You’re stealing my poor puppy’s peace,
Which NO ONE ought to do.
So, Kitty, I will take this chance
To say, “Shame, SHAME, on you!”
You taunt my precious hound-girl
‘Til she’s WILD to give you chase.
You never stop to think that thus
Your value you debase.
Your presence here AIN’T needed
Unless you are killing mice.
So scoot on down the road, my friend:
Don’t MAKE me tell you twice!
by Gwennon, July 21, 2019
for my poor, beleaguered “Baby Beatrice”
See how the title runs into the acrostic? This title really doesn’t stand very well on its own; so, I thought I would helpfully point this out to you since the typefaces I am allowed here don’t allow the acrostic to present itself as forcefully as it does in my regular format. I hope that is not too patronizing. Anyway, here is the poem, and the title once more:
I Do Not Love That Dog
My darling, beloved, loyal, good dog-soul,
Outside our sweet life together, at times—
Realistically beyond my control—
Every so often, I may chance to find
That another member of your great kind
Has found its way to me (I KNOW YOU MIND),
And, so we briefly meet, as just new friends,
Not wanting anything more. I am sure
I could never love any other dog—
Like this newcomer, for instance—more than,
Oh, Sweetheart, I have always loved you.
Velvety-soft fur did not turn my head
Even for a second from your good heart.
Yep. We did not kiss: we only touched.
Oh, please, do not let wild jealousy start:
Understand I do not love him too much!!!
October 18, 2017
This was one of those compositions that started out with, “I wonder if this might be possible….”, continuing with the title and acrostic being captured, along with one of the lines at the bottom, followed by by other lines out of order, written into the note section of my iPhone (this is one of those times I am very grateful to have this phone, as it replaces stacks of messy manuscript papers in my purse), referred to often as I fixed myself a late breakfast (it being a school day, and my having driven my son to school before walking at the mall, then heading home), and unexpectedly finished less than an hour after it began. Some of my favorite, and most-fun acrostic poems have begun writing themselves quickly this way, and considering that some of my acrostic sonnets have taken weeks, and sometimes months, to complete, this was a very good surprise.
Those who like to analyze meter and rhyme schemes may notice a certain messiness between lines 5 and 12, which, I believe, accurately reflects the tone and message of the poem. Though there should be a constant, somewhat triangular tension holding a patterned poem, such as the sonnet, together, there are cases in which not all the elements (meter, rhyme, and story) exert equal pressure. In one poem, meter may be compromised to move the story along. In another, rhyme may the short leg on the poetry stool. Since the poem is simply a frame for the story the writer wants to tell at the moment, story is the one element that the up-front poet will want to protect above the other elements.
Moving right along, my lovely (I thought) poem spectacularly failed in its mission to enlighten and satisfy the beautiful, often-understanding doggie for whom it was written. If he hadn’t pestered me so frequently with endless questions about a dog I accidentally met, and only briefly, (the operational word being “briefly”) at the mall for less than five minutes, the poem may never have been written. In reality, my meeting with “the other dog” may have have less than three minutes before the dog left me to go on to the next person. Referring back to line 14 in the poem, you may notice that “the other dog” and I shared no kisses. And though I did not write about it here, we also shared no hugs. For me, that was huge. But my own doggie-love discounted all of that and allowed himself to marinate in insecurity and offense for the rest of the day, and I am not sure he fully understands what I am trying to tell him with this poem: he has not been replaced in my heart, nor will he be. Everyone says that dogs love unconditionally and are so forgiving. My answer to that is, “Yep. Usually. But not always.”
