"chihuahuas" poems
Fluffy puppies all around
Hiding bones underground
Failing to not make any sound
Inside, outside sniffing the air
Of their surroundings they are aware
They don’t do it to give you a scare
They want to show you that they care
Chihuahuas, Chow Chows, corgis too
Enough breeds to fill a zoo
Too many breeds to name
I love them all the same
While every puppy is great
Mine was brought to me by fate
Not a moment too late
My puppy makes my heart full
Life with him is never dull
While my dog may drive me crazy
He is forever my baby
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 12:18 AM UTC
As grass grew taller,
The wild cats could stalk their prey;
But not chihuahuas.
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 3:44 AM UTC
The dog.
How I miss him,
the snuggle parties, when WE lived together.
Black Hole puppy eyes,
howling to share those skeletons,
If dogs could talk,
---huh.
Midnight velvet coat,
chard's of glass when brushed the wrong way.
Would loose this phone number...
but it's that dog...ya know?
The dog I miss,
grocery store trips,
welcome home kiss,
and good night pets.
The way, my daughter loved him too.
Proud to play mommy to your four legged son,
no smile greater, than her smile those days, caused by purpose and warmth.
The simple joy of a child giving a dog a treat.
The simple joy.
This feeling. Can't beat.
That dog ain't going to make it,
just like us.
Just the dog. I miss.
His ground shaking roar,
-he sure is the best guard dog, even if the size of a mouse-
mixed with laughter in the morning.
The way he almost made you look human, when he got sick and you'd cry.
At the next party, stories pour out of their round happy faces,
of their Chihuahuas, Pit-bulls, Dachshunds.
Staring into the Coriolis of my beer, lost like these months,
look up and say "I had a dog once.."
Jun 27, 2012
Jun 27, 2012 at 11:19 AM UTC
flossing jocks swing mighty
***** crow blowing triumphant
incumbents sent to extend the morality
vitality reality equals fallacies and tribulation
recreation station seething with malcontents grossly exaggerate
the aggregate to depreciate the innate greatness of iced milk and cherries
varying fairies trailing mankind grind to different beats
seated meat sacks lack tact and force ill-mannered children
to render hate venders with crayons
yawning chasms plastered with plasma and grass clippings
flipping chihuahuas slipping in to the dark
bouncing ta-ta’s, beer-soaked and tightly clad
refocus the mass passing by
flying low with bellies plastic filled
pelicans land softly on quiet mountain lakes to breed in peace
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
Our lives are pregnant with insignificance.
Things like--pecker gnats and Chihuahuas,
fake bronze menorahs, white t-shirts,
and plastic daffodils. Good Mental
health demands we balance life’s trivial
with significant concerns, such as--cost-free
drugs to feel less bad, dealing with suicidal
people who find homicide intriguing, predicting
a python’s hunger pangs and the why, of
Saturn’s four rings; the wise know the difference.
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 7:54 AM UTC
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.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 7:47 PM UTC
In the eyes of nature we are mere insect beneath her feet
Chihuahuas who think they are bigger than they really are
So because nature has a heart she laughs saying we are cute
Feeding us, nurturing us even giving us a place to call home
She was kind to us expecting us to be the same
But that wasn't the case
We became greedy
Taking away from her more than she could offer
Cutting her down and polluting her life span
Making her regret the day she ever met us
We picked at her causing her to cry
Then we would dance and laugh not giving a **** of what we just did
The pain and treachery we caused our mother
As she stands at distance drenched in her own blood
Rotting away in the deepest dept of her own soul
But still she is kind and still we are the same
Maybe one we'll understand
I just hope that day doesn't come too late
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
Their names are:
Katie, Bobo, Bear--
Max and Buddy,
Sushi and
Grafin Hegwig von Stubenrein*,
Hedy for short.
For 30 years, dachshunds, chihuahuas
and miniature schnauzers.
Chihuahuas are definitely
the undercover dogs,
but dachshunds will burrow too.
Hedy and Buddy at the foot
of the bed, cross- and lengthwise.
Bobo too, but anywise.
Sushi and Max like it
when we sleep on our sides--
preferring the crooks of the knees.
Katie was an armpit dog.
