I do not know?
I am on the street and thrown away,
I have no place to go, where will I stay.
You don’t care if I live or die,
You dropped me off without a tear in your eye.
I am just a baby and friendly as can be,
What a rotten thing you did to me.
You dump me off on the side of the road,
To a little guy that is a very heavy load.
What is the problem, what was so bad?
To throw me away and make me sad.
Don’t you love me? Don’t you care?
You didn’t look back with even a stare.
Show you care and have a heart,
Take care of us little guys and do your part.
Now I am in a shelter, my sentence is death,
Just remember me when I take my last little breath.
Now my sentence is DEATH!
What’s In The Urn
Strangers offered me to join them in a drink
I met them on a mountain edge while skiing
They seemed like friendly normal people then
So what could happen in a simple cabin?
Finding that which is not there or vanquished
What is there that cannot be perceived?
Placed upon the mantel piece are ashes in the cabin
Brass vase, a receptacle for lost souls sits in repose
A death vase to glare at over cognac
By the sober flames cast by
A fire place glow observed in action
Liquid spirits pour out their poison
In the cozy living room inside the cabin
Drinks alone cannot remove this feeling of distraction
The urn is piercing through my soul
People belong in cemeteries you know
With all due respect for the dead
Scatter them at sea when they‘re deceased
Not paraded around in gloom to cause unease
Or as a center piece for living rooms
I’m not relieved to find it is a lizard on the shelf
To be exact, an exotic iguana family friend entombed
And to assume that fact makes this matter optimal
I beg to differ on that point and voice my opinion later
There must be a plot of ground outside
Or toilet somewhere to flush it down
But better left unsaid, as they are bereaved about the death
And I am their invited guest
Iguana tried consuming the family’s cat
Another favorite pet
It is surmise, that’s how it met its end
Ended up expired inside the urn
The receptacle was there and going nowhere on its own
I swear it follows me from room to room
By embers glow and ash, shadowing my every move
A brass smile casting off the urn, leaving me concerned
I could not take my leave
The container followed me
So I waited, fixated on the thing
Is it coming back to life to eat more bugs or me?
Finding that which is not there
Is easier in the dark
Rising to the occasion of the day that breaks
I must escape the premises to continue skiing
Into the frozen world outside I fly
With no discernible signs or paths to lead or learn
I get away, no time to say good-byes or find my way
Never again will I say; what’s in the urn
My dog is full of life and glee
But gentle and kind as should be.
She sits beside me day and night.
I have no fear that she will bite.
When troubles come we see them thru.
We live in a house of silvery white and golden hue.
And then she died.
Oh such a day.
The sorrows were heavy.
The tears they ran.
I am now alone in our golden span.
Remember her well.
Forget her not.
To honor her memory I chose this spot.
Remember her well.
Forget her not.
The joy she gave.
The love she got.
This was the 1st poem I wrote for school at 11 years old. My 1st dog
and constant companion had just died.
Now 50 years ago. By Carol Eastman
Contest: Small poem II: Motif: Epic
Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”
Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”
One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But, there, to his surprise…
Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”
He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.
Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”
Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.
Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed.
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.
Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he ‘d come on the double.
Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray,
“Lord, let this day be my last.”
For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one night,
Both quietly passed away.
The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….
Stood an old dog beside the stone,
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”
He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place.
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then turned and licked her face.
She smiled. “I had a dog when I was young...
a good one too. His name was Pal.”
I see her still in twilights shroud
At visions edge she’s standing still
She lives on for me, but makes no sound
Her presence felt , a loving glow.
She watches me with sightless eyes
The look that speaks but makes no sound
Where shadows spill she lingers now
But when I look I cannot see, just feel.
She should be here if fate were kind
My partner in the quite times
I miss the things she needed that I gave.
That giving soul that has now passed.
She waits, I know she does.
The bond that held will always be
She was my friend, my love, my charge.
Now my pain, my loss, my memory’s dear.
