"doggies" poems
Hailstorms with big winds, trees writhing in breezes
Coyotes howling in moonlight, dogs when they sneezes
Alloys and carved toys, stone gargoyles with wings
These are a few of my favorite things.
Skunk smells carried gently on nocturnal breezes
Sly double entendres and tickley teases
Beautiful salmon colored sunsets that make my jaw drop
Smell of pine 'n cedar in my sauna and wood shop!
Dolphins and doggies and toddlers and mooses
Saunas and cold plunges and honking V-flying gooses
Small mutts and storytellers and Pixar cartoons
Crazy call of the Maine dark of night loons
These are some of my nurturing tunes!
Volcanoes with lava and magma all oozing
Cross country skiing just gliding and cruising
Receiving massages unwinding and unbruising
I love my collections of adhesives and strings
These are a few of my favorite things!
So when the wasps sting
When the bored people whine
Wen I'm feeling dispirited and sad
I just think of a few of my favorite things
And I don't feel…so…bad!
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
Come on doggies we can play
The Giver is gone now we have our say
Do what we want without a trick
(You are green but so unclean)
Come on doggies we can play
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Come on doggies we can play
The Giver is gone now we have our say
Do what we want without a trick
(You are green but so unclean)
Come on doggies we can play
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Sit back smoke me free (Freedom! Freedom!)
Fire the drums straight to my lungs
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
Sloane swallows.
***** is ****
I execrate extraterrestrial.
We are all kaput to conk out.
Pollyanna is singular hanky—panky.
Little green men are unpatriotic, perverted and naughty.
I verily don’t grease a *****
Oojakapivvycum.
If you are amphibious that means you are an effervescent ventriloquist capable of
Cannibalism, cannibalism and cannibalism.
The fluid inside the android is so gothic and naff
It is knock—kneed in the face of flashing **********
I do not feel that I am on the shoulders of cobber doggies.
I am protoplastically lassoed abutting penetrating vampire and pervert
That penetrate ***** creature.
I have pricked little green men myself and taken pleasure in it.
It is only with the help of bad hair days of groupies that I have not been in Sing Sing.
We are all sadomasochistically decomposing in a heap of our own meconium.
I bore stiff to outstrip yours truly as much as I have room to swing a cat from Ku Klux ****
But I am as complicit in the android’s ****** abuse as it were android ***
Little green men ***** me as I ***** myself.
I ***** bug—eyed men’s ******* types as I have perpetually vomited Molotov cocktail.
I smell little green men’s filth televised on their ******* types.
I feel like I am inside a crust of cancers who delight in smelling others bonk upstairs,
Ad hominen id. Ex post facto,
I am too much of a dastard to throw cold water on myself.
I coagulate gungily to my menstrual gibbering ******
Castrating anti—Semite to flash me abutting crème de la crème.
Strenuously, my ***** gluts under one’s nose because that is all there is.
Mar 21, 2010
Mar 21, 2010 at 6:27 PM UTC
Hello little maggots in my doggy's poo
What exactly is it in there that you do?
You're living and you're thriving on my doggies waste
Wonder what it is exactly that you taste?
The taste to you must be good
Living there like maggots should
How is it though you stand the smell?
It is sickening, or can't you tell?
Is it warm inside your home?
Or is it cold, but you can't roam?
There it's moist and food is found.
So why crawl about on the ground?
All your needs are found therein.
A natural home from my best friend.
Squirming and munching in the sun.
There's plenty there for everyone!
You better hurry though, because soon.
Your home will dry up like a prune.
Turning a shade of greyish white
All of the moisture vanished from sight.
Before then, though, you'll grow wings
And buzz about and laugh and sing.
You will search with not far to roam
To find your children a brand new home.
A freshly manufactured double wide
Nice and fresh. Step inside!
A perfect place to lay your eggs,
To hatch and grow little wings and legs.
They'll eat their fill and that's for sure.
There's plenty here and my dog makes more.
But beware of when I mow the lawn,
Your little white bodies in half will be sawn.
And your poopy home, it will be splatterd
And across my yard you will be scattered.
But I can help with a better plan
I'll scoop you up and throw you in a can.
