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Details | Rictameter | |

I'm a 9 Revised

                                    Zira
                         You bring me peace
                    With your head on my lap
                 I gently stroke your wavy hair
            Lovingly I bend to kiss your forehead
                Thanking God for giving me you
                    You have become my calm
                            My loyal friend 
                                    Zira


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Used my Path Number 9
09.15.2014
For Contest: Tell me your Number
Andrea Dietrich
3rd


Details | Free verse | |

It Was the Third of June

June Second at the beach we played scrabble He protested the use of “ode” I told him of the “Ode to Billy Joe” With friends we laughed the entire way home And when they left, Daniel proposed He tied a string 'round my finger, said it would be replaced by a ring It was the Third of June (another sleepy, sandy Florida day) When Daniel picked me up for a dip in Dog Lake I suggested we swim across He was reluctant, but swam anyway Reaching the middle of the lake “I can’t make it,” he called to me “You’re kidding,” I laughed, turning to see Daniel splashing futilely Although I tried to pull him to shore, We crossed underwater plants He must have thought they were snakes and broke away Dark water with tannic acid Where did he go? I screamed for help The search was underway when paramedics arrived Linking hands, everyone walked into the water But it was Daniel’s friend Art who found his hand “It was like he was reaching out to me,” he said Of course, it was too late My sweet man had met his fate And I made a vow Every June Third, I drive out to Dog Lake Remembering the good times we shared And praying Daniel found eternal rest
*Entry for Joann’s contest. True story.


Details | Free verse | |

A RAINY DAY

By ears and whiskers, ain't no more
A sadder thing that being in the dog house,
On a rainy day.
Make no bones about it, when momma's
Mad I'm hanging my head low.
Jo dirt has nothing on how bad this hound feels,
But honestly instincts roller, over road wisdom's,
Howling, but I'd mean it dearest sweet mommy.
With woofs and kisses can I  make it all better,
It's lonely on this side of the doorway.
With you out there and me in here.
Kibbles my bits I'd give up my
 Monthly allotment,
Of bacon bits for a true heart felt,
That a good boy one more time. 
If I could I'd bring you a beer,
Just to see that frown disappear.
Perking these two ears up to here,
Your laughter ring out at bed time.
Or a soft whispers friendly voice, speaking
Good night dear old friend.
All four paws down I won't do it again,
Cross this canine's fury little heart.
But the rain keeps falling,
As outside the sunshine is calling,
Our names to be together,
There's no tears like these rainy days.
So I'll sit patiently,
For the sun to rise again in your heart,
When ever that maybe,
Because simply put I'm loyalties pup,
Just waiting for you to bring me 
On the right side of 
The door once more.
To sit beside thee again.
A companion and dearest friend,
Always letting the sun to shine down
On us forever more.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








Details | Rhyme | |

No Dogs Allowed

dogs are loyal of course they are
but can a dog hold you in his arms
and i admit that they are cute
but what they love is in their snoot
you can take a dog on a walk
but you and that dog will never talk
and dogs will protect you when they can
but your best protection is with a man
buy a dog, feed a dog, chain a dog up
slavery is all it's known even from a pup
give a man your love and maybe he will be
the one thing you wish that that dog could be
open your eye's, let down the guard, call the dogs off
if your not careful an opportunity may be lost
i don't want to remove or replace any thing you love
a little time to be with you was what i was thinking of
maybe you could spare just a couple of minuts
can we have a conversation with no dogs in it


Details | Couplet | |

The Day The Dog Died

The Day The Dog Died

The very day her dog had died ;
she sat alone and cried and cried.

He'd been her companion for many a day ;
she thought he'd be there when SHE went away.

She wept and wept all through the night ;
somehow, her husband would make it all right.

They got in the car and went to the pound ;
she, so discouraged, just looked at the ground.

"Pick out another", her old husband said ;
"You have to face it, your boy dog is dead."

Then the old lady walked slowly outside ;
tears rolled down her face, she wanted to hide.

