old ugly female
woofs in days and nights alone
so vile ugly sounds
Categories:
woofs, poets,
Form: Haiku
Pitter patters foisted wetness on the roofs,
A cat meows noisily to the rain spoofs,
her sweet noise rhythmed the dog's delicious woofs,
The treasure they sang into ears is the proof,
They both hopped like a radiant horse on hoof.
Mice run around to show they enjoyed their shows,
one, bold enough, even danced on my toes.
Their song was enriched by some noisy frogs' croaks,
that pierced the beats proving it not a hoax.
Some cocks occasionally chorused with crows.
Raindrops beat drums to make the ears more pleasing,
Thunders deafened the flow with their fast sneezing.
That made me to hum sweetness to their nice sound,
Now on my feet, my joy danced round and round,
Just then, the mice joined with their sweet soft wheezing,
Suddenly, the sky then stopped its pretty cries,
Maybe, the song that stopped the rain was by spies.
Sadness chased happiness far into the dark,
All was silent except the dog's angry barks,
Not even the stars could twinkle in the skies.
Categories:
woofs, cat, dance, dog, rain,
Form: Rhyme
Gaga Karkaba
woofs every night for long time
old ugly she dog
Categories:
woofs, animal, dog,
Form: Senryu
brakka-brakka-brak
Captain America is holding them back!
With a zap, wap, whapp and zappp
He's trying his best not to snap
His shield will clang, kapanng and taaanng
while his body boangs, kapanngs and bwangs
Watch out for the sleeper who walks with a thoom
he'll get Cap with a boom, thwoom and bar-ooom
But our man can outlast the thuds, woofs and crunches
he'll wham them and give them whummpes
Categories:
woofs, appreciation,
Form: Couplet
Paws on the Avenue
Every afternoon ‘bout half past four
Paddy and I go out the door
No straying from our daily ritual.
Paws on Fido Avenue
Happy tails of sloppy kisses unmuzzled
Parade of canines – every kind “bone-i-fied.”
A purebred mutt strut cavalcade
Fashion parade of single coats
Long hairs march in pants
Yaps and barks and woofs
Howling hounds the moon
Canine panoply unleashed
Treats at every yard
Toys at every door
Red hydrants for pee-mail.
Delight rolls over
For belly rubs and tummy scratches
A loving pat upon the head.
No stray warm beds on winter nights
No puppies sleeping in the rain
No litter left abandoned scattered by the winds!
This march of conformation
Moves by happy gaits
Where even cats are welcomed in humane harmony.
Every afternoon ‘bout half past four
Paddy and I go out the door
For this our fantasy walk on Fido Avenue.
9-18-21
Contest: Avenue
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Categories:
woofs, animal, dog, dream,
Form: Free verse
Came a master chef
With best of Michelin stake
And boasted to make
Master class of soups
With numerous warps and woofs,
Fret and fuss to chaff…
When finished he had
After what seemed a long strive,
Daal was what he made.
Think now… with just five
Things, God churned out cosmic soup
In a master coup!
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Daal: It is a kind of lentil soup cooked daily in Indian kitchens.
Cosmic soup: This universe, the entire cosmos is supposed to have been made of just five fundamental elements: earth, water, air, fire and space.
Tongue-in-cheek |01.05.2021|
Categories:
woofs, humor, universe,
Form: Triolet
Where conifers gaily waltz tempos evergreen
Unspoiled by human deeds, pure, and pristine,
Eagles soar there, spanning freedom wings
And trees gently whisper to rhythmic bird trills
Echoing grey owls, blue jays, robins, crossbills,
Hopping, jumping, circling, frolicking in breeze
Reveling with hatchlings, feeding on berries
As sun rays filtering-in on wildflowers glow
Oscillating shadows in gusting, windy, woes
Amidst bears’ huffs, woofs, raging ugly growl
When raccoons coyly snarl at foxes’ feral-howl
Hiding from pitter-patter of tropical rainfall
In heavenly paradise as birdsongs toll daylong
Serenading the land where liberty is paramount
In forest of my dreams’ blossoming sanctuary~
A temple, a hideaway, a refuge, an ecosystem,
A reserve for humanity, a shrine for sanctity,
In equilibrium, edifying calmness and peace
Where elixir of sacred life flows in holy streams
Sustaining earth’s renewal in tranquil harmony.