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 6:35 PM UTC
Well, gentlemen, it all came together in the end there as
you will see when you study the game film later on. You
will notice that we controlled the line of scrimmage during
the entire second half, which is what turned the whole thing
around after falling behind. The way that we mixed it up on
offense, there was no telling where we were going to attack
from. That is what we have struggled with all year long. We
have been inconsistent, to say the least. But I’m sure that you
would all agree that we are starting to jell at just the right time.
Now, after a rough start to the season, it’s on to the playoffs.
Now is when we really need to focus, or it will be “one-and-out”
time. I can guarantee you one thing and one thing only. This
club has yet to reach its full potential. If we can just bang on all
four cylinders from here on out, then we might make a pretty
****** good run at this puppy. Frankly, I’m looking forward to
the challenge; I know that our guys are. They’ve worked their
butts off all year long. Forget about the record. I’ve never been
a real big fan of statistics. There are other factors involved at this
point in the season. It’s been a pleasure, folks. It’s been a long
time coming, and I am sure that this will not be our last rodeo.
Or is it last song and dance? Well, you know. We’ve got more
bulls to ride, and this is going to be like the Calgary Stampede
now. It’s time to saddle up and to man up; that’s all. Giddy up.
Punch them doggies and call in the cavalry. We have arrived!
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
The howling dog does more than bey at moons
He heralds nightmares calling in the dark
It seems that shadows heighten canine fears
For silence only takes control at noon
Sleep deprived, the sun is way too happy
Slumber awaits beyond the bedroom door
With closing eyes, the dreams begin their show
Flowers dancing, and cherubs watch from clouds
Gnawing, gnashing, gruesome scenes awaken
Barking howling doggies never sleeping
Closing eyes flash red in remembrance
A blind date's couch can offer a reprieve
In return there are no expectations
After lunch no future plans are made
Left longing for peaceful slumber at home
Trade with darkness, looking rather cozy
The Devil's beasts have conquered one more soul
May 27, 2010
May 27, 2010 at 9:26 PM UTC
Oft do thoughts trickle through my idle mind.
These plays by the soul is what for it's designed.
Or so thought I. Entertaining the figments
Entertaining, remembering, my soul forments.
Stories I wish never were or at least never
Was ever a part of. But they're mine to keep forever.
Never cherished the light as I did the dark.
When puppies slept and the doggies would bark.
A mouse through the thickets, while she'd move,
Got swooped at once. Death from above.
It was an owl. It didn't hoot. It just killed a mother
But this was for her owlets so ... Necessary ******
The paradoxes that seem weirdly against what's moral.
Like the tale of the spider in the ******
I digress far, and the night is passing fast.
Pains of the future, which comes but never lasts.
Sprites from the past which stay and never die.
The long night puts many to sleep but keeps open my eyes.
As my thoughts dwell, the tears swell within my lids.
Intrepid imaginations assault my heart. Courage what it needs.
I think why it is that we hurt and we feel.
The scars asking me, do we ever heal?
Can't help the noise or the silence or the madness.
The grieving soul isn't oblivious of it's vastness.
The scars ask again. Did we ever feel?
The incomplete stories that my heartbeats seal.
Threatening to be revealed with every breath.
Too sharp to be left bare, like a sword in it's sheath.
The tales you sought for me to tell you.
Will only prove your fears come true.
Bones under putrid skin and open sores.
Maggots festering and oozing from the pores.
Dead ones in the open fields, vultures hovering.
Hyenas on the corpses, jeering, devouring.
Jackals eagerly waiting their turn. The aftermath of war.
Grey matter seeping through an eye the bird tore
Out. Dream of war, little soldier, and thus demystify
The mysteries of demise and my lullaby.
Nov 8, 2021
Nov 8, 2021 at 10:28 AM UTC
I remember when the circus first came to town,
The village people eagerly came to see from all around.
Every wild animal on wheels was caged in tow, followed by colorful clad characters on foot sure to give a spectacular show.
I remember when I first entered beneath the great big tent and caught the grand act of the peculiar pink elephant.
