Under a maple tree
the dog lies down,
Lolls his limp
Tongue, yawns,
Rests his long chin
Carefully between
Front paws;
Looks up, alert;
Chops, with heavy
Jaws, at a slow fly,
......
The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new
And the soldier was passing fair,
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.
"Now, don't you go till I come," he said,
......
The gingham dog and the calico cat
Side by side on the table sat;
'T was half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t' other had slept a wink!
The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate
Appeared to know as sure as fate
There was going to be a terrible spat.
(I wasn't there; I simply state
What was told to me by the Chinese plate!)
......
The tires on my bike are flat.
The sky is grouchy gray.
At least it sure feels like that
Since Hanna moved away.
Chocolate ice cream tastes like prunes.
December's come to stay.
They've taken back the Mays and Junes
Since Hanna moved away.
......
Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house
The gentleman lay graveward with his furies;
Abaddon in the hangnail cracked from Adam,
And, from his fork, a dog among the fairies,
The atlas-eater with a jaw for news,
Bit out the mandrake with to-morrows scream.
Then, penny-eyed, that gentlemen of wounds,
Old cock from nowheres and the heaven's egg,
With bones unbuttoned to the half-way winds,
Hatched from the windy salvage on one leg,
......
I was a prominent theoretical physicist, relying upon beautiful mathematics,
Like devout gardeners everywhere, rely on butterscotch sunshine dramatics.
Rose days were spent inventing theories, to address pure astral phenomena,
And testing the raw theories, such as what causes far-off, supernova trauma.
The indescribable thrill of discovery, imbued sunny, halcyon hours of delight,
Like the secret thrill of watching flocks of redbirds, rising up to golden flight.
My friends lolled on the lawn, in balmy, brighter days of spring and summer,
......
I worked at a boisterous animal shelter, which wasn't too far from my home,
That filled days with barks, meows and singing, like green wilderness zones.
I loved working with the various animals, and wished they could all be mine;
Just as stars collect celestial beauties, anytime favorable conditions combine.
Yet, I still enjoyed watching the animals, going off to the new, loving abodes,
Meowing happily and tails wagging, and setting out upon life's various roads.
Mine was a family of animal lovers, as they'd always been a part of our lives;
......
Once, I was passing by
an old post office about to die
and saw a dog who was shy
the dog made a very appealing cry,
from his little black glowing eyes
It was such a strange feeling...
was happy to have a friend like him
but sad for the person who left him
......
My name is Roscoe...
This is my very own poem...
I recently moved to Chestnut Street...
To my very own new home...
I belong to Josie and Henry...
They’ve moved here with me, too...
We’re excited about our new home...
It has two patios, who the heck knew...
......
Found out my dog can’t get the surgery he needs because of a worsening heart condition. Going forwards, it’s just about making him comfortable until the end, which the vet said could be 3 weeks to a year. My work is having a zoom party and we are supposed to show the thing we most value and explain why. It’s obviously going to be my dog and this is the poem I wrote (first ever written).
At first it was hard,
To have much regard,
For the pile of hair,
That shook in despair.
Pitiful thing,
His eyes in full swing,
From left to right,
......