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| Poetry- Gone to the Dogs | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The Boston Terrier extraordinare from Whipple, Ohio. The very famous Chet Baker, of the Julie Zickefoose blog. A perfect study of black and white: "All or nothing at all". |
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| Haiku for Chet Lively terrier Your life has no shades of grey All is black and white. CBH 1-15-06 |
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| Ode to A Corgi Oh handsome breed of Queen's joy the famous Corgi dog The wagging tailed goose-hound such a trail you've trod From low and menial work dog to the stables of Queen E. The even tempered herder- become celebrity. So here's to you Welsh Corgi a pint to you we'll raise A half-pint of a work dog Deserving of our praise! C. B. Harner |
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Who says good Corgi poetry cannot be found (Jimmers?) It may be true that corgis do not have tales, but they once did... as their history sights that they were "docked" in Merry 'Ol England. |
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| This poem was featured in the PBS special by Bill Moyers called... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention seconds at a time. Catch? I don't think so. Bunny, tumbling leaf, a squirrel who's --oh joy-- actually scared. Sniff the wind, then I am off again: muck, pond, ditch, residue of any thrillingly dead thing. And you? Either you're sunk in the past, half our walk, thinking of what you can never bring back, or else you're off in some fog concerning --tomorrow, is that what you call it? My work: to unsnare time warp (and woof!), retrieving, my haze- headed friend, you. This shinning bark, a Zen master's bronzy gong, calls you here, entirely, now: bow-wow, bow-wow, bow-wow. Mark Doty |
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| "Fooling With Words" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Mr. Cody Comings, a great dog from Marblehead, Oh. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Fair time for the cats too....... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
The Belled Cat's Lament Oh damn the bell she hung on me Cursed woman of the house It doth thwart my every plan For bird, chipmunk and mouse. I wait at bush and crouch to leap On unsuspecting prey And as I spring, the bell doth ring My morsel- gets away. CBHarner 10-28-04 |
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