He was my best friend
His name was Snoopy
He was a beagle
My favorite pet.
I got him on Christmas day
He was just a little pup
I loved him so much
Then God took him away.
He was out hunting
He never came back
He was gone
Just like that.
I wonder every day
Where is he
I still miss him so
I cry at night
If I had a bottle of pills
I’d dump them out inside my mouth
Take the last few swigs of vodka
And swallow all of them down
If I had a big sharp knife
I’d drag the cold steel across my skin
If I thought for a moment it might
Bring this feeling to an end
I’d stare down the barrel
If I had a gun
Find the trigger with my finger
Pull it and be done
If I had a car
I’d park inside the garage
Leave the motor running
Till the poison filled my lungs
If I had a rope
I’d make myself a noose
Dangle there in my own doorway
Till somebody cut me loose
If I had someone to love
I'd probably treat them bad
Since that's all that I've known
In relationships of the past
If I had a heart in my chest
I'd be able to forgive and forget
But there is nothing left
Of that beating mass of flesh
So I'll just continue
Sitting all alone and in the dark
A typical evening in with the cat
Doesn't seem that bad after all.
I look outside to see your paw prints among the crystal snow
The perfect markings of your day of play until my friend you had to go
On the floor lays your ball and your new Christmas toys
The perfect markings left behind from my friend that brought me joy
In my heart is where i keep you to help me slowly mend
The eternal mark left behind from loosing my trusted friend
from his abc's
to that freaky billy jean
came a pop star
for all to love and see
from the apollo's stage
wondered if you were ready for screaming rage
for you never had a childhood of bliss
only done what was on joseph's list
a studded white glove
and white socks just because
a star on the hollywood walk of fame
for you sang and danced showing no shame
scandals of twisted truth
did not detour you from your missing youth
neverland was your own safari escape
who would figure your best friend would be a chimp of faith
michael may god cradle you in his arms
and basked in your king of pops worldly charm
will forever miss that porcelain smile
and always think of you on my radio dial
for now your at your heavens trial
may god forgive this lost and lonely child
In Loving Memory Of
Michael Joseph Jackson
Aug 29th 1958 - June 25th 2009
This pain in my heart is out of control,
for life without you has deeply wounded my soul.
Bitter-sweet memories flood my weary brain,
as this heartache and grief drive me insane.
Your part in my life, a blessing I treasure;
and love for my Coyote is far beyond measure.
You are at peace and suffer no pain.
This, alone, be my comfort to keep me half sane.
It's all about decay,
from the teeth in your head
to your childhood bed
and how he used to look at you that way,
looks that too soon turned to pity,
Here kitty kitty
come sit on my lap,
veins like a map,
listen for the nocturnal intruder
scratching like a rat,
we hear him, me and the cat,
we imagine him chewing on
the insulation of the wires,
envision the resulting fire,
and shudder at the thought of dying that way,
our nerves fray
the cat's claws pierce our paper-thin skin,
its protective barrier breaking down
and we look around
at the room choked with a lifetime's keepsakes
and wonder what difference it makes
and whether our passing will even be noted,
a life devoted
to idiotic mistakes,
for God's sake,
let somebody notice
before my body's become bloated,
let them come feed the cat,
he has been such a comfort as he cocks his ear
to the scratching at the door,
our mysterious guest,
who affords us no rest,
my hands shake with fear and dismay,
because in the end, it's all about decay.
