Dog’s Ode To Stuff Toy

Here was Chelsey, the dog, attempt of writing an ode poem.

My toy I love you so much
You are there when I awake
And you are there when I sleep
I enjoy your squeak you make
Your high pitch excites me
To point I zoom around
And round the home
I love to to chomp on you;
I am glad you don’t mind
My teeth clamp on
Shake you find side to side
I love the runs we do together
As I race with you in mouth
You are my friend; my playmate;
When human owner goes work
I am glad you are still with me
Regardless of some missing tuff

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Where’s Your Smiling Face [Revision]

Where’s your smiling face?
I saw it greet me every day.
From your bed your smiling face was there
Saying good morning let’s get going.
You would thump your tail in morning greeting;
After you would stretch and yawn.
Your smile would send me off as I went to work.
Return I would open door; you standing on stair landing;
Your tail wagging, smiling down at me.
You would smile when photos were taken;
Such a model and a natural.
When you raced around; you’d stopped and smile;
Then continue on with your zooming run.
How I miss your gorgeous smile of yours
Which you brighten up my life.

Earth In Trouble

Right now.

This second,

Mankind alters Earth beyond recognition.

In summer, pinyon pines don’t smell,

Wind feels in error,

Like it’s blowing the wrong way,

At wrong time of year.

These feelings of the climate change

Talk of Antarctic glaciers melting faster.

Environmental dangers occupied top spots on biggest global risks.

They told us so.

This is an Erasure poem. Below is the photo of scratching out the words.

Continue Writing On My Blog

This year is the seventh year of starting this poetry blog. The anniversary was on the Friday we just had. Below is today’s poem.

Seven years of poetry blog
All started cause of my dog
Who gave me inspiration with silent dialogue
I now really miss my dog
She paved the way for my writing
I will continue with more rewriting
Which will be exciting
To write more books on dogs
That I will continue to write on my blog

A Smile

Her first by phone she wouldn’t have a smile.
Her stoic face showed shy, nervous dog. A smile
I would try to coax her. Through loving patience she emerged to find a smile.
Many years I would take her picture and say give me a smile.
Camera would come out with treats in hand; she would give a smile.
Even with no camera she would give a smile.
When I would come home; she would be waiting with a smile.
No more coaxing is came naturally; she had a smile.
No shy, scare dog who came from shelter. A smile
now would hang upon her face. She radiated in a smile
I would take with me until she passed. For a smile
would be her remembering mark as I know she looks down with a smile.

Dog Wrote Another Poem

I found this poem hiding in Chelsey’s notes. I have posted it here.

Woof, Woof, I am writing again.
A poem that’s short and will rhyme.
Bark out my words on the dime.
I’ll try to write with this pen.
Aroooo, this is too much,
Rhyming is to hard for me.
Hold on I might have a flea.
I scratch my fur as such.
Ah, all is good I continue to write.
Woof, bark I am tired.
I am glad I have an owner I admired.
To write poems that excite.

No One To Greet Me

Stair landing is empty when I arrive home.
No one waiting; smiling at me waving their bushy tail.
Only a stuffed snowman sits in corner;
Branch arms up in greeting.
He will stay out for one more month, till he is put away.
Silence, no noise I hear when I get home.
No dog speaking, “I’m glad to see you!”
I trudge slowly up; silence is only there to greet me.
An empty void fills the home.
No one to greet me when I get home.