"waggy" poems
Who
threw the silver dollar up into the tree?
I didn’t said the little
lady who sews and grows every day paler-paler she sits sewing and grow-
ing and that’s the truth,
who threw
the ripe melon into the tree?you
got me said the smoke who
runs the elevator but I bet two bits come seven come eleven mm make
the world safe for democracy it never fails and that’s a fact;
who threw the
bunch of violets
into the tree?I dunno said the silver dog, with ripe
eyes and wagged his tail that’s the god’s own
and the moon kissed the little lady on her paler-paler face and said
never mind,you’ll find
But the moon creeped into the pink hand of the
smoke that shook the ivories
and she said said She Win and you won’t be
sorry And The Moon camelalong-along to the waggy silver dog
and the moon came
and the Moon said into his Ripe Eyes
and the moon
Smiled
,so
19.3k
A lick and nuzzle and nose rub
Backs stroked and sides brushed
Against sides
Quiet whimpers and kicks
Little paws batting away evil dream-things
Scrabbling against bed and pups and people
Round plump bellies and floppy ears
Silky fur and short waggy tails
Reassuring nudges and gentle proddings
Blanket shoved to one side
Pile of fuzzy sweetness in the middle
All tiny wriggling pups
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 9:01 PM UTC
We have a lot of love to give
But have to spread it thin
For just as one is turned around
It seems two more come in
If they stay here for too long
We see their hope begin to fail
Curled up in the corner
Eyes downcast, no waggy tail
Many tears have fallen down
For those who come to us alone
But you can turn a life around
By giving one a home
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 8:54 AM UTC
Adorable, black furry divine
With soft coat, shining so fine
Barely two and half months old
Brought it home on wintry cold.
His eyes beholding, sparkling,
He in our arms cosily cuddling,
His drowsy yawns enthralling
His movements, cries marveling.
Five months puppy soon
Heaven sent, a real boon
Friendly, graceful and playful
Muscular and very powerful.
Mood enhancer, happiness bringer
Our canine aptly named Winner
Furry pawed, with a furry exterior
Beneath, an utterly amazing interior.
Well bred, well trained, a looker
Loyal, gentle, handsome Winner
Symbol of trust and patience
Furry friend known for jubilance.
Winner's choice, my little boy
Forever running, jumping, to enjoy
Both definitely each other's toy
And undoubtedly each other's joy.
Nose driven, very nice napper
Waggy tailed, insect inspector
Nimble footed, munchy muncher
Winner, entertainer and energizer,
Hanging ears, so sensitive
Eyes expressive, so active
Our hunting, sporting companion
Our sniffing, rescuing champion.
His soulful eyes, full of affection.
But soon came his health deception
Suffering dreadful tumor, infection
All endeavours for his protection.
He spoke but with passion
To who knew, how to listen
Our canine, God of fun-frolic
Suddenly silently melancholic.
Our firmest friend very sweet
Winner, a heartbeat at our feet.
His arrival, profound happiness
His passing away, sheer sadness.
Winner's oblivion, few decades old
His special memories, we still hold
He orbits in an unknown universe
In his memory, these lines of verse.
@Preeti Pathak
Jul 15, 2023
Jul 15, 2023 at 1:12 PM UTC
There was once a spot,
some would say he was charcoal
others would say it's got to be coal.
then you would have the, no its dark grey.
But we'll let you decide that for now.
The spot was on the page all alone,
he filled up quite a portion of the page.
But it's not fun being alone, so he thought
instead of a spot ill become many dots.
So slowly what was one became two, three
smaller and smaller did spot become.
After quite a time, the spot was no more but
dots sprinkled over the page, they all looked
at each other the many but still alone.
So they decided to connect slowly the large dots
shrank as they lined from one to 100.
It took a while but now they were connected.
still their individual selves but now not alone.
But the funny thing is, that when we connect
things, we see more than before.
They didn't realize that from a spot to a dot
then united. They Painted a picture, you
may ask of what could a giant spot becomes.
Well ill tell you, it had a waggy tail, four legs,
and one of the cutest barks. He ran around
the page, some dots shock loose.
landing in the middle spread out but
close enough not to be alone.
They wondered for a while what they were till
they went "Woof, Oh my gosh were a dog,
a puppy to be exact. And with that they came
up with a name, they did a vote that was only fair.
All wanted one, but you have one always
wanting something esle.
Well the vote was in the many had thought and
pondered, now they knew who they were going to be.
Drum roll please....
Rat-a-tat rat-a-tat ratta-tatta-tat-tat.
And there name was to be Spot the dog,
except the one on our ear.
He shall be known as bob.
After he had a zoomy, scuffing the edges of the
page, he settled down, ok after he'd chased his
tail just this once more.
So the story goes from one to the many,
to be more than they'd ever wished before.
We have Spot the dog and Bob the spot.
And if your careful and don't make a sound.
You can peek through the door and see spot
running around the page, chasing his tail
and barking in the excitement that he's now more.
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 7:07 AM UTC
I look for love in the strangest of places,
In broken bubbles and innocent traces,
In wet noses and waggy tails,
In solo talks and worn out phrases.
I look for love in the strangest of places,
In playful hearts with the highest of aces,
In hypnotic eyes and crafty stares,
In distant voices and starry spaces.
I look for love in the strangest of places,
In dreamy visions and foreign faces,
In numb cheeks and dry lips,
In cold hands and reckless embraces.
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 6:04 AM UTC