Dipsey Doo who loved to just chew and chew
Whether socks rocks sticks or shoes
If you got close to Mom
She would nip at you too
Springer Spanial and twenty two
Blind as a bat and with a special hair doo
The loved she shared just grew and grew
Slept by our heads laps hips and legs she knew
Nipped at the Mailman's Milkman's and prowlers shoes
Without them having any kind of clue
But poor Dipsey Doo
Had to be put down cause of a viral flu
Mom Dad and us kids really felt blue
Because there was really nothing anyone could do
Buried next to her rocks sticks socks and shoes
Are lonely teardrops from the loss over you
The fire alarm went off
Water sprinklers came on
Near pups will not writeoff
Pups are my obsession
The floor and walls hotter
Dry hot air_no way out
Get faint start to totter
There's crash on door without
Master early today
He will care for me_pups
We can count on him to stay
His love grows in all ways
It's not him crash through door
He spots me; as I survey him
Shiver with pups on floor
He reaches_ touches rim
Container where pups lay
Places in pocket on coat
Fireman works swiftly this day
Concerned person take note
Who's here_need to be moved
Swiftly fireman moves now
To safety takes them improved
Flames leap; gone_ puppy chow
My life_pups was limited
Our time totally up
To be annihiliated
Fireman saved me _pups
My one_ only method
To say to him thanks_thanks
Is loving kiss slipshod
As he pets my scorched flank
(slipshod in this case:careless or messy)
Throw on her sweet roses for in quiet she reposes
Her heart was so very tired, I had to let her go
She will live forever in the mazes of my heart
My very best friend and my sweet little cat
She wanted so little in life but my lap
One happy day I will enter heaven
And find her waiting for me
This is my prayer, Lord
I will never forget
My sweet cat
Written, November 16, 2012
In memory of Peanut Kitty
Submitted to the contest, Any Old Poem
Tina - At Home In Our Hearts
Tina came to us as one in a pair
With a sweet disposition – beyond compare.
A loving heart was hers to give,
And give, she did as long as she lived.
Britney, on the other hand
Acted as one from an outlaw band
Poodle Rescue was their former home
From our care they would never again roam.
They reached their teens casting their spell
Till one dark day we heard the specter’s knell
A dreaded tumor was Tina’s fate
And her life became anything but great.
Grief was sown in hearts that day –
Hearts, that wanted her to stay.
We came to know that Tina’s fate
Would take her straight to Heaven’s gate.
So, a needle brought, an angel, sleep
And broken hearts were left to weep.
Now, Britney moans so soft and low
Wondering why Tina had to go.
Written by: John Posey
The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".
I remember the day Trixie died,
Sinbad staring out upon her grave.
No crying, just day after day, homage.
I couldn’t stand seeing the pain,
Nothing I did, petting, holding,
Could bring him away from the grave.
So down to the pet store I drove
Hoping for a partner to please
And found a pair of cuddles, babies
Arms wrapped together in play
One black one orange which should it be?
Orange like Sinbad or black?
But how could I take one from another
Leave another hole, so black and orange
Babies two, drew Sinbad back over
To sleep the peaceful sleep of cuddles
Warmth from another, held like a mother
Or held like a father, Sinbad was mine
Once more we could live in happy cheer
Death deserted from our midst
When the wonder of youth appeared.
He lay dying_ slowly did his life pass
Watching others as they moved about room
As his heart failed, fluid filled him enmass
More than his body could handle consume
Legs swollen so that look like muscle man
Stomach swollen sounds as ripe watermelon
Lived a good life years beyond most lifespan
Pain in eyes _ don't really need this athlon
God how can in life some have to suffer much
The depth of their suffering you have shown me
Through the death of this pet whose so soft touch
Touched our hearts to depth in death _ made me see
Instant death_ here; then gone_ suffering little
So sad_ long death slow torture overbattle_
I got really sick
Or else I was old,
I need to go now
My owners were told.
It happened so quick
I just went to sleep,
I hurt no longer
My owners would weep.
I went to heaven
And barked at the door,
"Please let me come in"
"I can play once more.
I know my owners
Are really so sad,
I usually was good
Yet sometimes was bad.
I had a good home
For that I was blessed,
I'll seem them again
When they lay to rest.
'They' tell me, now,
A husky-mix dog won't stay.
Tie 'em up, pen 'em,
Or the neighbor's complain.
So, I didn't even Look for another Cain.
But let me tell you,
My Cain dog was Husky.
Silver and grey and a
'from the toenails' growl...
But HE stayed, no chains.