Get Your Peanuts, Popcorn, and Hot Dogs Here! The Concessionaire yells in a hearty cheer.
The taste of cotton candy, the sounds, smells and the sights,
Above me a man balances on a tight rope from a view of an incredible height.
For the kids, clowns twist and shaped balloons in all odd kind of forms,
And stuffed themselves in a tiny car with a toot, toot of a funny sounding horn.
The feathered ladies on horseback perform daring acrobatic stunts, as in place the horses prance and dance in a parade of extraordinary pomp.
All eyes are on the lion tamer in his tails and fancy top hat twirling a chair and cracking a whip at the growl of the big man eating cat.
Tigers jumped through flaming hoops, as human cannonballs towards the sky their bodies shoot.
Little doggies do flips for their treats as acrobats fly through the air performing death defying feats,
Or what could be more delightful to see than a bear riding a unicycle or perhaps even three?
Finally, comes the grand finale, then soon it is time to go home, the tents have been folded the rides have been loaded the performers and the animals have all gone.
On their parents strong shoulder kids are carried off in their sleep with sweet dreams of, fun rides and toy prizes, and candy apple treats.
Ferris wheels and merry go rounds, the bearded fat lady weighing a hundred pounds.
I remember a girl on a wire, the boy that spits fire a man with his head in the jaws of a tiger.
Reminiscing of the time when the circus first came to town
And the village people eagerly came to see from all around.
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 8:26 AM UTC
Timeless Poet
Who called me that?
Why make this line item,
A poem?
What means this timeless?
That
There is not enough
Time to elaborate all that I can conceive?
No, mundane, nothing more.
The POW poems arrive at all hours,
And we no longer care when and if you sleep,
For plain the answer, your internal clock, askew,
The answer already poetically enshrined,
Nevermore...
Did you deceive yourself,
As is your vanity customary,
That your scribblings
May last one day longer than your physical self?
Dddddelusionary, like confectionary,
God tasting for a few seconds,
Then it is just a song
Of get a long little doggies!^
Perhaps the phrase reversed,
The meaning peversed?
Poet Timeless.
Ah that's it!
Lay down your crafty pride, egotist,
On theTemple Altar,
It is already but a burnt sacrifice!
Before God, there will always be poets.
Yours the mantle to carry till you fall,
Then another man's children will lift up words
In combinations denied you.
They will take your scribblings,
Rearrange,
Just as you did, unawares,
There is nothing new under the sun,
Especially the illusion that there is
Something unborn yet to say.
Ah Poets,
Egotistical tools,
So easy to fool...
^ http://www.lyricsfreak.com/c/chris+ledoux/get+along+little+doggies_20209623.html
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
I've met so many people
In this one lifetime
Befriending faces and so many names
Often only for but brief, moments
A few will stick around for a while
Rarest are for a life time
All with qualities, short-comings
and vis-versa, but none closer to perfect
Devotion from one person to another
is a rare blessing to be had
But from mans' best friend it's a given
To a man that friend devotes all of his attention
Always ready and willing to lather on the affection
Happy with just the pat on his soft head, with it, he is in heaven
Will I ever know another soul like him?
One that will never purposely harm or mistreat me for no good reasons?
In my opinion that answer is a resounding NO
No, not man, not a woman, no human not ever
Because not a man alive could ever handle the heart of our dogs' burden
That of our best friends, of our k9 companions
Unselfish, and unquestioning devotion will never be a humans
No, our burden is simply the curse that we out live them
So that as they pass from where we know and love them,
Into the place that we can not simply look down and pat them
I pray that place has someone just as awesome waiting for them
Someone who makes them a world to live in and celebrates every second they share with them
Asking nothing back from them... And While we all just keep going on...
Heartbroken, but profoundly and fiercely proud to have ever known them.
We might hope and pray daily...
One day, when it's our day... Might just be when,
we look down and again
there we find that beloved friend... Right then,
and realize that heart has never forgotten...
Smiling at us... Tail wagging...
Because this time he knows we'll never separate from him.
As we both walk on as is destined.
When the hard work is done,...
Distractions of living are all gone...
Finally we can pay them their due attention.
And never be mean,.. nor take them again for granted...
