Oh, blessed be the hand that shakes the bag,
the crinkle that summons wagging storms!
No crown, no scepter, no noble flag
commands such joy in earthly forms.
Golden, grainy, baked with care,
tiny halos of praise and peace,
each crunch a covenant sweet and fair—
a love that will never cease.
For kings may dine on gilded plates,
and poets sip from honeyed streams,
but none know joy as he who waits
for crumbs that crown his daily dreams.
So lift your treat in sunlit air,
to tails that spin and eyes that gleam—
the world is good, the cupboard fair,
and love is shaped like a biscuit, it seems.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Today is International Dog Biscuit Appreciation Day!!! Remember to give your puppy extra Milk Bones!!!
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I had more than a passing suspicion that International Dog Biscuit Appreciation Day was a figment of your imagination until I checked it out. Well it is a figment of someone's imagination which they've translated into a full on web page...
Anyway there's not a greater expression of joy than a dogified version when offered a tasty treat, and you've captured that.
PS: No reference back to my image please.
LOL
Cute in subject but so nicely composed in poetic form with wonderful rhyme. This poem conveys a sense of childlike joy with each line. It has energy, innocence, a warmth and tenderness. A fave
Matthew, this made me smile immediately. It’s playful, but there’s real affection under it. “The crinkle that summons wagging storms” is such a joyful image. My doggy was extra happy yesterday! LOL!🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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