Rottweiler Poems | Examples

Dogs On Vacation

dogs on vacation filling up the beach with warm barks
dobermans, german shepherds, prissy poodles that cause sparks
husky and rottweiler are sharing a purple lounge chair in the sun
excited corgis begin a volley ball game; this is all kinds of fun!

bulldogs and blue heelers, tripping around in the moist sand.
perky dogs with fluffy tails that are wildly frenzied and fanned.
chihuahuas and yorkies and there is a beagle with a howl.
this would not be the place for a kitten or fowl.

let’s vacation on down to the Vermosa beach
and drink some cold water with slight taste of peach
here comes a striped surfboard and a jet ski too
unhappy mailmen fall from the sky, out of the blue

Bobo's Comeuppance

A Rottweiler  Shepard mix
longsuffering had proven to be
With the Doberman pup, a red one,
won on a gambling spree

Rocky the mix and BoBo
 coexisted for a time
As any two male dogs can manage
till BoBo reached his prime

Suddenly all manners
right out the door
Or respect for the one
The younger Used to adore


Who would allow him as pup
his tail to bite
Sleeping all day
Keep him up half the night

  On a road trip  in
 the trucks bed they lay
Appearing that all fine 
No emotions  on display

As Rocky got out first 
As is the Alphas right
BoBo shot with no warning
his testes  to savagely bite

Poor Rocky was loaded
to go to the vet
my mom left in charge
Of the  deranged pet


A heavily sedated dog returned
It's angry owner as well
As soon as the tailgate dropped
Rocky unleashed some karma Hell


Young BoBo was hit
So hard and so fast
He rolled for three or four feet,then Old Rocky
indelicately performed his amigos vasectomy neat


The challenge given and answered
Settled the rest of their days
respect that's earned we should not forget
Should machismo get in the way

A Dramatic Rottweiler

A rottweiler with a dramatic flair
is a thespian beyond compare
He roams through Poughkeepsie
as the resident gypsy
always laying his emotions bare

Brutus

Brutus, my slavering Rottweiler, growls
He knows he's tougher than pooches with tails
The long pointed studs on his black leather collar
Are matched by his canines which make poodles holler

The drooling saliva that trails from his jaws
As he lumbers about on his four massive paws
Is soaking the ground and his talon like claws
Encouraging folk to keep children indoors

Devil Dog, Satan’s mutt, hellhound and more
All labels my beast has been nick-named before
I feed him on red meat and shin bones of cattle 
It’s said he eats tigers but that’s tittle tattle 

The park is all ours because other folk run
But wait, there’s a kitten, now this could be fun
Brutus will rip him apart for a lark
And splatter its blood and guts over the park

Hey, kitty kitty, come over to me
Play with my dog, what good friends you could be
But kitten was clever, too clever for me
He hissed and now Brutus is stuck up a tree

Sweet and Sour

[Postscript: Ah, the vagaries of English. In England, your bum is your bottom... not the scruffy bloke who lives in your shed!]

I got up and Daddy said Good morning Sonny
Sit down for breakfast, we’ve got bread and honey
I asked him where honey comes from ’cause it’s yum
He told me it comes from a bumble bee’s bum

So I asked my teacher, she told me it’s true
It is pretty much like what your dad said to you
What bees eat at one end they quickly discover 
That sweet tasting honey comes out of the other 

Next morning to prove I’m a grown up lad
I got up first to make breakfast for Dad
I made bread and honey the best I was able
And then Dad came down and he sat at the table 

He took a big bite and his jaw dropped a little
Then he coughed it all out with a shower of spittle 
It’s okay I said if it tastes a bit funny
I thought for a change we’d have Rottweiler honey






[Footnote: In case I’ve just put everyone off their honey, I consider it my civic duty to point out that honey ISN’T bee poop........ It’s bee vomit. Enjoy your breakfast!]

Wisdom Spoke

foot in a blender
skin sliced thin, jagged
bicycle spokes spinning
how i learned to wear shoes

dad’s rottweiler-yelling
as mom assesses
claustrophobic on commode

dinner would get cold
cut into throat, nose, neck, spine*
red beets**

heel to toes ice cold
perched and prepared
by ER doc;
airtight in butcher wrap

dinner reheat —
words caught in my throat
tears freshen glass
i gulp

t’morrow’s door
slams on my son’s thumb
it hangs like a loose nail
hanging out on the commode
i scream
the children’s father assesses

my son’s sister slammed the door
...on the verge,
pindrop suspense

i warn my husband
not to blame
not to shame
i carry wisdom in my pocket
words to do no harm

carry the son, unhinged with tears
swaddle his sister with blanket

am i better than my parents?
i just have a leg up;
this time

my feet lead me, by example

10/28/2020

*reflexology reference
**embarassment

Lilly the Bugs

I have a friend Lilly, she's a dog
She jumps and plays when she jogs
She's a pit bull and sweet, she is quick on her feet
It sounds strange but she likes to eat frogs

She has the prettiest eyes of her breed
She's a great friend that's sure hard to beat
She's always got gas, and a whole lot of sass
I love her so much, yes indeed

She gives me kisses and hugs
Her playmate is a Rottweiler thug
She can outrun the beans, she's always first on the scene
Her full name is Lilly the Bugs

I'M Inferior To Flora

I'm from human
the best Fauna!