In the dictionary
Next to the word “oblivion”
You may see a short film clip
Of my four-year-old grand-daughter,
Expressing her joy
In possessing a prime piece
Of delicious, well-cooked bacon
Through a series of energetic dancing,
Punctuated by occasional leaps and twirls,
Followed closely by a small companion dog,
Whose own leaps and twirls
And disappointed hopes
Instead of joy,
As bite after delicious bite
Of that lovely, specialty meat
Into the happy stomach
Of a kind-hearted preschooler
Who would never
To the dog she loves.
by Gwennon R
May 29, 2017
from a story my son-in-law shared with the family Sunday night
In other news, I’d like to tell you I will respond quickly to any comments. Unfortunately, I have only limited internet access at the moment and must beg indulgence if I seem more than usually slow. Please accept my apologies in advance.
What’s yours is mine, but I will share.
You didn’t know? Well, don’t despair!
I’ll join your pack: I’m here to help:
I’m here to lend an ear or yelp.
I’m here to bark when dangers loom.
I’ll bring my joy into your gloom.
With me with you and you with me,
We’ll write a joyful history.
My presence here is such good news
Since I’m the best pet you could choose!
I’ll love you as if you were God.
When you do good, I will applaud.
When you do bad, I’ll hide your shame;
At times I might just take the blame.
Your news I’ll never stoop to tell,
For dogs keep secrets very well.
Delighted to share life with you,
I love you, and you love me, too!
I’ll love your friends and fight your foes.
I’ll let you kiss me on the nose.
I don’t like messes, I confide:
I’d rather make my mess outside;
But if inside with you I’m trapped
By awful weather, I’ll adapt.
I’ll do all this for love and food,
And serve with cheerful attitude.
I’ve only one condition here,
Which I must whisper in your ear:
My secret that I must declare?
What’s yours is mine, but I will share.
March 12, 2017
I will not kiss you on the lips:
Your lips have gone where I won’t go.
Your smile is very sweet and kind,
But germs I’m likely there to find
Since you’ve been cleaning your behind—
I’d love to kiss. BUT I’M NOT BLIND.
You need to find a cleaner thing
To which your tongue and lips may cling.
For kisses, you must bide your time:
I don’t kiss lips encased in grime.
Perhaps I might a kiss bequeath
If you would let me brush your teeth,
Soap down your tongue, and wash your face.
But kissing now? ‘Twould be disgrace!
For now, Dear Dog, you ought to know
I will not kiss you on the lips.
March 10, 2017
the occasionally kissed German shepherd
Ev’ry doggie needs a huggie!
Ev’ry doggie needs a kiss!
Ev’ry doggie needs to know
He is a treasure bringing bliss.
Ev’ry pet dog is a lovey,
Loving ev’ryone he knows.
Ev’ry pet dog brings great joy and gladness
Ev’rywhere he goes.
If you’re blessed to have a doggie,
Love him well right here and now,
And remember well this maxim:
Ev’ry doggie needs a huggie!
February 7, 2017
“Doggie” spelled thus purposely.
I may use this in a collection of poems titled “SILLY DOG POEMS; and poems for a few serious dogs”.
If I told you my doggie-love was memorizing this poem, would you believe me?
Does anybody else out there—
Oh, tell me I am not alone!—
Go out cloaked in hair not your own?
Good grief! I’ve got it everywhere!
It sticks like glue that wants to stay,
Especially on nicer clothes:
Horrendous mess that only grows
And hardly ever goes away.
I cannot help but pay this price
Right now to be with dogs I love:
Open affection, effusive love.
No. This is not much sacrifice:
Marked up because dogs gave me hugs,
Emotion at my heartstring tugs.
for “Roosevelt” and others
November 12, 2016
You groaned that time I left you,
And it was the sweetest sound:
A tribute to the fact
That you liked having me around.
You don’t express your feelings,
Like your fellows with a word.
And if you started now,
Your friends would label you absurd.
You are always keeping busy,
For of friends you have no lack.
So I cherished ev’ry second
We were sleeping back to back.
Resetting my alarm,
I did the best that I could do
To delay our separation
And thus spend more time with you.
Resisting this new change,
I found us sleeping like a log.
How I loved each precious moment
I spent hugging you, sweet dog!
my sweet German Shepherd
October 28, 2016