Long Terriers Poems
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Nineteen nosey newts nudged nasty nautical nannies
Eighteen eager ermines excitedly edged everyone’s ego
Seventeen sacred slugs sat sideways searching seagulls
Sixteen slippery snails slid southwards sipping sangria
Fifteen flowery foxes fell forward fondling fuchsias
Fourteen frantic fleas froze fighting frightening fanatics
Twelve twiddling tigers told thirteen tasteless tales
Eleven elderly elephants embellished eighteen ebony earrings
Ten terrified tardy ticks tricked two thirsty Turkish tramps
Nine naughty nasal know-it-alls knew nothing nearing knowledge
Eight elastic earthworms echoed eighty edgy Egyptians
Seven solemn snakes slithered slowly sensing sunshine
Six sassy silk-moths sceptically squished spinach selfishly
Five funny fatties feared following fancy French fashion
Four fantastic faithful Finnish flies faked famous farcical facelifts
Three tenacious terriers thrilled twelve tipsy throbbing thespians
Two tireless Tanzanian tapirs tittle tattled tirelessly throughout Tuesday
One obedient oily octopus offered obnoxious orangutans oranges outrageously
He had long hair once.
She wrote alone in her knickers'
drinking German wines.
He painted dark clouds
that never rained.
Savvy punk word-painters
slam down their ill-tempers
with blunt ballpoints of anger.
Romantic poets running in circles
yapping like Yorkshire Terriers.
Overwrought poetess
banging on about 'daddy'.
Overweight myopic philosophers
creating visual masterpieces.
He draws his thoughts
with the chalky dust
of crow bones,
black birds watch
his hocus-pocus from afar.
The shyly brazen, always
sculpting heart-stomping elephants.
She is lovely seen by
the bottom of a beer glass.
Artists all,
all sketching their faces
looking for someone
to pick them up
to play along
with their solitary games
forever.
Wicked Witch of the West’s
Castle is now a home for unwed children, numbering twenty-three,
Children who are gloriously sock-loose and dance-e-bee.
The flying monkeys have turned into baby sitters, and lovers.
They protect the children from all mean witches and mothers.
The scarecrow and the lion come by about twice a week,
To make sure things are comfortable, they both do peek.
Tin-man runs a home for cairn terriers down the road.
He occasionally also saves an iguana, or a horny toad.
They get a face-time call from Kansas, USA, once a day.
Dorothy is in college now, so she does not have time to play.
But she picks up the ruby slippers and makes them shine,
Showing them she will never forget Oz was a fabulous time!
Ash Groves
“Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
When twilight is fading I pensively rove,
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely Ash Grove.
‘Tis there where the blackbird is cheerfully singing,
Each warbler enchants with his note from the tree,
Ah, then little I think of sorrow or sadness,
The Ash Grove enchanting spells beauty for me.”
Wales to me,
Though stranger to my step,
Like the Ash groves on rolling mountains
Blackbirds warble - long days of summer’s smile;
A pensive rover with my Welsh companions
Of Corgi’s, wily terriers
About my feet;
Honoring a Red Dragon, in this land of song
Where songs bequeathed to my heart -
Sung before my time - left for me sing;
In lyrics of canaries free of cages
Rising up from deep shafts of dark coal
Sing out their freedom;
Still heard in voyages ‘cross the Celtic Sea –
Pensive legends of home
‘Cross turbulent oceans;–
Finding rolling mountains to climb
Upon Liberty’s broad wings
To Ash groves of white and blue;
Ne’er forgetting Rock Rose or Snowden Lily
The Red Kite soaring
High up in Welsh hearts;
No more to pensively roam
Through new ash groves of freedom
In this new land of song -
New land of song.
“The ash grove, how graceful how plainly ‘tis speaking
The harp thro’ it playing has language for me…
The Ash Grove alone is my home.”
Based on the Welsh folk song “Ash Grove.”
Song form AABAABA
Part of my family came from Wales to Kentucky and Tennessee in the 1800’s. Their last name was Henderson.
7-2-20
O Self Righteous Mew Martyred Lost
unto
Dragons breath, and roasted lots
amongst the spit and gradually heated pots
crows, counted among the cost,
counting zeros,
onesies and Aftermath of Astral Thoths
Line by line
into perdition we go deeper into the plot of plots
Into
Penitance, no
Penance, yes
Lusts succulent-grows
In laboratory tests
We
Like Moths to a drain
Of
Energy unsleeved
Perceived
Of misconceived pipings; insane; synergy;
creams never veined
Of suave salves, dealings of those
that have only vain, not the have nots but
half wicked flames
Unwritten names
half hooved of Baphomet and the
Long-Toothed of his stage and scream
The storm born, we shall ride
that dark ride
In the precipitation of filth,
catching mud in our eye
Rebirthed, stalled, aborted by skanky sway,
of breastly milk
of I am soaked wet in a dream
Of the Worlds reasonings why Apathy and Pride
are foolish runway brides
of souls Holiday-Window faux scene;
dressing-undressing after the honeymoon
of ignorance, arrogance blessing
Design upon design our Statement of Mission creep O Ord
Ordinance
O Self Righteous Mew Martyred Lost
unto
Dragons breath, and roasted sheeps,
crows, counted among the cost,
counting Warlords, drones left with money packed.
helicopters and jeeps
onesies and Aftermath of Astral Thoths
To self, a barrier in microscopic scop
A true Virus inbred by DNA STD of
a sinful nature and closed mind
To all but skeaze
Are we rebirthed anew, awry
Eating our own tale of condensation carriers,
pack mules
on the trail of compensation trys
Death Terriers of the ratio of phi
Humid evening
Hot air and disease;
Flu bug on parade!