Small town, Oklahoma, no leash.
Everybody knows everybody; me and Cain,
Bicycle riding, summer days.
Grandma Dugan waving,
Mr. John Long tossing out soup bones,
"Yonder's thet Earli and her dawg."
"Boy! Pur-D-hot! Wisht'id rain."
"Wonder whar she's going 'ta noon?"
Nap, doze, one more summer gone...
But...so was Cain.
"Hey Earlie? Thet you, girl?"
"Whar's thet big white dawg?"
"Oh yeah?" "Too bad." and "How'd he die?"
"You don't hardly seem like Earli,
Without thet white dog, Cain."
Ten long, hard years and lots of road.
But no white dog's shoulders
To share the good times...or the pain,
And...I don't hardly FEEL like Earli,
Without my white dog, Cain.
Sorrow overwhelms us as we think of you
Antics entertainment Heaven took from us
Sweet and kind and loyal knowing just the truth
Suddenly and unjustly without care or fuss
Agony continually storming upon us
For You always grasped the Tone of Human Soul
Restless, curious Needle Lengenthing our Gap
And Above in Heaven angels still behold
Still the Shadow of Your Presence Haunts us
Silent grief distressing more than moaning cries
It's been over a month since I've seen your face,
I hope you're in a better place.
When I see your saddening grave,
You seem so helpless and tremendously brave.
I'd love to be with you again,
To see you playing around in your pin.
I keep wishing on the brightest star,
Because I know just where you are.
When I look to the skies,
They remind me of your beautiful eyes.
I think you should know, my world is torn,
It takes skills, trying not to mourn.
My heart is fractured; it cannot be repaired,
The feelings from my soul cannot be shared.
Your fur so black, with specks of whites,
Remind me of the darkest nights.
My mouth whispers words of love,
Like the angelic voice of a precious dove.
Your eyes shine so lovingly bright,
To create such a beautiful sight.
I hold your image close,
Like nature does a rose.
The tears I shed are jewels from my heart,
Without you I have no idea where to start.
Missing you is all I can bare to do,
Wandering around without a clue.
Looking back at all those times I spent, thinking of you,
My heart is lacking what is needed, it needs something true.
I look over those days, wishing I could change the past,
But knowing it all came way too fast.
I'd always wanted a dog of my own,
And you were the best dog I'd ever known.
I'm sorry for all the times I pushed you down,
Instead of picking you up, off the ground.
The way your eyes used to glow,
Let your true colors show.
The date is carved in my heart,
Written on every piece of art.
And I'll keep wishing on the brightest star,
Until I'm right where you are.
I will never forget your loving face,
I know you're in a better place.
Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?
Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”
This day we free you from pain
Soulful companionship you gave.
Eyes of love looked over my disdain.
Tail of happiness wagged with rave.
Dalmatian your breed, with a loving creed,
Named, Heidi, in youth with innocent face,
Growing beautifully as a spotted breed,
You gave us love, we could never replace.
Mourn thee for a while, and then moved by style.
You loved me, now thee is free.
I have no denial, thou has heavenly compile.
We shall love thee, beyond eternity.
Skies are dark and dreary,
This day we won't forget;
Ol' Ollie was our favorite,
Far more than just a pet
A naughty lil' imp,
Knock-kneed and proud;
Meowin' like a siren,
Geez, that cat was loud!
It was on this frigid morning,
We lost our furry friend;
Reality's stunning anguish,
Death fails to comprehend
Spoiled rotten and witty,
You'd swear he was a dog;
A happy treat to pacify,
While sleeping like a log
Looking on the good days,
Diminished are the bad;
We lost a friend forever,
The best we've ever had
Death never comforts,
We failed to see your end;
Our tears concede to obscurity,
Farewell to a loyal friend...