Dogs are mobile and in a pinch
do double duty as a heating pad--
but a cold nose on bare skin
is welcome in the heat of the summer.
Night or nap, the company is welcome--
Did we rescue them or did they rescue us?
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 7:32 PM UTC
When you died, you died too soon.
You died one year ago this afternoon.
A vet tried to save you with a blood transfusion but you died anyway.
You died and my heart was broken one year ago today.
I bought you in 2017 and you were only six years old when you died.
If a person ever says that I didn't love you, that person will have lied.
Some Chihuahuas are hateful but you were not.
You were one of the best things I've ever bought.
I took you to two vets but your life still came to an end.
You weren't just a dog, you were also a wonderful friend.
I have something to say and it is 100 percent true.
You were a very special dog and I'll always love you.
Aug 17, 2024
Aug 17, 2024 at 7:43 AM UTC
Over thirty thousand years ago a pregnant she-wolf
And her mate lay hidden in the grass
Watching some of our human ancestors
Hunt with spears, bows and arrows.
They were very impressed
But more than that so hungry
That they followed those humans home
Hoping to steal some meat.
They were just about to ****** that food
When a humans appeared
All around them.
They were caught!
All they could do was look up with pleading eyes:
“Please don’t **** us! We just want food.”
Seeing one of them was heavily pregnant
Those humans presumed them starving
And threw them meat
Then let them go!
Hungry again, they went back for more
And the humans fed them
And even stroked them.
This was so much better
Than having to search for prey
So often without reward.
And as time passed they took to accompanying these humans
On their hunts
Then ferreting out some prey for them to shoot
Rounding animals up
And retrieving those shot down by arrows.
Soon the rest of their pack joined them
And the female wolf had her pups
Near the human camp
Where it was safe.
She taught her pups
To plead for food and care
With their eyes and whines.
Those wolves remained forever,
Generation after generation
Each litter getting cuter
And softer
And more loving
Towards mankind.
And so they evolved
Into a seemingly endless variety
Of “Dogs”.
From Rottweilers to tiny Poodles,
German Shepherds and Collies to Chihuahuas.
They became known as “Man’s Best Friend”,
Showing us unconditional Love
And loyalty:
A bond like no other.
Even evolving raised eyebrows
And deeply sad eyes
To attract our love and care.
Domesticating themselves
Yet begging the question
Who is really “the master”?
My money is on
Them.
Paul Butters
© PB 20\3\2021.
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 8:04 AM UTC
A sudden hole in my bag
And all my groceries fell out
Just look around
If you have any doubts
I hate when the items
Make a run for their lives
Must have been the sardines
With their pocket knives
They saw we were home
And before it was late
They sliced and they diced
On their paper bag prison break
Now their all hurrying and scurrying
In a mad dash for their lives
While the veggies went left
The meat products went right
With no time to delay
I went right, right away
Toss this dog a bone
And just see what I say
Never realized how fast
Bologna could roll
Or steak could gallop along
When out of control
But I grabbed them both
Without a minute to spare
As a pack of wild chihuahuas
Came from out of nowhere
Who proceeded to think
Of me as the meat
And made a melee
Below both my knees
When I made it back home
The veggies didn't get far
As they were still fighting
Over the keys to my car
The rhubarb had sights on the North
The avocado due South
As the artichoke thought
California no doubt
Luckily I got there
In the nick of time
And marched them inside
All in single file
Where I had them for dinner
From dips to dessert
Thinking back on the day
And how it could have been worse
Next time at the checkout
When paper or plastic is asked
I'll kindly speak up
And say...
do you have something in a wire mesh instead
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC
Go to hell you daisy-eyed Rue21 priestesses
Clamoring for significance in ***** dressing rooms
Ashy skinned in clumsy selfies, splayed out like convenience stores
There's dust on your shelves and all your candy is stale.
Go to bed you pajama-pantsed prima donnas
bleached blonde and child-weary, swiping plastic for apple juice
Can't you see I have to go to work?
Pick your ******* cigarettes already!
Go to church you ******* hypocrites
You incessant fat barking chihuahuas
If Karen at the office is so insufferable,
why don't you just leave?
Go **** yourselves you snide social statisticians
prancing around prize racehorses
You'll be glue on somebody /else's/ eyelashes when you're done.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC