Ode to Pug

Oh precious, prolific, pants eater!

Curly tailed ,idiot Pug

Beige, brick shaped, bundle,
Eyebrows and horrible feet,
Curly tailed, idiot Pug.

How your bulging eyes
Stare into my stupid heart.

Your squashed, snuffling nose, so intimate

Curly tailed, idiot Pug.

Guilty packages left in wrong places enrage,

Yelping yaps greeting visitors annoy.
Muscle bound and ferocious

Curly tailed, idiot Pug

But your endless love 
Strokes a wounded heart.

Your wrinkled forehead 
begs questions and concern.

Grim days you are my guru wise Pug.

No holding back 
(or trying without success) boundless love.

Dependable, disobedient, comedic,
Curly tailed, idiot Pug. 

Warm, heavy body -pug hug,
My lap is your Mecca.
Curly tail wrapped round my wrist-
Pug bracelet bliss. 

Oh how I love my curly tailed, idiot Pug...

Sorrow

Sorrow is a gatecrasher to an otherwise ordinary day,

A blunt knife to the heart,

pain and pressure,

no quick end to suffering.

Sorrow squeezes the chest, an awkward quickening to the breath causes gasps for air through a swollen throat. 

Sorrow dulls the eyes, steals the light, leaves a hole in the soul,

Loneliness and fear are its bad crowd. 

Sorrow grips the forehead, deadens the limbs and drowns hope,

Sorrow pulls downward to an unknown destination. 

Sorrow taunts joyfulness, hope and relaxation. 

Sorrow paints a frown and sketches lines,

Sorrow flourishes in unreturned love, co-stars with regret and celebrates with tears.