I hate black skin 
I love aristocratic white

I'm with my favorite rottweiler puppies
by the flowers garden
where I find 
beautiful flowers are liberal, 
lavishly spread the aroma for all 
without discrimination

Oh! I'm inferior to flora!



-January 22, 2020 Chattogram

Love At First

Love at first
That's how I felt
Like a rottweiler
Wagging its tail
And my crush
Disappeared in a flush
From that sec
I knew it was she
First time we met
A woman I'd wed someday

A Giant

A Giant

There is an unknown legend that comes
 from the great Black  Forest 
 of a creature fearsome and oh, so glorious.

Though his brain be small 
 and barely larger than a walnut
 his head and jaws are held in fear and awe.

Those huge brown eyes hold such a stare 
 and his teeth are sharp as nails
 with claws long and pointed reaching everywhere.

The body black and boldly trimmed in brown 
 short haired waistcoat thick yet soft 
 rapped snuggly at his belly round.

The form is slim and trim, the torso long and lank
 a streamlined tail waving in the sun
 satisfied when its task is done.

There he is, can you see him frown
 thrashing through the field
 everybody running as he comes into town.

His sound is loud and deafening, 
 it roars like echoed thunder
 as feet imprint the earth he plunders.

There he stands with renewed vigor and vim
 challenging every eye on him.

What's that you say, you're unafraid,

 He is but a tiny Dachshund?

Stand back my friends,  you doubting disbelievers,
 be fearful and leary, despite his size
 he is a giant,
 a Rottweiler in disguise.

Bite Me, Bite Me

Bitter words spew out of your well-polished poison pen
Insult me, go on belittle me with your vile vitriolic venom
Think you are better than me – hell no way!
Every word that spills from your pathetic pen sucks

My one poem to your river of rancid rubbish
Each to their own, but I will NEVER change my style

Bite me, go on bite me -  like a sweet juicy apple
I can bite back like a Rottweiler – taunt me enough and I will snap
Tart sour words full of malice I CAN pen perfectly
Except I keep my opinion and hostile words in my head

Me, I don’t pretend to be anything I am not
Every word you pen is pure malignant malice

A fiction write purely for contest.... or is it! You decide!


05~31~15
Contest: Bite Me – John Lawless

Sunshine

Her nickname "'sunshine" where she worked, 
She's always smiling, some confide.
She has a certain lilting perk 
Of hidden beauty deep inside. 

Her journey home was twenty miles 
Of mostly dark, forbidding streets, 
Of tenements and garbage piles 
And people none would seek to greet. 

In such a spot her tire blew out. 
She stopped beside a littered curb. 
Abandoned cars and distant shouts, 
Of breaking glass and cursing words. 

The twilight turned a sooty grey, 
As five approached, all wearing hoods. 
She kicked the tire and yelled "No way". 
They bared their heads, they understood. 

She had the gift to win a heart. 
The group joined in to change her flat. 
She tried to pay the five their part. 
They "high fived" hands and that was that. 

She lived alone, her little home.
Her driveway was a welcome sight.
A long weekend she earned and owned
To sleep or surf the net all night.

Her drapes inched down and met the window sill.
The hand with dirty fingernails grew still.

She made a hurried circle to the Vet.
They told her "Bud" had been a nervous chore.
She told of his uncanny sense of threat.
Her Rottweiler was first one through the door.

Maximus

I arrive at my job site 1-1 1/2 hours early 
every work day as a rule generally. 
I relax on a public bench with my container of coffee
while I psych myself to prepare for the day's hard work ahead of me. 
A magnificent Rottweiler was being walked as I sat there one morning..
My first thought when I saw him was "Endearingly Menacing."
The dog looked at me, I looked at him
and then all of a sudden, 
the dog came charging
at me directly and definitely.
I fought the natural instinct to flee.
That might trigger something in the dog predatory,
so I decided that a smile and open arms would be my greet
to this beautiful beast approaching rapidly, intimidatingly towards me.
He pounced on me with great force and weight
and began slobberingly, lovingly licking my entire face.
Since then every single one of my work days
involves Maximus and I carrying on this way.
He is the perfect start for all of my high pressured work days.
After playing with Maximus, all of my pre work anxieties fade away.
*
Special thanks to Elizabeth, Maximus's mommy
for allowing Maximus to hang with yours truly.
*
Maximus and I
To Be Continued?
*

On Kites

Consider me in the manifestation
Of Escaped Kite falls in love with Telephone Lines
And does't hesitate to feel the Rottweiler shock collar electrocutions
Before the thought:
"I am closer to Heaven then I was before"

The Color

Its the color of angry peoples' souls,
And also bottomless holes

Midnight skies and lots of dirty lies,
Its the color of madness
Dark, plain, and nothing but rage
Exploding from it's human cage.

You see this color when you shut your eyes
Maybe just for a minute or maybe its forever

Its the color of a Raven and the bottom of the ocean,
The color of a Rottweiler in fierce motion.

Its the color mourners usually wear,
No matter where you are this color will be there.

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