Little Bit waddles and limps downstairs at the sound of my voice. Barks at the hyperactive English Springer with all the fervor of Boris, the Russian Wolfhound, of Disney’s Lady and the Tramp fame.
the scruffy old stud
with four legs close to the ground -
wisdom’s on his side
Categories:
wolfhound, animal,
Form: Haibun
She came riding in on a goat
Wearing pinwheel glasses
With three lenses
One for her third eye
Is it the LSD?
Or is she real?
I watched her march around
Calling out orders, barking like an inflamed wolfhound
She was all colorful, psychedelic
I found myself laughing
Wait!
The police!
What?
Categories:
wolfhound, drug,
Form: Free verse
I claimed ---and passionately---
that I'd never have a small dog,
much less one with "poo" in its name.
Not for me yappy Yorkies, shivering Chihuahuas,
shaky Shih Tzus, or terrible terriers.
Give me a wolfhound, a Dane, a mastiff,
a dog with paws like saucers,
a bark like thunder, and a tail like a whip,
(Christmas tree be damned!)
I prefer drooling retrievers, dignified shepherds.
hard-working setters, lumbering Bernards.
With this firmly in mind,
I went puppy shopping today.
Meet my Maltipoo.
Cujo.
(I haven't lost my mind completely.)
Categories:
wolfhound, animal, dog, humor,
Form: Prose Poetry
Putin beat his old wolfhound so bad
Just for looking tired or scared or sad!
So the pooch smashed his best vodkas,
ate his borscht, blinzas and latkas
Then howled: Cri-me-a-River Vlad!
Nostrovia!
translation: Let's get drunk!
Categories:
wolfhound, humor,
Form: Limerick
A spendthrift lady in New Orleans
clothed her wolfhound beyond her means
But he despised his top hats
and old-fashioned spats
Now he sports tie-died T-shirts and jeans
Categories:
wolfhound, humor,
Form: Limerick
A nocturnal wolfhound in Crater Lake
has his fun when no one’s awake
Every night he prowls
greeting raccoons and owls
Then sleeps until lunch with no break
Categories:
wolfhound, humor,
Form: Limerick
An Irish wolfhound from Londonderry
was sold to a rancher in Tucumcari
Yesterday: Knolls and lakes
Today: Cactus and snakes
His Celtic heart’s turned sad and contrary
Categories:
wolfhound, humor,
Form: Limerick
Beasty was a monstrous dog,
An Irish Wolfhound he.
If you saw him bounding towards you,
You'd likely turn and flee.
One day while he was walking 'bout,
He came upon a fight.
Some bigger boys were roughing up,
A small lad gripped with fright.
He recognized the little boy,
As his neighbor, Tyler Green.
A low growl formed in Beasty's throat,
How dare they treat Tyler mean.
Beasty charged into the fray,
His barking fierce and loud.
The bullies squealed and ran away,
Leaving the small boy cowed.
With gentle steps and wagging tail,
Beasty approached the frightened lad.
Then promptly gave his face a lick,
Causing Tyler to smile a tad.
Throwing his arms around the huge dog's neck,
And hugging with all his might,
Tyler thanked the beast for saving him,
And putting the bullies to flight.
Tyler and Beasty became great friends,
Though an odd looking couple they made.
A slight little boy and a monstrous dog,
It was fun watching them as they played.
6/20/13
For Seren's "Little Lad, Big Dog" contest
Categories:
wolfhound, child, dog,
Form: Quatrain
Beneath the translucent veil of placidity, emerged that sound
To all is pure evil forecasting the prelude of a prolonged agony
Of flashy tear drops falling from a man abandoning his captaincy
A voice gushing through blood to veins in a body utterly bound
With the zeal of a new couples tasting a love heartily profound
Never imagining their pampered sparkle would ever reach atrophy
A persisting whisper like the howls of a one thousand wolfhound
Driven by lust, the fervent fervour fatuously never faltered my heart
Desire has simply dyed my insidious sensation with colours agleam
With ease, the prey has fitly fallen into web not using a single dart
Night wiped the eyes of conscience, sanity swept in a sea of steam
For sweet sin never countenances evildoers to venerate the extreme
Bed saved its sheets for passers-by to err, the game began to start!
© Guru Jad 2013
Categories:
wolfhound, relationship, romance,
Form: Italian Sonnet
AS IT SNOWED
(poem ending with the fine print in a liquor ad)
As it snowed, I heard thunder
*the gods bowling snowballs to keep themselves warm.
Then the avalanche came.
*like lovers who run both hot and cold.
The gods buried themselves until their Russian wolfhounds arrived.
*I remember feeling good that gods had wolfhounds,
Russian or otherwise.
The wolfhounds fell in love with the snow.
*it surrounded them and hounded them, coolly.
It made a wolfhound cocktail topped with a cherry,
*which Smirnoff copyrighted for the common man.
"Drink responsibly"
First lines by Nola Perez
Second lines by Michael Perez
Posted for the Poet Destroyer
Categories:
wolfhound, funny,
Form: Burlesque
He was a beautiful Labrador
Crossed with God-knows-what.
The very first thing you noticed,
The one thing you couldn't help but spot
Was the point on the top of his head.
A very odd looking protrusion.
It made you take a second look
In case it was an illusion.
But it was real, that point, you see,
Protruding from the top of his head.
He was a very handsome boy,
Our loyal and lovable Ned.
He loved us unconditionally
From the very first time we met.
Protective and loving and always happy
(Except when he went to the vet).
Part Russian wolfhound we were told,
That's where he got his pointed head.
Extra room for his smart dog brain,
Our wonderful Lab cross ,Ned.
for Paula's "What's the Point" contest
Categories:
wolfhound, pets
Form: Rhyme
While in the light
The darkness cries
The wounded sparrow sings
The wolfhound yelps
In hell he’s bound
To hear a lifeless shriek
Joys all fade
And lightness dies
The world does cease to sing
Cold white snow
That falls so pure
Turns sickly red
Right in my hands
The world is dying
I hear the crying
It’s all so deafening
With shrieks and screams
The darkness gleams
I try and cover my ears
But the noises
Just never seem to peak
There’s nothing to do
Nothing to say
Life is slowly going to fade away
Encased in darkness
Light does scream
A painful, blood-curdling sound
My ear drums throb
It’s done its job
Humanity is cursed to hell
Categories:
wolfhound, angst, death, sad, world,
Form: Free verse