Puppy's pleading and glum glimmering eyes,
Little white teeth trying to stop the one who's leaving,
But who's going to tell the one who's leaving that without him the world is less,
Less colours,
Less laughter,
Less smiles,
Less shine,
Only a dull and grey world.
The puppy held on to the man’s leg with all his strength,
The man kept his distance and the pup at length.
The pup cried, the agony of its voice
Cannot change the man's choice
Of leaving
And deceiving
The poor pup
And
The poor puppy love.
She had always been told she had to be four
Before her parents would let a puppy in the door
You might hurt him, or he might hurt you they said.
She thought she’d never get a puppy, this girl Ted.
Her whole name was Theadora, but they called her Ted.
She was semi-named after her goofy uncle Ned Zed Ed.
A Golden Retriever jumped into her lap on Christmas Eve.
She was finally four, now her parents she could believe.
lickety split whickety way
I think I’ll make a puppy today
Some fur, big paws and lots of love
stir this cauldron with a giant glove
expectations are everything
he’ll leap from this pot with a ring-a-ling
slurpy slippy slimy slippy suppy
where are you, my sweet loyal puppy?
More joy than her little heart can take
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"You gotta have a puppy!"
Don't even need a guppy!"
Don't want a doggy surprise,
Gazing at such soulful eyes,
"Looking back at ya, puppy!"
prancing in the snow
trying to catch a snowflake
before plunging deep
to look at her each day I went,
saw her first when she paid me rent,
staring at her was time well spent,
……so near yet so far!
should have proposed that very day,
my dad said what I could not say,
she now loves me motherly way,
….. and yet here we are!
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It was my shelter from the rain
My favorite pup
That comforted me on sad days
Now I am taking my puppy for a walk
Some people like it
Some do not
All of a sudden I have thoughts
For my puppy
What if it is barking all the time
What if it is too loud
What if it is too brown
These thoughts weren't there
When I was writing on my own
I want my puppy back.
a giant puppy
lying on his back
on the recliner
pushing me with his feet
my usual Saturday night
we are both content
I will love you until you can feel, hear
And fully comprehend my intentions.
It's not puppy love. It's about dedications.
I love you with an incredible passion, dear.
I'm serious and dedicated to our relationship.
I'll stop loving you until the rooster stops singing.
Is this clear? I will never quit loving you, darling.
Hence, you shall remain the captain of my ship.
The roo, the cock will never stop singing coco-rico,
Therefore, I will never stop loving you dear coucou.
Love must always be a two-way street with a rainbow
Where each angel plays a lute, a flute or a bamboo.
Copyright © April 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Our puppy has been as wild as a starched mare
jumping and running, leaping over furniture
Licking the veterinarian in the face
wagging his ass and fluffy tail in the mouth of his assistant
He gets nutsy-Krutsy when we have company
Our last name is Krutsinger, so we can use nutsy-Krutsy
We understand what it means better than most
my puppy dog’s nose is sniffing violently today
twitching back and forth in a curious way
is he on the scent of a burglar, I wonder
a few minutes later I hear really loud thunder
Puppy Dog?
Would Be The First
Thing I Said...
'Cause I Heard:
"It's All Been An
Illusion/Delusion,
Puppy Dog!"
-Gray Squirrel
09-08-2025
Two years ago, I went into debt to try to save you.
But you passed away anyway, it's sad and it's true.
I paid thirteen hundred dollars with my credit card.
When it came to facing your death, it sure was hard.
When it came to saving your life, I certainly tried.
But sadly, on the seventeenth of August, you died.
It doesn't bother me because I went into debt.
What does bother me is that I lost a great pet.
You were only six years old and you had no future ahead.
I said goodbye two years ago today when I found you dead.
[Dedicated to Puppy (2017 - 2023) who passed away two years ago today on August 17, 2023]
I saw a streak of living flame,
with no regard for rule or name;
It tumbled through the morning grass,
as if the sun had come to pass.
Its paws struck earth in tiny drums,
like thunder where the daylight hums;
The wind bent low to kiss its ear,
the sky leaned down to watch it near.
It charged at leaves, then spun away,
a knight without a war to play;
Its tail a banner, bright and free,
declaring joy for all to see.
And when it stopped, and caught my gaze,
all breath was gone, all time erased;
No crown, no sword, no sky above
just two small eyes, and endless love.
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