Old age looks forlorn
My neighbour sits alone;
Keeps own company
Day turns to night time
Cyber sensations;
Wind blown haikus
My mother died alone
Late June last year;
Still, I see her face
Two poodle-terriers
Snoopy and Bear;
Canine matrimony
My dead father
In my mirror glimpse;
Startling son-rise!
Traffic jam scenario
Car number 5000;
Sporty impatience!
Lotus posture here
Waiting on no-thing;
Something happens
Morning Glory flowers
Climbers on the fence;
Noisy children play
Fifty floors above
Skyscraper joggers;
Evening escalates
Stranger smiles
Crowded minimart queue;
Awkward silence cut
Waiting lift crowd
Together yet alone;
Stress and strain percolate
Remember
To remember;
Happy ever after
Words cannot
Even tell enough;
Non-fat skimmed milk
Work hard
Diet plan;
Manage self-image!
Our great old man
Frail as bamboo charcoal;
May peace abide
Bright legacy
Warm harmony;
Sepia continuity
Ink my name
On rice paper;
Rain dissolves all
Not much
Not even;
Not enough
Words on electrons
Cyber storage works;
Password protected
Leon Enriquez
21 Feb 2014
Singapore
Hunter the knight that shines so bright
Your twinkling greens eyes were my delight
There was no task from which you would shrink
two years with cancer always on the brink
From the day your were born till day you died
You treasured each moment you were alive
A bond was formed and you saved my life
Not just once but many times
You suffered in silence an endless pain
as cancer ate your body away
Yet still rose to every call
your love enough to carry you on
With your sister by your side
with Lady Guiniverre you would ride
then walk into that beautiful place
grassy knolls where children play
Into a stream you both would slip
delighted you both would swim a bit
& smile your silly smile with half your face
& run & jump & prance & play
You would both take turns when I was home
Making sure I was never ever alone
Always excited when I came in
from wherever I had been again
I love you both my tears still gush
I hope you did not suffer much
I just could not anesthetize
I kept you alive despite the advice
I wanted you both to be in the same place
in the yard were you always would play
I made your final resting place
I know for at least the last two years
you only hung on to ease my fears
You tried so hard not to die
your heart was willing but your body denied
How lonely you must have been inside
86 days you were alone for the first time
Your sister was no longer by your side
I can't believe you held on so long
just to comfort me once she was gone
86 days is what it did take
then you joined your sister in her resting place
Hunter March 8, 2008 to August 9, 2020
&
Lady Guinevere March 8, 2008 to May 15, 2020
Brother and Sister - Bonded littermates -
American Staffordshire Pitbull Terriers
No words can ever express
the love I have for you
& how much your missed
The sweetest, gentlest, kindest, loving, fur babies anyone could ask for
I will miss you forever Hunter & Gwinny. I love you both.
Rome wasn't built in a day
Mexicans like saying "Ole!"
If your horse eats nothing but hay
Teach him how to order on e-Bay
While terriers put sugar in their 'tay'
Cigarette smokers should use an ashtray
People say every dog has his day
Though I was told that crime doesn't pay
First April showers, then come what May
In life one's gotta find his own way
A voice vote's always a yea or a nay
It's lonely tonight -- Won't you stay?
When you're older, your hair might turn gray
Every knight needs some dragons to slay
If a soldier won't enter the fray
Against him will a nation inveigh
On her tuffet, Little Miss Muffet ate whey
When a donkey's upset, it'll bray
In Puerto Rico how those palm trees do sway
Now the sun's out: Go catch a ray
Do you remember when happy meant 'gay'
And nursery school age kids used to play?
From the path it's far too easy to stray
~ Life's choices please carefully weigh!
The day finally came
For when we were young we read
Winged serpents of fire
To our planet earth brought dread
It was on a winters night
When i was awoken in my sleep
No animal could make that roar
As my skin started to creep
I looked towards my window
A shadow sped past so fast
Next there was an orange glow
Followed by, blast after blast
Fireballs rained down
Destroying everything it hit
For from their mouths they spewed
Like napalm, fire spit
For upon the dragons rode
Scant maiden warriors
For now my eyes believed
These winged serpent terriers
For with them came hooded beings
Who held up lights of blue
Servants to these dragons
The ones that they lured to you
When i look to the darkened skies
Every so often there are balls of flames
These winged serpents of fire
Are bringing down our planes
Through the smoke i view the horizon
Above the mountains, all i see is an orange glow
You can hear their wings in the shadows
Whilst they gruesomely bestow
I can hear my father and mother
Crying in their room
My mother in frantic screams
Declaring this is our tomb
No sooner had they arrived
They disappeared into the black
These winged serpents of fire
No doubt they will soon be back
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-14.php
Imagine a topsy turvy upset
Where humans were pets
President Jack Russell in talks
With terriers from york
Debating about pest control
Keeping humans in control
Women kept for breading and tame
Men kept for hunting and games
Imagine the chaos if dogs ruled
Who'd stop them being cruel
Locking humans in the garden
Barking and beating hard men
Would they prepare the food?
And clean up the poop?
Would dogs walk on two legs?
And humans use all four instead?
Defining humans into pedigrees
A caged human? Set it free
Lassie would be a heart throb
Wellards the highest payed dog
Workin for the BBC company
Barking beyond companionity
Bathrooms wouldn't be invented
Forests for public conveniences
Politics would still be as bad
Even Jack Russells barking mad
Arguing about the price of meat
From butcher dogs superleads
The largest franchise dog bone
Lots of treats to take home
Second place home barkings
Where they get pets bargains
German shepherds policing the street
As the other breeds are too weak
If the topsy turvy world was true
Not differ much from our rule
I think it would be less confusing
As the dogs life is more amusing