"walkies" poems
1.
there once was a poem
who climbed into a paper boat
and sailed on to the moon
not a moment too soon
for they came to lock the sun away!
2.
best not mount this whippy one
rock-a-billy wild carriage
ride me to the city's end
don't drive me round the bend
we can always try a bold bovary-move!
3.
look into the fire and sing a song
about the lonely, tarrying sea
oh sailor, make it sweet
then I'll put it up on tweet
and nary mind; make your children's lullaby.
4.
I gives ya posies bright and gay
come sit by me...closer, dear
she smells, then sneezes
oh, he didn't know how to please her
her floral allergies packed him off for good.
5.
there was a lazy man from Shadder
who said 'twas too cold to empty his bladder
so, he sent it a-walkies
off alone to the loo
well, it just drove his wife madder!
S T, 30 June 2013
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC
You'll never have known a love so true
than the love of a dog when he loves you
The wag of his tail that wags just for you regardless if your happy or blue
He'll greet you every morning and stick to you like glue
He'll follow you around as though you are brand new
He'll never tire or get bored of his lot
For in his mind he's hit the jackpot
Cuddles on the sofa or walkies in the park
Curled up by the fire after a scrub in the bath
He doesn't care for material gain
He'll forgive you quick and he'll ease your pain
He'll look at you with love
best mates you'll forever remain
If he sleeps on his back with his legs sprawled in the air
You know he feels safe and loves his place
He doesn't feel vulnerable or insecure with you
He knows you're always there picking up his poo
He may be cheeky and he may be rude
But when it comes to the important stuff he's the coolest dude
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 1:33 AM UTC
You are my best friend.
Loving, loyal and true.
Loving unconditionally,
I appreciate all that is you.
Sometimes you drive me mad,
When you disagree with me.
I want what's best for us.
My way to show I care, you see.
Everyday is much the same,
We both know the routine.
It starts with breakfast,
A time to share my dreams.
You recognise my moods
and listen to me intently.
You understand my feelings.
I feel your empathy.
Then off to work,
You watch me from the door.
With heavy heart I leave you.
Soon, I'll be with you once more.
The happiness you bring me.
Your welcome when I come home.
The guilt I feel,
Having left you all alone.
Your hugs are special
comforting and warm.
These moments, though infrequent
Make me keep you out of harm.
So now you wag your tail.
It's reached that time of day.
I'll get your ball and lead.
Walkies, let's go out to play.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC
*oi! Bronson! **** ya matey! i'm a sardine oiled up! that paddy is gonna hang like a dog on a serpentine of a leash's worth of walkies... that paddy's gonna hang and ask for the relay gun at the Olympics going off... paddy was never the bricklayer... paddy always gangrene flex, got lucky in Arizona and New York, forked St. Petersburg and only forked a steak nibble... Bronson settled into retirement just fine, came out a ******* act-tor! pepper the bobby with parking meter fines for his bureaucratic funfair study... sooner or later Jimmy the literate will turn up, and replace Bob the illiterate swine cuffing someone ******* in an alley.*
oh, i'd probably become
an english teacher
and sing fuck-yeah
when the drone army of
Amazon couriers fed us
the next 21 hour trip in
defence against the Koran...
so i guess ha ha is in order.
and with every mythical Mrs.,
you tell 'em about the castration
in the synagogue, and never about the
baritone in the morgue.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
Today is something new,
Leading me,
The gravel digging in.
The smells gets stronger,
My heart pounds,
Wincing at each tug.
Pulling me away from the lifeless body,
I need to know,
Please let me look.
I pull against my bonds,
Gagging and wheezing,
The need to know is overwhelming.
You grip my collar,
Lift me up off my feet,
Carrying me away, cursing.
Today was new,
You lead me and then scolded,
I wish you didn't say walkies.
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 7:10 AM UTC
Her eyes glance across the room
That look of loving no other has
The hair tossed as she turns to face me
She crosses and uncrosses her legs in anticipation
I go to stand up and she is upon me
Her tongue wet and on my face
Ok Ok I'll get your lead and take you walkies
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
Wow it’s snow
Out through the door at 6 am
Walkies time and off we go
Only to meet a mini blizzard
The little white flakes
Blew in my face
So so cold they were not fakes
It’s April for goodness sake
I know the forecast said it would
I didn’t quite believe
Now I know I should
The snow came down
Bit it didn’t stick!!!!!!
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 6:10 AM UTC
My friend, its been a while
since you took my mind on a leash and went for walk.
I hear it bark at you
and I would ask it to stop if i could view its sight
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
It's half past twelve.
