Long Puppy Poems
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Years ago
Life was so slow
So alone I did grow
There was no one near
Just the fear
That I was alone for good
Is all I understood
I let life pass me by
The tears I would sometimes cry
Alone I would walk
No one in which to talk
Life has me down
In sorrow I felt I would drown
Everyone needs someone
With whom they could watch the sitting sun
Make life a little more fun
Was walking around
Nowhere was I bound
Just passing the day
When along my way
I saw puppies lying along side the road
Someone had lightened their load
Too bad
So sad
Someone had tossed them aside
My sadness I could not hide
As I walked by
I thought I was going to cry
Then I Saw this eye
So beautiful and green
Amazed at what I had seen
I knelt beside her
Felt my heart stir
Gently lifted her from the ground
To weak to make a sound
I carried her home hoping she would survive
I just had to keep her alive
She already made it to my heart
I did not want her to part
Everyday
In every way
I cared for her
Still she made my heart stir
After a week or more
Her strength started to soar
Then one night
After I turned out the light
I felt something touch my side
To my surprise I could not hide
What could it be
It was my puppy snuggling up next to me
For ten years
A lot less tears
Always at my side
My love I cannot hide
When I look at her
I still fill my heart stir
Bluebells carpeting a shaded wood.
Reading a well written book.
A live band playing all their hits.
all bring joy, The real McCoy.
Holidays in far off lands.
Making party plans .
Meeting up with the one you love.
These all bring joy, The real McCoy
A babe in arms.
A puppy dog.
A kitten with a ball of string.
Simple joys, The real McCoy
A winning bet.
A nice pay rise.
A lottery winning line.
Its all true joy, The real McCoy
No more wars.
Or politics.
Just living life for life's sake
This is joy, The real McCoy
This world is full war and strife
Ignore it live your life
Let others stress and scream and shout
I'm just going to enjoy this life
Signed Mr R McCoy ***
If I could change into a pet
I’d be my little dog.
Because my life would be quite set
there’d be much analogue.
I’d look up with my puppy eyes
then picked up I would be.
Patted, stroked, and idolized
this life’s the one for me.
Three meals a day, a yummy treat
I’d always be well fed.
For trips I’d have my own car seat
at night tucked into bed.
I know I would be very loved
have free range of my home.
Roll over have my belly rubbed
this place, my pleasure dome.
Outside I’d run and play all day
Explore, and things I’d find.
She is so cute, hear owners say
they are so very kind.
Therefore, if I could have a choice
my puppy it would be.
These luxuries of life rejoice
I’m sure you would agree.
8/27/18
"Big"
You're a puppy, I'm a big dog
You're a guppy, I'm a big cod
You're a tadpole, I'm a big frog,
You're a piglet, I'm a big hog
You're a shrimp, I'm a big prawn
You're a baby, I am King Kong
You got a twig, I got a big rod
You're a dud, I'm a big bomb
You're in a puddle, I'm in a big pond
You're weak, I'm big and strong
You're a pawn, talking to your king wrong
You're too unsteady, I'm ready for anything this life brings on
You're still unemployed, I'm working at a big job
You're smoking out a little pipe, I'm using big bongs
You're giving up, I continue to dig on
I'm the truth, you're a big fraud
I'm as real as it gets, you hide behind a big facade
I got not a single piece of bling on
I'm part Klingon
You like it diluted, I like my drinks strong
No time to go back and forth like ping pong
You have no idea about what we on
So you best begone
And take off in your Dodge Neon
She asked if I listened to Big Sean
I said barely, soon followed a big yawn
She said, you're not like all these ding dongs
She just really wanted to see if I had big dong
Then said it's big, oh my god!
By: Dalton Ogletree
Becoming a teenager,
Parents place wager
That by sweet sixteen,
You will have been
Kissed and experienced
Puppy love
While stars twinkle above!
Turning twenty one,
The greatest feeling
Under the sun,
Graduating from University,
Told you are very pretty,
The spark of falling in
Love instantly,
Hearing wedding bells distantly,
Then, Getting married,
Being picked up and carried,
Over threshold of new home,
Labour pains, a big groan,
Birth of a beautiful baby,
Husband murmurs, my
Brave lady!