April 17, 2021
Placed 3rd: In the forest of my dreams premium contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Placed 1st: All yours (Apr 24) contest
Categories:
woofs, environment, inspiration, rainforest,
Form: Verse
Humpenscrumy Bubblahoot ruttletoo
Gulping chomping vayvaycrootoo
Nostrils flaring bumpun fiddle trung
In the holtapolta garden flicker mung
Wags and woofs crimba tungee moss
Trabble fongslulu around wastry gross
Scratching terthy cangs of drigglyfrock
Zinging away buggly condrax chucrock
Trouble drouble lumps of quundoo drip
Chonky tinkhiss phantals gotsog flip
Naughty Hoodlecuttu blurglur changqa
Doodle goodle cups of hot pot fangqa
Weary treary shall I picksert quartee you
Or my nimbla golta rasdinga suits two
Gobberwarts of gargle entralunk hunfdy
Bhronking daddan goodbye fat wunfsy!
*Written by a really sad emotional Vogon dog owner when his Bubblahoot vayvaycrootooed.*
May 23, 2020
Vogon Poetry (really bad poetry) Quoopisk Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Team PoetrySoup
Categories:
woofs, crazy,
Form: Vogon Poetry
Woof, woof!!! What a fantastic new day!
First day of the rest of our lives, life's ballet
Happy as poop
Still in the loop
Ignore the woofs, I'm really human some say
Categories:
woofs, appreciation,
Form: Limerick
The nucleus of a pin cushion is akin to the internal mechanisms of a sausage. A big massive drama but don't tell Dalai Lamar and the turtle doves will sing and swing in the breeze. A damsel in distress is a fruit pie filling times ten. Or perhaps twenty? But never pickle a grape drop from a left handed swing. Butter melt circumference could stand over a crevasse and stand tall in any glowering wind. But a flowery jacket that tangoes with a nice tiara is a gatepost of which there omits a smell of strawberry flow. Flee frames who arrive in hallways. And chatter no more than five minutes with a towel. Heard hedgerows having heated heaters. Implacable inner impala. And a sixty foot dog woofing to a tree. The tree woofs back for woofs are woods and woods are woofing. Great.fantastic. Circular c I a in a cake clapping. And an itemised phone bill is a book beyond a bongo. Bing bong butt. And a moronic mutton motor going broom broom brum. Fishcakes can be dangerous so put hazard lights on. Merely a fable. A saucepan. And a dish. Meeting. Meringues moving. Hahahaha tea towel trowel. Haha haha xxxxxxx restitutional p y q q yp. Xxxxx horizontally z
Categories:
woofs, allah, analogy,
Form: I do not know?
Mc Kit, im a cat i compose my songs
a dog's gonna to bark, a dog is a dog
i go to an extent come see how long
dog sits on a chain, cats are free to walk
no reason to chase me, im high up in a tree
barking won't help, you wake a Lion in me
if it happens that you, slip off your leash
you take that chance, run away if you wish
if they catch you again and tie to a chain
they do it that way, so you can't run away
you can guard their money be my guest
real treasure though is what's in my chest
doesn't take any heart to diss a cat, fella
i fight for my freedom do this a capella
we live in a junge it's true what they say
it's a struggle for me every night and day
dog chase a cat it's hungy for food
bad dog doesn't see i am more like a wolf
figure out for yourself if you're evil or good
i gave you a recepie hope its understood
what else do you need how much more proof
i am a Whale in a sea, a cat on your roof
hold on to knowledge while my sub woofs
still all i hear in the background is woof...woof
https://soundcloud.com/mc-kit-2/mc-kit-the-struggle-cats-and-dogs
Categories:
woofs, cat, dog, music,
Form: Rhyme
Our first trip down the valley
without the old dog. We’ll stay at Motel 6,
our home away from home, a place
that welcomes pets.
Remember the time, on a different schedule,
we stopped here mid-afternoon
to let the dog run among tumbleweeds and wind,
safe from traffic on the motel-side
of a chainlink fence.
The old dog did his business,
then took off at a ragged trot for “his”
motel room: small rented space
full of the scents of strangers
and maybe a hint of our own scent, left over
from the last trip. His scent, too;
a bit of his brief life spent.
We called and called, our voices
almost lost to an old dog
ready to lie down.
Tonight we’ll stay at Motel 6.
We’ll listen to traffic on the other side
of chainlink fence, and a wind
that’s full of scents
and woofs and voices.
Categories:
woofs, loss, pets, places, old,
Form: Free verse