On a whim a black lab waited
where other people do.
At a bus stop man created,
he smoked a cig too.
His paws outstretched ready to pounce
onto the shuttle of spluttering fumes.
He'd ran away and this was his last chance
to leave the humans painless; still humming their tunes.
This bus would take him to fields of squirrels
To an old friend he had played poker with
Where the loquacious woodpecker always trills
He'd have to do all this before his joints got stiff
Staying close to strangers legs,
He lifts one paw on.
The sight of his owners, he begs:
Will you please be gone?
I am dying, you cannot see,
you must not see ever.
You'll forget the posh afternoon tea.
Those traipsing, frolicking memories lost forever.
It's easier if you let me step on this bus,
Wave goodbye.
I'm still not sure what that does
but I know you'll always try.
Ears floppy, mouth drooling; sometimes I wish I'd played ball a bit more.
Eyes gloomy, paws aching; those times were never a bore.
Categories:
labrador, death, dog, nature, pets,
Form: Rhyme
The morning sun spills across the porch, casting a golden sheen on everything it touches. There, in a weathered rocking chair, sits a whiskered old man, his face a roadmap of countless smiles and sorrows. Beside him, a white labrador, whose fur almost glows in the light, listens intently. The man's raspy voice, a gentle melody fills the air, weaves tales of days gone by and adventures shared. Each note dances on the breeze, a private serenade for two souls bound by years of companionship.
in morning's embrace,
old tunes float on sunlit air—
shadows dance, tail wags
Categories:
labrador, dog, friendship love, joy,
Form: Haibun
If I wasn't there,
the rain swollen clouds
would have still dumped
their dark weight over the bay
and through a gaping tear,
let down a curtain of sunlight
to start the day.
And if I wasn't there,
the old, arthritic labrador
would have still waddled
along the street
with its bent but steady gait,
undistracted, self absorbed
and fixed in its own stare
that allowed no deviation
from years of devoted plod.
The morning had no need
for me, what happened
would have happened anyway.
There's an annoying sadness
in knowing the earth
doesn't seem to care
if things pass unnoticed.
Sunsets and waterfalls
carry no favor.
To it, the achingly beautiful
and the catastrophic can
happily go unreported.
And yet I still ask -
what's the point -
and entertain the notion
that the universe has this
innate and unfathomable need
for a witness
to take in Creations
unfolding riddle
and make it fit together.
I could be wrong,
but for each of us,
the privilege of being here
on this gifted earth,
to understand, care for
and tell its story in song
fulfills a purpose,
if only to this end -
or something more.
Categories:
labrador, care, creation, dog, earth,
Form: Free verse
Form: Kucerian
Labrador,
savoring my garden roses;
a generous fairy softly pats his nose.
Categories:
labrador, animal, dog, fairy, nature,
Form: Free verse
There’s a suave Labrador so lyrical
That his talent is blessed as a miracle
He barks out golden verse
Both elaborate and terse
Sometimes tragic and sometimes satirical
1/13/22
Categories:
labrador, dog, humor,
Form: Limerick
Lord Labrador was so dapper and debonair,
When the wenches saw him, they put their legs in the air.
He could have his sniff of whatever female he fancied.
None of them ran off or avoided him. They prance-ied.
Lord Labrador was used to having things his way.
He could whistle and have a steak and ale at end of each day.
He had a harem of women who loved everything about him for sure.
They sang his praises, and wrote songs in his honor, most not pure.
Lord Labrador was not popular among the other lords or men.
They hated the way he was the center of attention from beginning to end.
Their wives pictured him when they were in the throes of passion.
Which made these men’s hopes go pretty much crash’n.
Lord Labrador did not care that he was only popular among shes, not hes.
He had enough money, that he did not have to care about pleasing any of those fleas.
He would enter the room and the women would sigh and drop in subjugation.
In a way it gave him a sense of hopeful jubilation.
Categories:
labrador, dog,
Form: Rhyme
Lab
Black
Chocolate
Yellow
Fun
Loving
Loyal
Friend
Categories:
labrador, animal, friendship,
Form: Free verse
Hey I'm a beautiful black labrador
look at my coat so silky smooth
just run your hand across it now
feels like velvet so cool so sooth
I have such a loud clear bark
seeing intruders coming miles away
you'll be protected from every enemy
I'm the one to keep you astay
But at my heart, I'm really soft
love to get cuddles all day long
soft and cuddly being my second name
now that's a title for a sweet song
I love to go walkies in the countryside
throw that ball I'll catch it every time
I even listen intently to your poetry
wag my tail when I hear you rhyme!
(Just imagining If I were a dog, what breed would I be, and why?)
Categories:
labrador, animal, dog, imagination,
Form: Rhyme