Child’s first day at school,
Front tooth missing,
So cute and cool,
Children grow up, graduate,
They date,
Get married, cycle in action
Get married, third generation
The joy of a grandchild
The day he or she recognised you,
And smiled,
Happy moments captured
As they all happened,
And locked in parts,
And segments of everyone’s hearts!
Students
As I sit here contemplating
All those little faces
And look at their expressions
I wonder where their place is
I wonder how their life’s have been
I wonder if they’re cared for
And what they have seen
If their dreams will ever soar
Even though I don’t know them,
How I think their parents would
I wonder if their parents show them
How much they are loved, they should
On some of them you can see
In their little puppy eyes
The sadness that they bring from home
And I hope that there they’d find happiness
I want to reach out and embrace them
Till they feel the empathy I feel
But I know it’s only temporary
For at home is where they have to deal
To deal with life as they know it
To try to survive another day
To deal with the blows and the yelling of it
And hoping that, someday, it will go away
So they grow up and the cycle starts
To deal with their own, best they can
Finally they realize their parents weren’t at fault
It’s societies pressures that parent’s can’t stand
By: Nena Enriquez
Form:
The summer was lush with death,
it turned the hare into a twirling dervish,
the raccoon to a pantomime villain,
forced mice
to sing in the jaws of predators.
The woods are bare now,
trees rattle,
birds clatter twiggy wings,
briar tangles
in the bare throats of scarecrows.
October gourds glow, there serrated grins
reflected within the eyes
of late stalking cats.
Nocturnal winds sweep in,
bone corseted myths
ride upon the cracked racks
of desiccated lambs.
Petticoats hang from gristly limbs
much tattered by thorns.
By December, the skeletal woods
crunch inwards like roofless catacombs.
Reckless children are lost
in a leafless maze of fairytales.
Mothers tag the young
like puppy dogs, vaccinate them
against dismay.
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Breath so warm with its creamy scent
He’d been drinking his mother’s milk
Soft and gentle, his large eyes swam
In tender twinkles of joy that was sent
On doting whispers of love and laughter
Soothing caresses against warm fur
Yearning to hold him just a bit more
Feeling full of hope and faith in love
That graces the one who knows the
Touch of pleasure that comes from
Petting a puppy who loves so openly
God’s healing hand touching down
Breathing devotion through my spirit
In sensations of abandon and hope
For the glorious affection of one
Little lively puppy filled with love
Dedicated to OSCAR
The children gathered down in front,
All sprawled about without a care.
The preacher gave a homily
While little Susie twirled her hair.
O, to make some moral imprint,
How the preacher tried and tried!
Tommy tracing in the carpet,
Becky, listless, fussed and cried,
Johnny hanging off the lectern,
Billy, underneath the pews.
So it plays out every week as
Little ears receive good news.
Rounding third and losing steam,
With one last chance to bring it home,
"What's the best gift you have gotten?”
Asked the preacher while they roam.
Jimmy says, "A bright red scooter!"
Maggie yells, "big screen TV!"
"Yesterday I got my ears pierced!”
Sally stands for all to see.
"When I got my baby puppy!"
Loudly squealed another child.
"Jesus on the cross for me,"
Said Mary then, and Grandpa smiled.
News spins around my head.
Killings, a brave puppy dog
saving a kitten,
rape & heroic deeds
done by cop and villain.
October surprises loom,
we are led by the nose
to suppose
he lied
or tried hard to tell the truth.
Forgive me for asking
but can the news cycle
get a puncture just once.
Blow me down
with a killer clown,
shock the horror
let the cat out
of its peekaboo bag.
Take a knee,
rest and drop -
that smoking gun is a prop
cool the hot-cross bun some.
Mute the chattering
media flunky's.
Not news is good
for news junkies,
yet bad stuff happens
and we must all chase it,
run it down
and claim the day
as if we owned it.