Oh, woe is my fur coat
For I don’t feel well today.
My innards feel twisted inside
Making me one unhappy pup.
I refuse my food;
Will only take bland or soft.
My days I spend sleeping;
For nothing else I want too.
No squeaky toys for me;
For I have been one unhappy pup.
What will you write poet?
I write with weaving lines that alternate between rhythms;
With measured beats that will cascade to order cadence
Like drums upon a long ago battlefield,
You can hear their rat a tat, rat a tat still echoing now.
I write with flourish gust of my pen
The metaphors come closing in
As they fight off similes to gain substance in my poem
They slash the likes and as,
Making themselves known to the reader.
I write to the world to show how I feel,
The down trodden days of polical unrest,
Dishearten and sadden what I see.
How to change can only come from words and understanding
With one another to find that common ground.
I write about the animals;
And to nature where they are losing a desperate battle
Locked arm and arm against human interaction
They want their voice heard
And, I poet will give it to them
So, they can rise above
And find a place to coexist
With the ever changing landscape of a world filled with man.
I write of happy times and sad times too
Where new life comes into being
While old slips off the shore
To some distant place far from our reaches
In another realm beyond what we cannot see.
I write, to write what I know
Or to become inspire to write
Something different and new
With hopes that the next poem
Will lead me down new paths to explore.
I begin my poem with:
Awwwooo Awwoooooo ruff ruff.
Then a line of:
Bark bark bark grrr ruff.
Next comes a:
Woof bark woof bark awoooo!
Ruff ruff grrr grrr bark.
Next line some more:
Awoooo ruff awoooooo awoooo bark.
Then finish with:
Woof woof ruff ruff bark awoooo!
That is another poem by me, the dog
I wrote it for my owner who I love so much.
I stick my hand full of kibble
Under her face to get her to eat
She lifts her snout to the air
She is not hungry
Turns her face away
The hand stays
Lingers under face
Hoping she will take a bite
No, she still refuses
Hand places kibble on floor
Maybe she will eat later
Dog walking around.
Head down. Sniff, sniff.
Smells fill the snout.
More snuffles into grass.
She categorizes her smells.
This one a new dog in neighborhood.
Oh and this is my friend, Toffee.
And here is the lingering smell of squirrel.
Sigh, he gone now and can’t be chased.
Here is the dog that growls at me all the time.
She lifts her snout.
Sniffs the air. There is a dog near.
Who could it be?
She moves forward. I follow.
To see who is up ahead.
You are silent
As you slip away from my grasp.
Your frame shrinks before my eyes.
I am helpless as I watch.
You don’t tell me what is wrong.
You want me to guess.
But, I can not.
Don’t leave me all alone,
To be surrounded by others
As I watch from the outside looking in.
She lays blended on carpet floor, resting her head between paws; eyes closed sleeping
in semi darken hallway.