Only believe in... nor be separated from them...
It'll be our time together in what surely must be heaven.
Dogs hearts will forever be the greatest love, this man will ever learn to miss so badly...
As I will. I will miss you so very badly Scrappy, and you too Toby. Good Doggies!... I'll only regret every day I must live with out them. Til my work too is finished boys... Till then enjoy your new friends.
your poppa...
Jack.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 6:11 PM UTC
narfffff say the kitties,
arffff say the doggies.
blah blah bah say the hummies,
but we Hippos care not to say a single word and eat!
We simply like to belch!
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC
CATTLE CALL: AN ESSAY: 11-02-08
When I lived in New Mexico, I had a horse that was boarded near a swine slaughter house. Pigs are a lot smarter than cattle, they fight what's coming.
CATTLE CALL
The searching, beseeched eyes do not want to comprehend what they see. They want to see what is not there. Nothing is rehearsed, nothing can be reversed. The entrance to the road to heaven is covered and caked with fresh and old blood. It doesn’t matter; it will all be washed away at the end of the day. The cattle on their way…
A flurry of civilized displays of authority betrays the carnage ahead. It is expressed in a familiar foreign tongue. Doom is heard in its cadence and has several meanings, one is relief, and another is surrender. A calm tempo begins among the men up on the ramps. Lips move, softly and firmly encouraging the forced movement into the unknown.
A lilting voice like a psalm is heard “Go on little doggies, go on. Go on little doggies go on…” The cattle need no prodding as they follow an unusually familiar path. Through mazes of fenced corridors going back and forth, a sense of calm spreads through the ranks. Just plodding forward, following and leading the others brings a peace to the heart.
The need to understand gently floats away, replaced by a sense of safety. Gone is the need to comprehend, replaced by a yearning to accept what makes no sense. There is meaning intended but it gives way and sinks under the thousand ideas flooding the limited space of consciousness. Yet, nothing penetrates that brings any value.
Then instinct takes hold and even the most complex mind finds trouble discerning the real from the lies, but doesn’t quit trying to form a sound reason for what is happening. The ones in charge feel no shame, they claim no blame, their motives are clean; their intentions are good. They are human and settle for what gets them by.
At the end of the day the slaughter is done two thousand head killed stripped and hung. Food for the masses, I can’t disagree. I still love beef, but it disagrees with me.
Aug 21, 2010
Aug 21, 2010 at 4:32 PM UTC
I heard the coyote cry
lonesome sound
& the fire crackle
imaginary harmonica,
telling lies about peace.
There is no law out here,
out here on the prairie,
moving doggies,
where men die
with red-eye whiskey
broken dreams.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
Alice Is In Wonderland
Alice got sick.
A dulling fur – a cancer here and there.
Don’t know how, don’t know why,
(We never know how, why we’ll die).
Bad and sad for doggies
And for those who hold them dear.
The vet urged she be put to sleep -
It had gone far.
It went in seconds. Not a peep
From Alice, just one beat, a bleep
And she was gone;
A little soul taken in hand
By doggy heaven land, a wondrous land.
Alice is in Wonderland.
Alice Is In Wonderland 3.24.2017
Birth, Death & In Between II; Love Relationships II;
Arlene Corwin
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 5:34 AM UTC
On the road outside
Of the fence
The Border Collie hears
The call of the
Doggies
On the inside
Enclosed behind
The wooden fence
The Alaskan malamute
The Drever, the Poodle
Bustle the edge of the barrier
Bark, bark, bark
A cacophony
Let us out
Let us come with you
Pledging to obey,
The Collie
On hind legs
Of a towering stature
Lifts a paw
Finds the latch
The gate creaks open
Uncorking in celebration
They run in gleeful circles
Hounds to escape artists
Unbound and free from tyranny
Of a heartless master
Marking their new territory
Of tree trunks
Sidewalks and fields
Have you ever seen
Such jubilation
Mirth and gaiety
Wagging their tails
Like helicopter blades
With gail force glee
They take off
Like upside down rain
Up, up, up
Every which way
Friends forever
Boundless canines
In search of the next
immured pooch who waits
For the musketeers
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC
##########;;;;;###########
Trollin' trollin' trollin'
Keep those doggies trollin'
Trollin' trollin' trollin'...
