I went into bedroom
my dog, Chelsey,
She was not there
in usual spot
that she had passed
from this world
as I wanted to
pet her fur
for I had
stroking her every evening.
My dog was very independent.
She always tended
to take care of herself as needed.
She was very ted-
ious in her grooming besides her pet-
ting. She never wanted it to end.
Regardless, she still needed me to depend
on until she finally dep-
arted this world. She was ten
when her life ended.
No, more poetry writing from her pen
Or taking her pic-
cture as model with pie-
rcing look of being dependent.
She was the best pet
til her final end.
I walked into room
Saw you staring out:
Your dominion high above
On third level condo
Watching all that transpired
Under your focused gaze
You only took a quick glance
As I enter; then back to staring
Out of sliding glass window
Nothing escaped your notice
Until you were satisfied
Nothing would get pass your eyes;
Satisfied you finally took your nap
Here are some Haikus that didn’t get into the 105 Hakius book from Chelsey.
I write poetry
Using my favorite form
for a dog to use
Me, dog says Haiku
Are short, easy, fun lines which
Only are three lines
I, dog have a book
Which I wrote about and called
One hundred five Haikus
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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.