Short Dog Tired Poems

i have several feet

stinky feet
dry feet
sweaty feet
scaly feet
aching feet
flat feet
and barking dog-tired feet

it just does not seem right
that they are all attached
to the same toes...

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The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
The hound takes no notice and sleeps like a log

The quick dog jumps over the lazy brown fox
The tod is dog-tired—had a fight with the ox....

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Adorned in her Christmas Eve negligee, on a promise for her Christmassy treat
Dog-tired Mr Claus, his mojo stuck on pause, left Mrs C feeling incomplete

Written 18.12.2018

Premier  Contest Your Funniest Rhyming Couplet 
Sponsor L. MILTON HANKINS...

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Skinned knees and darned socks
Hand me down clothes the lot
Playtime under the sun
Backyard cricket when the day is done

No need to be the best
Just join in with the rest
Go to bed dog tired
60s Summer time as we desired.

© Paul Warren Poetry...

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I trot into the little house,
the one without a door.
Turn around twice to settle down,
and plop my nose on the floor.
My attention goes up to the night,
to search it with my eyes.
I hover by each distant light -
Swoop to the moon - a dog that flies....

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Adorned in her Christmas Eve negligee, on a promise for her Christmassy treat
Dog-tired Mr Claus, his mojo stuck on pause, leaving Mrs C feeling incomplete


18th December 2018
Competition: A Cute Christmas Couplet
Sponsor:  Andrea Dietrich
4th placement...

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The red double-decker, is not crowded,
A late night and I am riding home dog tired.
She's sitting two rows ahead of me,
but I can see her reflection in the window,
it's easy to see that she is as cute as hell
but of course, she's an Afghan
and well groomed....

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There's the dog
With his so worried eyes
Dog tired
Emitting a sleep lulling sigh 
Still concerned 
That's he's a good boy
Tucked in, beautiful, delicate paws
Face wrinkled 
Slight eyebrow raise 
As a seagull flies by
Lives don't need saving today
The room is safe and still
Rest on little boy
Just until...
Walkies....

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Walk dog 
In fog

Can't see
Bump tree

Fell down
Face frown

Sore head
Cut bled

Now lost
Bit cross 

In pain
Slow gain

Came rain 
More bane

Wet through
Cold blue

Mud slip
Pulled hip 

Found path
Mad laugh

Walk more
Still sore

Long roam
Got home

Deep sighed 
Dog-tired

Red wine
All mine

        05.11.20...

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If I could just Mustard up 
the energy
Then I might Ketchup
with what's expected of me

I'm Hot and Dog tired
with what life throws my way
There's a Chip on my shoulder
still to this day

In this group of Ants
running this way and that
Finding only the Crumbs
are all that is left

Drink it all in
always wanting for more
Life is no picnic
or so I am told...

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I pull a sledge in arctic snow,
The leader of the team, 
And rescue stranded people from
The mountain or ravine.

I help to capture criminals,
Or race upon a track,
I sniff out hidden drugs and bombs,
Go hunting with my pack.

I guide a person ‘cross the road,
And herd a flock of sheep -
I work so hard around the clock
(But only in my sleep…)

For Tanya’s Dog Gone Tales
16th June...

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A new washed morning air
combs my gray muzzle.
I was dog tired, but now
a warm sunlight
unwinds tendons and
taut nerves.

Sunday has its own natural prayers,
Shabbat heals wounds.
we had never thought to mend.

Elsewhere there is darkness and death,
yet in this one golden hour
I stand with all men of goodwill,

old men who know how to pray
on behalf of the hopeful young....

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For children’s maw a woman slept,
When not, wage and daily bun slept.

In hope that at late last he’d come,
Windows, leaving doors open, slept.

The night, shadowy more than shy,
On spreading her dark omen, slept.

‘I need none whoso in all world’, 
My pride, in death all undone, slept.

Dog-tired, enduring my burden,
Me all awake, my divan slept.
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Ghazal |05.12. 2023| sleep
Based on a Gujarati Ghazal by Mitra Rathod.
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(this poem is a bout falling asleep but there is no category for it)


Heavy lids; burning eyes,
no more chance of getting high.
Dreams both start but don't sound,
as carriage carts drag on cobble stones.

Your heart - slow baritone beats,
pulling you away to sleep.
And it suffers you,
for your loss of control.
It scares you too.
Still, down you must go.
Into the vast sea
of nascent mortality
of terminal vistas.
The hindmost journey
being quiescent aloft....

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