Balls for Ben – #Senryu

Thank you so much for coming to visit a dog-poet.

My poems for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge are a take on life from a canine perspective. We poets – and to date I seem to be the only dog-poet –  write one of the structured poems permitted and have to integrate, as synonyms, the two words given as a prompt.

This week the words are plan and spend. I am doing a Senryu.

You can find out about the form, and have a go yourself, by clicking below:

Colleen’s poetry challenge

 

 

Only one project
Lots more tennis balls for Ben
OH, joyous purchase.

Ben, the dog-poet, 2019 ©

 

 

 

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The dog poet’s first Shadorma

Hello and welcome,

Thank you for coming to read my Shadorma. This is a poem of 6 lines with a format of syllables that goes: 3 5 3 3 7 5. I’ve done my best counting and hope I’ve got it right. It is my poem for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge where we poet’s write one of the structured poems permitted. We have to integrate as synonyms the two words given as a prompt. This week the words are begin and fresh.

You can read about it here: Colleen Chesebro’s Poetry prompt challenge guidelines

You can read all the poems from last week here: Tuesday poetry challenge 117, recap

And, if you need a little bed time reading to send you to sleep, you can read all my poems ever, here: The dog poet’s poems

The dog poet’s first Shadorma

snowdrop

Even dogs
Sense the turning of the year
Big on smells
Underground
Where soil churns, and itching roots
Launch virginal buds.

By Ben, the dog poet ©2019

 

 

 

 

Ben’s back

Thank you so much for coming to visit a dog poet, and enter my world.  This is my response to Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This weeks challenge asks us to use the words pleasant and read as synonyms, in our poems.

 

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Penetrating books
Mellow iterating gold
Soothing paths to sleep

By ben, the dog poet © 2018

 

All my poems can be found here

You can also read about the big charity challenge, that sparked my literary career, here

Love Ben xx
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November – Frost and Fire

Thank you so much for coming to visit a dog poet, and enter my world.  This is my response to Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This weeks challenge gives us poets the  opportunity to choose our own two words, to be used as synonyms, in our poems. I have gone for seasonal words, choosing frost and fire. The muse has directed me to a Haiku and  Senryu, with parenthesis! – I think I’ve got that right Colleen 🙂

All my poems are here

You can also read about the big charity challenge, that sparked my literary career, here

frozen art

Silent gems sparkle
Winters sting fast encroaching
Crunching under paws

(ouch!)

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Curtains blank the dark
Dancing coals framed in gold
Sending Ben to sleep!

SF 7

By Ben, the dog poet © 2018

You can also see what the other poets have got up to, by scrolling to the bottom of the page here

Love Ben xx
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Halloween

Thank you for coming to visit my blog and read my poetry. This is my response to Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week the two words to be used as synonyms are afraid and grave.

 

 

Restless spirits creep
Canines, wired to the moon,
Seriously spooked

By Ben, the dog poet © 2018

 

Scroll down here to see what all the other poets got up to last week.

 

 

Spooky tales from Dartmoor

Thank you for coming to visit my blog at Halloween, when the spirits roam the earth. This is my response to Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week the two words to be used as synonyms are haunt and spell.

Here is my spooky tale from the remote heart of Dartmoor, in South West England, famous for it’s bog and cloying fog. All is not what it seems and one of my com-patriarchs comes a cropper, quite unnecessarily as it turns out.

The whole terrifying saga

This is my very first Etheree poem and I’ve made it a double!!

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Mist
Swirling
Cauldron’s brew
The grimpen mire’s
Notorious swamp
Mysteriously claims
Aristocratic body.
Legend triumphs over logic
An Ancient curse surpasses reason
A supernatural beast prowls and growls.

Deerstalker and pipe fearless on the moor
Holmes, scrutinising supposition,
Exposes a greedy cancer
Devouring the very soul
And house of Baskerville.
Dressed up for witchcraft
Bloodhound frightens
Canine fate
– Poor boy –
SHOT! 😦

Ben, the dog poet © 2018

This is what all the other poets got up to last week

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mountain Rescue

Thank you very much for visiting my blog. This is my response to Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge.  The two prompt words, to be included but used synonymously, are Ghost and Hollow.

My poem this week is about how I felt when 32 imposing bi peds came, in a never ending torrent, over the mountain ahead of me. My people seemed to think they were the best thing since sliced bread (if you like that sort of thing) but, to me, they were terrifying aliens invading my already anxious space. I was so confused. One minute we were having a lovely mountain walk and the next my male person was on the ground and there was some sort of commotion and then a v. v. v long wait. I was getting very nervous because I didn’t have a clue what was going on. Why weren’t we walking on and on to the top. Who were these people, carrying on with those things they attach to their ears, and why was my person all wrapped up and looking sad. What in heavens name was that thunderous noise coming from the sky.

http://mountainrescue.org.uk/incident?jobno=2018_069

 

 

Spooked, scared, defensive.
Ghouls in black and red attend
My crevice d person

     By Ben, the dog poet © 2018

NB I’d better report that my person will be OK in a few months. I’m not so sure about me.

Here is what all Colleen’s other poets got up to last week

Love Ben xx