Up rambled an old dog, a female was she ;
crawled into their car, as bold as could be.

The dog sat patiently waiting there ;
not moving a muscle, going nowhere.

"She just picked us out !", the old lady cried ;
"I thought I'd have no friend till' the day I died."

Now both the old girls sit in a chair;
discussing the world and going nowhere.

That little dog had a very sad past ;
now, she has someone to love her, at last.

She's given the dog a name, Dee Dee,
she listens intently, her chin on Mom's knee.

They pass the long hours being together;
in rain or snow, through all kinds of weather.

So, if this is a  "dog's life", lucky is she;
there's just not a  better place to be.

Perhaps they will leave on the very same day,
for, to each, there is no other possible way.

I think of them often....they'r gone from this earth;
I'm nearing her age and I  not nearly her worth.

Although. three little dogs sit on my bed;
listening and playing and tilting their heads,
at each and everything I say;
like it was important in some sort of way.

I understand the importance of each little creature ;
to someone, somewhere, for they are the teachers.






Details | Rhyme | |

Pal

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,
Bob 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 grave, 
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.”


Details | Rhyme | |

Tige

(Circa 1910) Grandpa had a bulldog whose name was Tige. They were close – as close as honey and bees. If Grandpa felt a cold comin’ on – Well Ol’ Tige was the one who would sneeze Grandpa was noted for his wealth and generosity. His love for me was demonstrated when he paid my college fees. The love he held for Tige was almost the same for me. And ol’ Tige was always with Grandpa wherever he might be. College life was different then, separation was the norm. And years at Alma Mater meant years far from the farm. Students have it difficult and allowances soon shrink So, short of money there, I soon began to think. Grandpa, bless his giving heart, quickly came to mind That bulldog owned his generous heart – if somehow I could find Some way to convince my grandpa to increase the money sent -- I came upon a devious plan – and this is how it went. I wrote and told my grandpa, “There’s things you ought to know. The things they’re doin’ here at school will set your heart aglow.” “They’re takin’ all these sorts of dogs – it came as quite a shock Grandpa, you won’t believe me, they’re teachin’ dogs to talk.” Now grandpa loved ol’ Tige so much it didn’t take him long To ask how much would it take to send ol’ Tige along? Well, when I gave a figure, Grandpa was satisfied If this crazy scheme was figured out, there’s no place I could hide. I kept feeding grandpa all sorts of good reports How Tige was a star pupil and mascot of all sports Two years passed and soon there came the time to take Tige home Grandpa was so excited -- Tige was never more to roam. Grandpa came runnin’ when I stepped down off the train. His eager eyes were searching for what he’d never see again. “Where’s ol’ Tige?” he asked, as we began to walk. “He’s not comin’.” I replied, “C’mon we need to talk.” This morning I was shaving in the bathroom by the sink And Tige was justa talkin’ when he looked at me and winked. “Ya know’ he said, “I’ll be so glad to be back home at last.” There are some things I’ve thought about that went on in the past.” “I was standin’ at the mirror with my razor in my hand Ol’ Tige was talkin’ ‘bout some things he couldn’t understand. I could not believe the lies he told – things he’d seen first hand Like the times he saw you wrestlin’ with that female hired hand.” His words just lit a fire with the pictures that he painted I almost couldn’t help myself – Grandpa, I nearly fainted. It seems that I lost it some and when I finally woke, I’d grabbed him by the backa his neck and cut his lyin’ throat. I know grandpa was shaken, I saw it in his eyes. A look of consternation he could not disguise He seemed to be relieved, as he looked at me and said, “Now, Son, I really need to know, are you sure ol’ Tige is dead?” Years have hidden the truth of this deception that I wrought. I’m the one who wove deceptive tales that everybody bought. But when the truth is told at last and no more lies are found You’ll gladly find an ending that surely will astound. Grandpa? -- He now lives with Jesus, and me? -- I’m headed there. Tige? – I know he’s still around though I shouldn’t tell you where. We made a pact some years ago when things went awfully bad. For years he’s been the best darn mascot my school ever had.


