Dog Poems
Dog
by Valerie Worth
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,
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An Absolutely Ordinary Rainbow
by Les Murray
The word goes round Repins,
the murmur goes round Lorenzinis,
at Tattersalls, men look up from sheets of numbers,
the Stock Exchange scribblers forget the chalk in their hands
and men with bread in their pockets leave the Greek Club:
There's a fellow crying in Martin Place. They can't stop him.
The traffic in George Street is banked up for half a mile
and drained of motion. The crowds are edgy with talk
and more crowds come hurrying. Many run in the back streets
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The Moon
by Robert Louis Stevenson
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.
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The Duel
by Eugene Field
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!)
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Roads
by Amy Lowell
I know a country laced with roads,
They join the hills and they span the brooks,
They weave like a shuttle between broad fields,
And slide discreetly through hidden nooks.
They are canopied like a Persian dome
And carpeted with orient dyes.
They are myriad-voiced, and musical,
And scented with happiest memories.
O Winding roads that I know so well,
Every twist and turn, every hollow and hill!
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Playing House
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Orange sun is out, and we're playing house
My pets are my kids-until puss sees mouse!
Mommy loves to water her gorgeous blooms
While dog and kitty rest, inside porch rooms.
This Saturday, childhood seems left behind
When we make-believe, as the time unwinds.
Soon Mommy serves lunch-of milk and a bone;
And sandwich for herself. Jay sings alone.
Dog Days of Summer
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Alice Hubbard's home was not ever cluttered, like azure roses, in rows.
Full of sun, the panes were never shuttered, typical where love grows.
Alice was fondly called, 'Old Mother Hubbard,' by people of the town;
And her dog, Bandit, was often spoilt, like diamonds, in night's crown.
Alice was a widow, and her children were grown. She still enjoyed life.
She and Bandit were blithe companions, like rainbow, since dark strife.
Dear Alice became somewhat forgetful, like absentminded, desert rain;
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Fortuitous Journey
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
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,
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Puppy Dog Eyes
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
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;
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Friend left behind....
by Aryan Bhardwaj
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
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