rolling down the road
two wet noses sniffing
catching air
My feet are toasty
Sun has warmed porch to biscuit baking hotness
I consider going in for my shoes
But pups are lying in front of the door sleeping
We three pups of Orient are….
Lounging in stockings, not so far.
Shield and mountain, paws and fountains,
Following yonder star….
Oh, oh….
Star of wonder, star of bite
Star of normal beauty, bright,
Westward leading, teeth receding…
Give us our bones, we want tonight.
** The Pupu and I Go Walking **
Under a slice of melon-orange moon,
We’re off to walk (the pups and I)…
Far along for long,
‘Til our energy has gone..
We totter over to the nearest lawn
And lie down there to sleep.
The grass is so cold, so wet with dew
We’ve gone off only for a walk, but died, too.
But, wait! Push away the urge to weep!
‘Tis not the intended ending that it seems…
St. Peter denied us entry, declaring.
“Your time is yet Long to come. So, Leave!
Resume your walking far and long…Back to dream
On a lawn — too cold, too wet, Earth-green.”
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(c)sally young eslinger 6/23/2023
Thanks be to God
We will share lunch with you the puppies offered, running in a bunch.
The mailman was offended. You dogs who chase me would eat my lunch?
What is it? Asked the skinniest mutt, she was more particular than others.
It is something on a plate! The boys yelled out, all together four brothers.
If I share my lunch, will you stop chasing me, please?
The mailman asked this with intent, that was ruined with a sneeze.
Sure! The pups said as he split his lunch and gave them half.
Food gone. Chase was on. Mailman’s wife rolled her eyes and laughed.
These two old pups are near and dear;
I’ve kept them both throughout the years.
Lyra’s brindle, still cheetah-fast;
Lemony’s best years, in the past.
The thought of losing brings a tear.
When daughter schooled quite far from here
and had them crated, it was clear
they could not last, were much harassed,
these two old pups,
so I kept Lyra for a year.
Then, there’s the time Lem’ disappeared;
she got away from us quite fast,
a week in snow, did somehow last,
and then like magic, reappeared!
These two old pups…
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Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Written on 04/15/2022
On the hill, a mother
is desperate to nurse babies
who have gone still and silent,
with milk they'll never take
She knows they are not sleeping
but cannot bear to leave them,
so licks their tiny faces,
that they might come awake
She thinks if she can warm them,
then Winter will not want them
and Spring will find them happy
and hale, and furred, and free
As sorrow overwhelms her,
she curls herself around them,
soon dreaming in the way of
all creatures such as she
of fish in rippling water,
of game and earth. Of watching
her mate at play in powder,
unmindful of the chill
And when the Winter claims her,
she's chasing stars with children,
reborn among the flowers
that bloom upon the hill
PUPS LAND ON MOON ~ Nursery Rhyme
Two little pups called Sam and Sue
Wanted adventure, to try something new,
Why don’t we go to the moon,
They had seen it in a cartoon
Lets go today,
But its so far away,
Jumped into their dad’s spaceship
Its moon or bust, what a trip.
They saw strange things floating outside,
All part of their ride
We are landing said Sam
Fasten your seat belt Sue, wham!
They stepped outside, first pups
To land on moon,
Reporters would write very soon.
Wow a space mobile,
Sam the man took the wheel,
They collected rocks and sand
To take back to Earth land,
Sue started crying, I’m scared,
I want my mummy she blared.
Back on the spaceship they climbed
So well timed,
They arrived with a bump
And a loud thump!
Their mummy and daddy gave them a hug,
And dad gave Sam’s ear a tug.
Don’t ever do that in a hurry
Again, you had us in such a flurry,
They were sorry and promised to be good,
And slept as two pups should,
Mum put on their night light,
Kissed them, and tucked them in tight!
Contest entry : Nursery Rhyme Contest
Sponsor; Eve Roper
Date: 2021/03/09
Whispery trickster
Hopping along between the rabbit holes
Ill intending wolf pups smitten
Tempting with poisonous treats
Eaten by pups longing for sweets
Rendering the young helpless
Along the riverbank shore
Beckoning to their naive soul
Bringing them to a place unknown
Intending to lead them to their doom
Taking control of the predators of their own
There’s trouble in the forest
Where the wolf pups play
In between the trees
Down in the holes with the predator’s prey
Brews mischief mixed with magic
Brewing for days
Vindictive little fluffs hiding in their holes
Biding their time while pups played over the knoles
Oblivious to the devious chatter
To the pups nothing seemed to matter
As they yelped and they played
None seemed dismayed
Thus mothers and elders never stopped to ponder
If any of these pups decided to wander
Neither here nor there
Never thought to be caught in a bunny snare
For the pups were brave
From watching the elders all day
Although the forest where they play
Could also be their grave
One little glance
The pup only had half a chance
Before giving chase
A deadly race
Against little white prey in haste
Of leading the pup to what could be waste
Passed the rabbit hole and down the knole
To a patch where the Phoenix eggs usually hatch
Lay mistress Belladonna calmly in the shade
Here is where the usual predator would be persuaded into prey
I wonder if in year's to come
Children will ask ?
Grandad
What was it like during the Coronaviris ?
What did you do during it ?
o puppies could read...
they'd see their master's... not friends
hypocrites
o puppies could read...
they'd have reasons to fear words
newspaper thunder
stroke... a loving pat
learn... read their body language
cowering... they've read yours
a dog... a life friend
broken hearts I've seen them mend
they read the moment
o pups could read
they do... smells... sights... sounds...
rustling newspaper
Squidgy... my pet dog
my friend... my brother... died...
still... he walks with me
Inspired by Maureen McGreavy https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_world_of_rolled_up_newspapers_1035210?title=a_world_of_rolled_up_newspapers&id=1035210 My deepest thanks Maureen!
Our dogs are our children
We spoil them so
The short little car rides
They really must go
The love that they give
Is sweet like a song
They ask us for nothing
So loyal and strong
One look at their eyes
Our hearts melt so fast
Brings joy to our lives
Makes living a blast
We’d do almost anything
For our loving pups
Like drive thru McDonalds
Those cold ice cream cups
We buy them the pig ears
That they love to eat
We’d spent our last dollar
For their favorite treat
If told we must pick
Between dog or the man
By now it is known
The dog is our plan
Akin they are not
But their looks so uncanny
We’d love you to meet
Cody, Jazmin and Annie
Pups
Playing
In the park
Cutely wrestling
Bark
© Copyright K.C.Leake
25th November 2015
All Rights Reserved
Litter sisters playing hard
Romping round our big front yard,
"I will catch you soon sister dear."
"No you won't i have no fear,
I'll swivel here, then dart around,
You'll be left lying on the ground,
You can't turn as fast as me,
Ha,ha,ha, i'm running free."
Little **** dipped her rump,
Exploding legs caused her to jump,
Bindi rolled with **** on top
And the game came to a grinding stop.
My doggies chase every day,
Until they're just too tired to play,
They come inside, rest their paws,
Get ready for the next doggy wars.
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