes so into them high heelers
there's no satisfying her... desire
for them high heeled fashions shoes
a high heeler shes in her deepest self
of chocolates its an addiction but i wont
mention liquor she says gonna say am hating
and brood for weeks on end thou i still lover her
ever always so much i guess shes my obsession..a she
Lewis Nyaga
23/01/2015
Neo*,
My beamish boy,
Who slayed 'The Jabberwock'.
"Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
My friend.
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*Neo is part Blue Heeler, part mongrel and all good. Mostly.
Lines used from Lewis Carrolls 'Jabberwocky'.
"Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story . . . "
Mick
I had a cattle dog called Mick,
Who chased a ball and did some tricks
Yes he was a Red Heeler.
Red cattle dogs don’t bite as much,
Friendly dogs do like your touch,
But he chased an 18 wheeler.
He went out, saw a barking dog,
And chased and happy as a frog
truck broke his back, deaths dealer.
Friday 13th it was not,
But Saturday morning not forgot,
The lad I was, a job now got,
To put him out of misery.
I carried him gently in my ute,
.22 rifle and in truth,
Saddened then, and now the proof,
I killed my best friend and burnt him. :(
Don Johnson 7-3-11
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Aussie Blue Heeler
Seen em strike, brown snakey type,
When cattle dogs are near,
Seen the bite cut off the hide,
With bloody sheep shearing shears.
Saved dogs life?
Seen brown snakes pulled from logs,
hunting cattle dog, blue heelers,
Seen dogs eating brown snakes, alive,
Scales n all, Blue demon dealer.
Blue heeler used to get the Scrubber, (wild cattle)
Back in the bloody herd,
The runner got nipped on his heels,
Therein blue heeler word.
Religious types came to me ,
The blue dogs intercepted,
Snapping at their heels they were,
left , without a blessing.
Snarling guard dog he will bite,
Right about your heel,
Faithful watchful a delight,
And then your heart he’ll steal.
Don Johnson 22-june-11
Rocky he’s a Cattle Dog
he’s coloured black and blue
He always lays around asleep
till work he has to do..
Two Preachers came walking up our path
to speak their line of spiel
They told me of their one true God
and did it with some zeal
At last they left just one sheep short
And headed for the gate
Then one turned to look around
Cos Rocky bit his mate
I thought to drive old Rocky off
With whip and curses rare…………."Stock whip good on cattle better on burglars in house"..
I cracked the whip and yelled a lot
But terrified the pair
They thought the Devil on their tail
This dog and madman too
They leapt in a Ford and did set sail
In a cloud of smoke so blue….
Don Johnson
Blue heel biting Cattle dog "heeler" or Australian Shepherd
great Aussie brown snake killers, some Dingo in em.....very economical watch Dog...
Little Freddie ran confused,
He wished their senses people used,
His former owners dropped him off,
And at him they did laugh and scoff.
Freddie whimpered franticly,
The car driving off he did see,
The people did not really care,
They dropped him off in no where.
He hurried down the dirty street,
Looking for something good to eat,
His hunger raged in his mind,
His owners left him behind.
In despair he found a bush,
The poor dog gave a push,
And squirmed under the thicket,
And sleep he at last met.
The next morning he went mad,
With fury that enters him when sad,
He tore right into the muddy street,
And went right under the horses feet.
The fate of Freddie does seem strange,
But look at a collie who roams the range,
Or a heeler that runs in a wide pasture,
When they have a wonderful master.