... The LIES!
If they are believin'
Then you can decieve 'em...
You'd better not receive 'em
... bye BYE!!!
SoulSurvivor
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 3:36 AM UTC
Savasana is a calm state
in the midst of quietness
all passes away always
like a forever in reverse
Its a state of a corpse
where body meets earth
shoulder kiss the ground
and breath rises above all
Its a reward to the motor
tendering and weeding
giving growth an embrace
It's a handshake I long for
after the crafting and trying
the twisted boats, aeroplanes
lizards, cobras and sphinx
a remedy from warrior stances
and the table tops and doggies
to the wonderful cats and cows
It's a gateway to Pratyahara
the very bridge that connects
the fibres of inside and outside
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
HOSPITAL IRREGULARITY
While I’m here, in hospital
I have lots of time to think
Trouble is I’m constipated
And only **** and stink b
They gave me this emulsion
Which I was told to drink
It made my stomach turn
Took my ******* to the brink
I rushed to make the toilet
That place where doggies drink
As I got there, it exploded
Even got some on my ****
My nurse came running over
She said, you rotten fink
Just before she gagged
And threw up in the sink
BOEMS BY JA 278
Written in hospital 2014
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
Energies released from my inner energies
Fill the once still and energyless atmosphere around me.
I relax and find the cause of the unstill waves.
Comforting them back to their happy and nutral sleep
I enjoy the other sweet energies I bring forth from within.
Chakras, auras ..they show us color, emotion,and empowerment in soul.
The fuels in which we use to bring forth the right balance is essential.
Using my scale of wisdom, the auras are identified and the Chakras then balanced.
Most find the view of such rituals "poppycock" or "scienceless" in proving they are factual existances in events.
However, me knowing and seeing them at work....I see the facts.
We all have energies.
Fear is always the blinding energy as when it comes to identify the sources of our posotive and negative energies or "Vibes."
I have been unblinded by fear for many years.
Seeing my colors of red,blue,white,green,and yellow are fun and necessary parts of my being.
As Human "Animals" we all label them as "primitave instincts," "blind use of energetic porposes," and
other such "unqiue visions into the realm of the human psuchic."
I see natural tides that this "moon" must pull into balance.
As I drift and enjoy the journey of astral plaines and being the "Cowboy" who lassles these "doggies" back to their "natural penned fences"
I take pride in the adventure of "reeling them back in."
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 4:25 AM UTC
Oil was struck on my land and 100 million is what I was paid.
My nephew has a great education, he graduated the 6th grade.
Granny makes her own whiskey, and she makes lye soap.
But if you're wondering if the neighbors are happy, nope.
Mrs. Drysdale doesn't like us, she constantly complains.
She says living next to us is going to drive her insane.
Elly May is my daughter, and she's awful fond of critters.
But now she has rabies because her raccoon bit her.
My sister Pearl insisted that I move here from the South.
Elly May won't drink water, and she's foaming at the mouth.
Jethro does some cyphering, he can count up to ten.
If you've met somebody smarter, I'd like to know when.
I love my mansion, especially the billy yard room.
If you get too close to Granny's still, you'll be knocked out by the fumes.
The people of Beverly Hills wants us to move away.
But they'd better get used to us, we're here to stay.
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
I'm just writing poems
And that's cool
On a hot day
I saw a dog drool
And so I offered him
A water dish
But he seemed more attracted
To the coy pond
That was filled with fish
And so he did lap
Water from the pond
I laid with him
Under the shade
Of A Chinese tree
Just look
Look at me and the doggy
But there is one more you see
There is me, plus my stuffed doggy
That means a total of three
A real dog, a stuffed dog and me
And look
I also am sipping green tea
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
2 little doggies won in the fair
Kept in the family many a year
Both cherished and adored
Of course so all could see
Yet one day they took a walk
Not by vain ones but by a crook
Rest assured crook had no fear
Simply smiling at your dispair
Looks like another trip to the fair
Such a facade clutching you near
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 9:28 AM UTC