You look up at me like an innocent child.
Doleful like you'd just been scolded.
You had, I just told you off.
Big eyes looking up at me.
You tickled me with your tongue.
Accidentally caught me with your tooth.
Maybe it was delivered deliberately.
A subtle hint to go out with you.
I say "walkies," you jump up like a loony.
Your hint worked perfectly.
(c)Livvi
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC
as i stared into darkest glimpse of the highland tower,
i feel a slight glint of an eye staring at me in the dark,
i ran as fast as i can but the eye kept following me,
managed to hide in a room and it was long gone,
it was bound to earth with no where to go,
its raining and i cant go home,
soaked in a revolting water smells from the ceiling,
i point my camera with heavy breathing,
not knowing what come after me,
i close my eyes and pray for the lord,
as the hour gone by i was trapped in a corner and cant escape the fear,
what is real fear i asked my self,
i kept asking the same question over and over in hopes of a clear way,
i kept shouting random names in hope to find my friend,
we got separated between levels of the tower,
" Khai! where are you" i shouted,
for some reason our walkies don't work,
it just static over a creepy sound,
i walked 50 minutes to a destination and feel tired,
i passed out in middle of dark hallway and took a nap,
i keep having this visions where eyes laid on my sleeping body,
but then again who am i to judged this feeling,
my skepticism is high on this one,
i refused to believed it but it kept appearing in my eyes,
the next day we finally escaped at the highland tower,
it was truly frightening experience with just the two of us
we pray after the exit and beg forgiveness to the spirits,
in hopes they wont follow us back.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 9:10 AM UTC
I'm running in circles chasing my tail
I will catch it one day, I know, some how
if I lay quietly and very still
it may try to slip off to eat my meal
So I watch it as it moves to and fro
can't wait too long for I have to go
my master is calling walkies
the jingling of the lead will get to me
Now my tail is taunting me, waving
it's is saying goodbye soo indignantly
but yet I know when I go out
that little *** will follow me
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 4:23 PM UTC
Show me your gods
All fur, purr and bark
Feather, skin, scale.
Those demi beings
that mark your heart
and steal your soul.
Those scraps of love
That make hard days whole
mornings bearable and nights
A little less lonely, predictable
or indeed a little less cold
The bed hoggers, extra joggers
The shoe chewers, the foremen
the cuties, the mute beggers
Soulful singers, paper bringers
Howlers, growlers,meowers
Chirpy talkers, hissers,
water blissers,
Princes waiting to be kissed
sloppy drooly kissers,
the sandpaper lickers
The back leg kickers
those who make biscuits
those who sleep,
like loaves of bread
Tail waggers, live in baggers
Perch dancers, walkies prancers
**** machines, Catnip dreamers
Redlight baskers
Show me your gods..
be they small, large, short, tall
Slim, plump, grim lumps
Portly, courtly, royalty
or hot fluffly messes
Bring them out to parade
with these god's
a home is made
and in these days dark and dreary
We need these gods
for when we become weary
Of the world we've made
We need
somewhere to lay our hearts
some thing that has a unlimited
grab bag of fresh starts.
These gods
everyday the give you a bit of
extra heart extra hope
A reason to hang on
to laugh to cry, to talk to sigh
So show to me;
your gods
and say a prayer
and thank the lord
he made them with care.
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 4:09 AM UTC
What's on my mind! This much I know...
I've got a skull that won't let go...
And so my brain stays in the dark,
It gets no walkies in the park...
It throbs with blood the live-long day,
The blood flows in then goes away...
Thus oxygen keeps it alive
A few more moments to survive...
No matter if I sleep or wake,
It's always there, for goodness sake...
I get a headache now and then,
It's no good counting up to ten...
I take a pill to calm things down
And melt away each care and frown...
While thoughts bounce left and thoughts bounce right,
Till brainwaves help this guy look bright...
And then my little heart feels glad
Rejoicing I'm no longer sad...
Until I'm forced to fall asleep,
To go to bed and breathe in deep...
And then my mind starts playing tricks,
With every random dream it picks...
What's on my mind! This much I know...
I've got a skull that won't let go!
Denis Martindale March 2018.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 10:11 AM UTC
Walkie’s in the rain!
It’s a cold wet morning today
But we’ve got to go out anyway
As the cold bites my finger tips
And the rain comes down in heavy drips
It’s profusely raining
And the large puddles just aren’t draining
And as we walk we’re getting wetter
Wishing the weather was a little better
Around the block
Beating the clock
Homeward bound
Feeling half drowned
And back to bed
All snuggled up to rest my head!
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 3:03 AM UTC