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A silvery blue, pale blond long hair
Yorkie with a short waggy tail, floppy abnormal ears
Brown eyes that will melt your heart
With his own flair
~
He was supposed to be a petite five pounds
But by the age of five
His a healthy sixteen pounds
I'm told it’s a genetic throwback
Mother Nature is full of small surprises
~
He's known to have a mind of his own
Stubborn true to his name
Try to put a flame under him to get him to walk,
He sits on the road or nip at my toes…
I wish he could talk
It’s a shame instead of creating havoc
I have to carry him
~
He doesn't like being left alone
So my husband and I take turns staying at home
~
He loves a good belly rub,
Delightful back massage,
Or the back of his ears scratched
~
Intelligent, gentle, loving companion
He is part of the family who has won
Our hearts with tons
Of wet kisses
No one can love us as much as he
© Eve Roper 6/17/2015
Contest Name: My Pet
Sponsor By: Broken Wings
Peanut a silvery bluey, pale blond, long hair Yorkie
Short waggy tail, floppy ears, brandy brown eyes
That melts your heart with his elegance.
He was supposed to be a petite five pounds
Pup, but by the age of five he became a porky.
I was told Mother Nature is full of surprises.
He has a mind of his own, “Stubborn,” true to his nature.
On our walks in the morn, if he’s done, he’s done.
He sits in the middle of the road and won’t budge; he’s won.
He’ll nip at my toes to let me know his done.
It’s embarrassing. I pick him up and carry him home.
When we get close, I put him down, to the front door he runs.
He loves a delightful back massage or a good belly rub
Or the back of his ears scratched. He doesn’t like the tub,
He knows what comes next, and don’t leave him alone.
He's a part of the family that has won our heart with tons
Of joyful, fast wagging tail, loving moments, and wet kisses
No one can miss and love us as much as he.
3/15/2023
Beloved Pets Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
I wish I could shape shift into a dog.
With you, I would daily jog.
I would wag my tail and be your lapdog.
I would tilt my head and pout,
Run around with my wet snout,
Lie down, and roll over on my back and snub,
For no bubble scrub in the tub.
I would bark and say it is time to play;
Gayfully run to the doorway.
You would throw the ball halfway;
I would race and chase,
Catch, bring it back, and place
Dropping it at your feet, a treat. I am fed.
You would pat the top of my head
And scratch behind my ear and be led.
I would kiss your face and turn you bead red.
You let me sleep beside you as you read.
My big droopy eyes and waggy tail tell you,
No one can love you
As much as I do.
Walking down the street
My head hung low in defeat
Stepped in out of the cold
Guess I'm getting kinda old
Put my self in a cage
Trying to beat the rage
Must be my age
Bodies feeling kinda saggy
My tail not so waggy
As I'm shaking off the cold
Feeling not so bold
Looking around I see
People no better off than me
Hard times are here
Looking around I see fear
What are we going to do
When there no food to chew
No roof over our head
Done been kicked out of my bed
Feet tired of walking
Ears tired of the talking
Looking for a job
But I look like a slob.
Can't find no shower
So I smell like no flower
Seems like the end of time
So I make up this silly rhythm
Just to ease my mind
Take what ever break you find
Just to get by.
When the cost of living is so high
For years I’d begged my parents for a puppy
Sam was a surprise gift for my ninth birthday
With his huge dark brown eyes and long waggy tail
I was just smitten
When I returned home from school, he’d fetch his lead
then wait patiently by the door to go out
I’d promised my parents I’d take him for walks
to the local park
That year we had such a glorious summer
We’d play outside all day in the bright sunshine
Autumn came, with drizzle and torrential rain
I hated those walks!
The reality of owning Sam hit home
In rainy weather we still had to go out
But I’d made a lifelong commitment to Sam
my four legged friend
Pick-A-Title, Vol 19 - 4 Sapphic Stanzas - Poetry Contest
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5. The Thrill Is Gone
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06/12/20