Long Doggie Poems
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Competition
Distraction;
Extension
This May Day pause
Labour rests;
Just a moment
Holiday calm
Before the storm;
Breakaway norms
Slow stroll strides
Mini-mart long queue;
Confront waiting charade
Purchase in tow
Two full hands struggle;
Bear laden stuff homewards
Newspaper vendor waits
Sidewalk corner bench;
Newsprint in stacks
All the printed news
You can buy;
A curious read indeed
Fruit ready-cut
Grab some on-the-go;
Eat as you fly past
Lazy moods fling
A strange sway;
Not much to do
Dogs on leash
Owners chit-chat;
About doggie demeanour
Tiny tots run
Awkward steps taken;
Adults rush to help
Leon Enriquez
03 May 2014
Singapore
I’m sitting by the river.
It’s a warm and sunny day.
It’s lovely to be out here
Just relaxing in this way.
My jacket is unzipped,
My brand-new book is on my lap,
When suddenly a dog squats down
And takes a mushy crap.
The owner was right next to him;
The dog was on a leash.
I shook my head and silently
Admonished with a “Sheesh!”
His little pile of doggie doo
Was inches from my feet.
It wasn’t what I’d hoped to see
To make my day complete.
Although the owner scooped up
What his rear end had been spitting,
With just one tug they could have moved
Where no one else was sitting.
A gorgeous day can suffer from
A blot upon its beauty
When someone inconsiderate
Ignores her civic duty!
Have you ever had one of those days
On the wrong side of the bed, bad days
When everything right went wrong
Cause the ding had lost it's dong
Ouch, Mr. Sun came peeking in
Up from bed and banged your shin
Leaky, full toilet overflowed
Damn, you stubbed your other big toe
Times like this: don't you love those days
Hardly anything seems to go your way?
Is little Johnnie turning green
Splat! Is that doggie ice cream?
Gas oven took a dump
Everyone’s oatmeal was in clumps
The kids were late AGAIN for school
Wasn’t that traffic cop a tool?
Oh, you should've just stayed in bed!
Rolled back over and called in dead…
Shoot! An hour late for work
Emptied Starbucks on your shirt
Dare you ask how this could get worse?
Others think you're such a jerk.
Next, the boss comes barging in
Tells you,"Look for work again"
Everything was going wrong
Vacation's gonna be a little long
Even your wife’s rope is at an end
Now she says, "Let's just be friends"
An asteroid fell from the skies
Smashed the beer between the thighs
Kick yourself for getting out of bed
a fun collaboration with the incomparable Tom Quigley
Bent forward on his wooden chair,
inside his shack, with not a care,
he sits where fast to sleep he fell.
The old man’s sleeping long and well.
Companions waiting to be fed
or have their master pat their head,
wait at his feet, but they can tell
the old man’s sleeping long and well.
One spotted mutt with doggie grace
extends a tongue to lick the face
of him whose form is but a shell. . .
The old man’s sleeping long and well.
Bent forward on his wooden chair,
the old man’s sleeping long and well.
A Kyrielle Sonnet for the Briton Riviere Poery Contest
Link for the painting: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Riviere_Briton_The_Long_Sleep.jpg
We are both bruised and beaten
Thanks to our new puppy, cone dog
He was neutered five days ago
He cannot get through the giant doggie door
We have to leave the front door propped open
Raccoons and opossums are living in here with us now
Cone Dog pushes us around from room to room
We have sharp red cone marks on our buttocks and our legs
My screaming husband was pushed into the office a second ago by Cone Dog.
I cringe as I watch the cone flinging couches out of the dog's path.
Our dog, Buddy, is using his enormous cone like a giant cow catcher
The raccoons and opossums are tired of it too.
I watch them sneak out the door, and I yell "Wait for me!"
There once was a girl
In the Coppertone ad
And her dog pulled her bathing suit down;
So her pale little butt
Was exposed by the mutt
Though the rest of her body looked brown.
It was harmless and sweet
And offensive to none
So for years it made Coppertone's name;
But society's changed
And for people deranged
What was innocent's not quite the same.
Now the Coppertone girl,
While her doggie still tries
To perform the same stunt he once did,
Looks abashed, but for what?
For this time he had not
Been successful at making his bid.
Though his little teeth nip
At her suit, he cannot
Bare her tush for the whole world to see.
It's a sign of the times
That because of some crimes
What was cute once no longer can be.
What would you do if you got an extra five thousand dollars?
I made a little list.
I would pay for all of my friends’ meals this week.
Why wait? I asked myself.
Knowing that it would make me feel great.
I paid for their meals, having faith the universe would reward me.
After I had paid for three meals my contact for next year arrived.
I am not getting an extra five thousand dollars.
I am getting an extra seven thousand dollars.
I got online to see how much a fire truck costs.
I used to always want one.
Of course I was ten at that time.
Insight showed me that this is not my true desire any more.
I guess I will keep buying my friends’ lunches.
And maybe some doggie chews and some art supplies.
And a steak for my husband.
My needs are simple.
words 148
I will use some lovely words today.
I am determined to use words like gossamer, gauzy,
delight, nirvana, heavenly, and what the heck?
Who is knocking on my door like that? Putting me in a bad mood.
It sounds like they are pounding the house down.
It is my dog, who cannot get into her doggie door with the
stuffed duck in her mouth.
Okay.
Where was I?
I have a word list of all the most romantic, poetic words
imaginable. Words I rarely use. Words like luna, cosmic,
mystical, Ophelia, roses, demon lover, allure, alight, uplift.
Crumb!
Who is in my driveway?
I hate it when a truck stops here.
The dog goes crazy, breaking my concentration.
Oh, a good friend, who wants to paint today.
Yes, I can easily switch gears.
This poetry thing is not working a bit anyway…..
CANINE KING
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He was a dachshund extraordinaire,
a canine king with a luxurious coat most fair.
He ruled our neighborhood with nary a care,
his tail wagging wildly, his ears flapping in the air.
His little legs moved swiftly,
patrolling the streets quite deftly.
He sniffed and snuffled with a curious mind,
chasing the squirrels with harmless malign.
He barked at strangers with a fearless din,
growling and showing his teeth like a sharp mandolin.
He ruled the streets with an iron paw,
protecting and serving with his loving, doxie law.
He licked the faces of those he knew,
reigning gently while enjoying his doggie chews.
He was a master of mischief with his charming ways,
nudging with his nose, his way of begging you to stay.
His barks were music to my ears, his wags a delight,
dancing and prancing with a carefree spirit, light.
He was a dachshund extraordinaire,
a neighborhood hero and loving arbiter.
Fiona and her pup Scar decided to go on an adventure
They hit the Pacific Highway at four in the morning on Tuesday
There is nothing like the open road! Fiona sang to Scar.
Scar was happy, there were doggie treats in his sidecar.
Many people honked and waved as they journeyed.
They ran out of ocean soon enough, but saw other things.
Dusty dirty tumbleweeds blew into them in Wyoming.
No worries, Fiona told Scar. Things will get better.
Scar was not worried. He had a new t-bone now.
Thanks to the generosity of the cook at the truck stop.
“We are on the road to somewhere!” Fiona sang.
They were steering through Nebraska now.
It was the tornado season, so they might have to lie in a ditch.
Scar did not care. He has his bone, and he had his memories.
He loved traveling “the road to somewhere”.
It was his favorite thing to do in the summer time.