Gemma's Golden Haiku Collection


photo © Don McKee and Christine Hsu


Golden "Will to Live" Haiku Contest
to raise money for a poor abused puppy in NY.
Deadline to enter: March 31, 1999
CLICK HERE....
We have a WINNER!!
Many thanks for your kindness and generosity!!

Welcome to Gemma's Golden Haiku collection.
While the limerick is her favorite fun kind of poetry,
HAIKU is her preferred form
of more serious (but not always!), contemplative verse.
She likes the Zen of it, being a rather philosophical Golden knucklehead....

The Haiku is a type of lyrical poetry which was first developed  in Japan.
It is a tightly constructed form which demands
conciseness and sparity of language.
The haiku traditionally consists of three lines with a total of
seventeen syllables in this configuration: 5-7-5.

Click here for a basic introduction to the Haiku form.
And another good link:  The English-Language Haiku Web Site
And check out 200 Best Japanese Haiku

Here are some Golden Haiku -- haiku written by owners
(or humans owned by) Golden Retrievers, that wonderful breed
who keep us laughing, loving,
and scratching our heads in wonderment....
ENJOY!

This is my own Rainbow Bridge Haiku,
in honor of all those Goldens who have left us to romp and frolic
in a better place, with no pain and no fear.
They appear as stars in our night sky....

Our dark nights dazzled
 By a Golden gleam of stars--
 We look up, smiling

My Golden girl naps
 waiting for her mom to move
 she snorts, blinks, and sighs--

The livingroom floor
 is more a graveyard, littered
 with maimed woobie souls

-Suzanne Bria


A Haiku for Jill from 
"Angel" Croaker

With fly on my nose
Oh best friend I've ever had
...I wait at the Bridge

-Suzanne Bria & Gemma

For Croaker

eyes oh so faithful
empty bowl waiting for food
is it breakfast time yet

gonna lay down now
hey Clem's on my pillow
move him Mommy, now
wood burning stove's lit
burning hot, the house is warm
Croaker's fast asleep

-Jill Wilson

The autumn leaf drifts.
It is thoroughly trampled
 By rampaging pup.

Sadness overwhelms.
A failure of limericks.
  Teardrops on dogs' necks.

Jean Farny

Soulful, intense eyes:
 Capturing, mirroring your
 TRUE SELF back to you.

 Dancing, Prancing Grin
 All in a Wiggly Fuzz Butt
 Golden Joy ever more.

 -Jonnie & Chance in spirit


Earnie Richardson

Boomer Haiku

Hair so soft and fine
From mahogany to blond
Lies thick in our homes

Throw, chase, and retrieve
My Golden masters his craft
For when the whim strikes

Woobie-mouthed greeter
Joyful Happy-foot dancer
When master comes home

Throw a tennis ball
Out into the deep water
Joyful, I retrieve

A tennis ball falls
Unseen, unsought by Goldens
Does it make a sound?

A ball I can chase-
Perhaps I'll bring it to you.
Throw it again, please.

Warm, soft, golden fur.
A pleasure to touch, and yet,
Cleanup--what a B*TCH!

A loyal friend sits
Longingly and faithfully
Waiting at the Bridge

-Kevin Thompson, Boomer's Dad
in Mannheim, Germany

Gem's Haiku
-for Scotty & all my friends

It's true! I have no 
anal glands.  So can only
express my pleasure...


 Gemma (center) plays with her 
 2- & 4-legged pals at Sunol!
Topper's Haiku

white polyester
inside of shredded woobies
no peanut butter?

the food you gave me
is not like what you eat.....Hmph, 
I will not touch it

Oh! Express Yourselves! 
Golden friends, before they call
Dr. Richardson

(slow-risers thread.....)

Eighty thirty a.m.
and all is quiet at home
must be Saturday

(and dedicated to Topper and Brian......Conjunctivitis Kings)

Puffy watery eyes
Do not look into bright light
They call me Blinky

-Kris Salmon


I wait by his chair
Hoping-praying this dumb kid
 Will drop food for me

-Janie Wormsbecker

Mozart Redlus watches grandson Michael

Blaze Vetter, 
contemplating some Highcoo....
Woobie on the floor
Lifeless thing - evil no longer
I feel no remorse.

Garage door noise marks
Dad's arrival - suppertime
let's nibble kibble.

Quail coveys march by!
Pheasants fly! 
Wild geese honking!
Paws twitch - Golden dreams.

-Cheryl Vetter

Buppie Scout's Haiku

Crumpled sock on the 
floor beckons me by name. I 
think I'll chew it up.

Mom sits at the computer.
If I nip her bare leg
 she'll play wiff me

-Scout the Trout Hamilton


Come Back, Shane Haiku

Still body in snow.
Heart pounding, 
I touch your face.
Was that a breath? No....

-Jody Hamilton

 


Murphy Smith, in the snow

Butts wiggle madly,
tails flag high, toys presented,
Gold greetings of joy

Beggars eyes, sad face,
lips smacking, chicken, popcorn,
man's food, dog's delight

Goldens and Berner
new fallen snow, romp and run,
canine glee, I smile

-Doug Smith
 

My tongue is out now
Master's thinking Olympic
All-star walking dog.

-Jerri Martin & Ripley



(not Ripley!)
Golden Rescue Tribute

To those who dig
in the dark trenches of pain
for Golden rescue

I salute you all.
Your work and your tears are both
our burdens to bear

-Suzanne Bria


(photo from GRiC)

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