Jasper my best canine friend,
I have a message to send,
Ears so big, fluffy and free,
Always put a smile on me,
Oval sandy rock eyes stare,
Fur as dark as a black bear,
Coat so shiny lions mane,
Spirit animal large chain,
Mischevious wagging tail,
Someone outside bark and wail,
Muddy prints from paws alike,
Not an aspect I dislike.

Poem about my big fluffy dog I love
Randy Johnson Mar 17

I have a puppy who loves to run and jump.
I have a Chihuahua that is named Trump.
He was born on the 14th of January and he's special indeed.
I now have two Applehead Chihuahuas, that is their breed.
Trump is some feisty and he's as cute as he can be.
He is my new pet and he means a great deal to me.
It's nice to have two dogs that are purebred.
I love both of my Chihuahuas who are Appleheads.

Dhaara T Feb 4

Lara woke up with renewed zest
As she did every day
Concluding morning things
As she did every day
She waited by the window
As she did these past few days
Mark didn't return by noon
So she waited another entire day
The sun had visited and long gone
Darkness soon came to stay
Tired eyes filled with dried tears
Lara wondered why Mark went away
But soon, came Morpheus to divert her attention
Into sweet reveries of Mark, of happier days
Lost into temporal reality
As dusk progressed towards dawn
Found herself waking into Mark's sweet arms
the zest in her was reborn

PSR Nov 2016

Always faithful,
Always giving.
This treasure with a
Canine heart

Breeze-Mist Aug 2016

In today's complex world
Full of questions and hazards
Where some voices go unheard
And people have conflicting standards
Sometimes I wish
That for a little time
I could be less human-ish
And more canine

I could run like crazy
And bark like a dog
And after hours of playing
I'd skeep like a log

I could jump and yip
As a clever little fox
With agility and wit
I could skip over rocks

I could join the chase
As a strong hunting wolf
In an open, starry space
I could just howl and woof

Somedays I'd like
To be of genus Canis
For I'd enjoy being doglike
When humanity gets on my wits

Vyscern Jul 2016

Yeah I get it Woody
You fucking show off
You're a fucking archaeologist
Go dig up a new thing to impress me

So I see you love dogs?
What's a fucking wolf, moron?
"Uh I don't know isn't it a canine"
So too is a wolf
You love us?
Come get some

Your poetry is well known it seems... Is your asshole attitude well known too?
Epi Arias Jun 2016

The rooms never touch the sun of this house, And that’s a fine proclamation
As you wait for her with bated breath
By the elongated nose of the kitchen window.

You are humming steam along its transparency
While the naked web of your body
Scribbles that woman’s name
In strangely composed and idiomatic condensation.

Yesterday was longer than today.
You know this because your dog knows this.
And he also waits, but with elegant anticipation
By the window as he sniffs at the contorting sky lines
That run wildly across a spectrum of vanillas and blues.
(Vanillas and blues. Is that a song?)

Yet for all those shapes, colors, and undue eloquence,
It all seems so damn unnatural. Doesn’t it?
To wait, that is.
Doesn’t it seem mighty unnatural?

Here we are: humanity advancing to such a degree of refinement,
of relative diplomacy and cures and gas lights and jets and diodes,
where waiting is now a luxury,
A pointed star spinning, roulette-like Upon some oak or particle board table, Time, almost yawning at you,
While you sigh deeper than a well can go for a counterpart you should
be well without, biologically speaking.
Your human consciousness advanced to a point of sentimental distillation,
some smoky spirit drunk on itself
in stark contradistinction to
the primal reflex of
laying in wait,
the pouncing on the unsuspecting,
the feasting, the sustenance,
the action of blood, bone, and fear.

No. Now you and your pup
Wait by the window,
Domesticated into feeling items and complexes
Your canine teeth retracting ever more into your gums,
Your wild constitution disappearing into evolution’s wake
The hairs on your back becoming less alert by the day

Thumbing for the 11th time at Facebook statuses
And playing with squeaky turtle dolls –the dog, not you.
Your instincts either waning or transmuting into something you have yet to understand.

And all because you miss the wild chemistry of her scent,
The violence of her mouth
The expectant shift of her mercurial nature
The almost desperate cling of her wine-black hair.

You recognize this shift in humanity
As represented by you in this scenario,
But your watch is too tight against your wrist
To adequately hold your attention.

She may come back with the sun or
With that collapsing energy of void itself,
But you wait as if that woman has just left,
As if her footprints could actually be seen in the driveway. You both wait until the steam of both your breaths
cloud the kitchen window.

Randy Johnson May 2016

I've got a new dog and she's as pretty as she can be.
She has light brown fur and her name is Marie.
She is a very sweet dog and I'm glad that she's so tame.
She is special, that's why I gave her my mom's middle name.

She is mixed, she's part pit bull and part hound.
She is beautiful and I'm glad to have her around.
I love my new dog and she loves me.
I am very lucky to own Marie.

K Balachandran Feb 2016

Never did I think
the little prankster pup
newly entered  in my life,
could express so quick
in a tongue not his;
ebulliently thankful,
he runs towards me
and yells  "PA PA"
every time I get near.

Randy Johnson Dec 2015

Agnes is an Applehead Chihuahua, that's her breed.
She is my canine who I show affection to and feed.
I recently learned that she's four years old, I thought she was a little older.
From time to time Agnes becomes hateful and I have to scold her.
But she's a beautiful dog who I think the world of.
For the rest of her life, she's an animal who I'll love.

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