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| Poetry about Dogs I love Michael Ondaatje - I didn't realize that he had written so many poems about dogs until I went back and re-read some of his poetry after I got into dogs and was pleasantly surprised! Here's some of my favourites: |
| Postcard from Piccadilly Street Dogs are the unheralded voyeurs of this world. When we make love The spaniel shudders Walks out of the room, She's had her fill of children now But the bassett - for whom We've pretty soon got to find a love object Apart from furniture or visitors' legs - Jumps on the bed and watches. It is a catching habit having a spectator And appeals to the actor in both of us, In spite of irate phone calls from the SPCA Who claim we are corrupting minors (the dog being one and a half). We have moved to elaborate audiences now. At midnight we open the curtains Turn out the light And imagine the tree outside Full of sparrows With infra red eyes. >From Michael Ondaatje's Rat Jelly The Strange Case My dog's assumed my alter ego. Has taken over - walks the house Phallus hanging wealthy and raw In front of guests, nuzzling Head up skirts While I direct my mandarin mood. Last week driving the baby sitter home. She, unaware dog sat in the dark back seat, Talked on about the kids' behaviour. On Huron Street the dog leaned forward And licked her ear. The car going 40 miles an hour She seemed more amazed At my driving ability Than my indiscretion. It was only the dog I said. Oh she said. Me interpreting her reply all the way home. Flirt and Wallace The dog almost Tore my son's left eye out With love, left a welt of passion Across his cheek The other dog licks The armpits of my shirt For the salt The smell and taste That identifies me from others With teeth which carry broken birds With wet fur jaws that eat snow Suck the juice from branches Swallowing them all down Leaving their mouths tasteless, extroverted, They graze our bodies with their love Birth of Sound At night the most private of a dog's long body groan. It comes with his last stretch In the dark corridor outside our room. The children turn. A window tries to split with cold The other dog hoofing the carpet for lice. We're all alone. This isn't Michael Ondaatje, and it isn't about dogs, but it's one of my favourite poems of all time. And it makes me very sad every time I read it. i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric furr, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh....And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new from & (1925) ee cummings |
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| I found this on a website and I had to share it here: DOG HAIKU - anon. I love my master; Thus I perfume myself with This long-rotten squirrel. I lie belly-up In the sunshine, happier than You ever will be Today I sniffed Many dog butts-I celebrate By kissing your face. I sound the alarm! Paperboy-come to kill us all- Look! Look! Look! Look! Look! I sound the alarm! Mailman Fiend-come to kill us all- Look! Look! Look! Look! Look! I sound the alarm! Meter reader-come to kill all- Look! Look! Look! Look! Look! I sound the alarm! Garbage man-come to kill us all- Look! Look! Look! Look! Look! I sound the alarm! Neighbor's cat-come to kill us all! Look! Look! Look! Look! Look! I lift my leg and Wiz on each bush. Hello, Spot - Sniff this and weep How do I love thee? The ways are numberless as My hairs on the rug. My human is home! I am so ecstatic I have Made a puddle I hate my choke chain - Look, world, they strangle me! Ack Ack Ack Ack Ack Ack! Sleeping here, my chin On your foot - no greater bliss - well, Maybe catching cats Look in my eyes and Deny it. No human could Love you as much I do The cat is not all Bad-she fills the litter box With Tootsie Rolls Dig under fence-why? Because it's there. Because it's There. Because it's there. I am your best friend, Now, always, and especially When you are eating. You may call them fleas, But they are far more -I call Them a vocation My owners' mood is Romantic-I lie near their Feet. I fart a big one. For more AWESOME dog haiku's go to: Gemma's Golden Haiku Collection I found the above Anonymous Dog Haiku originally at: http://www.themongrelhordes.com/ who wrote the SPECTACULAR An Apology to Breed Ban Enthusiasts - A MUST Read! |