I find it strange coming home
and not seeing you this evening
I know I shall never see your eyes again
but I shall always feel their gaze
anytime thoughts of you come to my mind
I can still hear your pitiful moan
the first day I kept you in the kennel
Forgive me for not realizing
that a spirit like yours
was not meant to be caged
After you were set free
how different and alive you looked
jumping around in the yard
with those precise energetic leaps
So goodbye my little Gypsy
I shall never see you again
but you will always dwell
in that secret spot in my heart
Thank you for the beauty
you brought into my life
November 4, 2013
Driving home from work it had
snowed all night again.
My car looked like a wedding cake
thickly frosted, and white.
I was tired and bleary and the roads were
slick and wet.
I drove home like an old lady in my
frosted blue Corvette.
And then I saw a sight that
made my poor heart lurch,
on an icy median across from
A black and white cat posed
like a loaf of bread,
he looked like he was sleeping but
I knew that he was dead.
I wish I could have saved him, given him
love and warmth and care,
But instead I just drove by him, I just
left him sitting there.
It was a little cold this morning.
Colder this morning
than any other so far this year.
Of course every day this year seems
colder than any year before.
It’s October now.
It’ll be my birthday soon.
I’ll be eighty-four… or twelve.
I guess it all depends on who’s counting.
My best friends came to visit me today.
We spent some time in the backyard
just enjoying one another’s company.
They seemed a little distant…
maybe sad, even.
They did their best to hide it from me,
but I could tell.
After a time of laughter,
love and hidden tears,
my best friend asked
if I wanted to go for a ride.
Never one to turn down an adventure,
I gladly accepted.
The wind in the truck
was more than I have been used to.
God how it made my bones ache.
But it was nice to be out.
It had been quite a while
since my last outing.
When we arrived at the lake
my friend could tell how bad I hurt,
so he helped me out of the truck.
My best friend and I walked a ways
and I could feel the sadness in him
coming to the surface.
But he didn't seem to want to talk about it.
I figured I’d just let him talk about it
if he wanted.
I wasn’t going to pressure him.
He just put his hand on my back
and told me he loved me.
Then he said he had something for me
as he tussled the hair on my head.
He pulled a bag of Goldfish Crackers
out of his pocket
and offered me some.
God knows I love Goldfish Crackers.
I smiled at him and thanked him.
I never eat them one at a time.
I always eat them by the mouthful.
Today was no different.
After my second helping
I glanced at my friend once more.
I swear he knew exactly what I was thinking.
I have no doubt how much he loves me...
I just wish I could tell him
how much I love him.
I glanced down at the remaining crackers
and as I began to eat them I was secretly hoping
that more might magically appear before me.
As I did, I heard a sound.
A sharp sound.
As much in the distance
as right above me.
I guess it was the sound that
Goldfish Crackers make
magically appear before you.
Because there they were.
And here they are.
I could eat Goldfish Crackers forever.
I wonder if there are Goldfish Crackers in Heaven.
©2010, R. Erin Lenth
I wrote this poem late in the evening after I put Sarah, my faithful Labrador
The taggy wailed dog
left all alone
head on her paws
sleeping on stone.
Tummy is empty
fur is undone
Eyes dimly see
rain is to come.
A voice softly cries
"Oh little one !
Will you come with
I am the sun"
Her tail wags once
her heart gives a
The waggy tailed dog
Slips into sleep.
Awakes to your arms
holding her dear
A dream she had
distant past clear.
She could be yours
She could be mine
One never knows
Until.. that time.
A place of goodbyes is the earth
Each generation we let go
Heaven_ place of hellos and mirth
Whitey went_ will there be rebirth
Or with animals only end though
A place of goodbyes is the earth
Sadness overwhelmed_she had worth
Was good ratter now receives gateau
Heaven_ place of hellos and mirth
While here on this earth, let me unearth
And expand on my good traits let grow
A place of goodbyes is the earth
I'll leave_ take spiritual rebirth
Put on my countenance's warm glow
Heaven_ place of hellos and mirth
All will leave in flight that is dearth
Now new body on me bestow
A place of goodbyes is the earth
Heaven_place of hellos and mirth
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