Details | Free verse | |

not me two cats and a mangy dog

the rain fell 
outside 
dogs and cats
Sunday 
was late in coming
rolled over in bed 
played dead

until a red 
long haired cat
named Fred
sat 
on my head
and my face 
turned red

then a stray 
mangy yellow dog
named Yellow
decided to play 
with me
chased Fred away
and decided to stay

his body heat 
was hot
and I rolled over in bed
until a cool fat black cat 
named Frank 
chased Yellow
outside to the riverbank


Frank the cool fat black cat 
started to scat 
at the top of his range
at the edge of my bed
his blues 
went straight 
to my head

then Yellow and Fred 
returned 
with guitar and bass
and played backup
to Frank
while I played the bed
to save face

it was all 
going swell
until my neighbors 
who didn’t like our chops
banged a different tune 
on the wall
and called the cops

they broke down
the door
and took away us four
along with our instruments 
less the bed of course
into a paddy wagon 
we sped 

it was in a cell 
with a cot
that we realized that we were hot
to trot
and started our prison band called 
not 
me two cats and a mangy dog


Details | Free verse | |

The Little Dog ( Scotty )

The Little Dog ( Scotty )

I’m only a small female
Little legs you see
The other two are huge
Males big pawed and hairy
Great tongues lolling
But they protect me
They are nice to me
I’m only small

The human is a giant !
If I look straight ahead
I can only see the shins
And while the other two are off
Galloping and romping
I am trotting behind
Little legs you see
But the human
He waits for me

I think the human is male
He must be
As I feel so drawn to it
And its kind hands
And kind eyes
He must be male
I am female
I know these things

I love to go out walking
The human he takes us all
All three !
I have to skip over boulders
Which to them are just pebbles
And sometimes all of them
Have to wait for me patiently
Little legs with little paws you see

I love them all
Especially the human
And especially when he feeds me
Even more when he tickles my tummy
Do you know he built a little house for me
Just for me
I curl up on pillows at night
Nice warm and cozy

So because I love him
And even though I am rather small
I growl and bark
When he needs protecting
And I can see him smiling
So I know I am being a good girl

The human has a “ H U G E ” kennel
So big a dog could get lost in
And when he returns from being gone
He always lets us in
But never up those little floors
Which go to the place he uses for sleeping

Never mind
I am content
Like the other two 
To curl on the soft fluffy bit of the floor
And wait dozing
Occasionally sniffing about 
The place food is kept in
Till the time comes
For us all to go out walking

And then I can barely contain myself
In jumps and circles
While the other two are whimpering and whining
Time for them to go off running, snuffling and playing
While behind I follow
Steadily trotting
Little legs you see
But the human
He waits for me





Details | Free verse | |

Moon In Auburn

Moon In Auburn


As the stars were heaped upon a mantles Shangri-La
The miniature toy town beneath its cape 
Quiet hung in yellow golden windows lit
So silent in the dales and woods blanket
The dog fox cry echoed from the moon
Crisp and cloudless chill less coldness
With the twin of the moon fluxed silver blue
In the tiny handmaidens mirror of reflection
Natures dark slept beneath the shadows of her hand

And she crept in dreams
Within the tip toe of cats
Rendered the night through amber eyes
Glistening on the turns of lovers kisses
For all the endless that she misses
Arched above an eternal sky
She is drawn to the moss of rocks
And clings in branches hung with lichen
To the feathered damp of leaves
Which catch her spark

Just a whisper footfalls breezes shifter
In the country lanes of ancient mazes
By stone wall and rabbits foot
Close upon the dandelions head
With all the disguised colours leaping on unseen acoustics
Were hidden amongst rivulet beds
Catching the silver blue
The dog fox cry echoed from the moon
And swung out the flax upon the stars

Fingers traced their destiny within those pinpoint suns
A pattern constellation traits of has; she was born
The atonement of steady reckoning he had
Cut in trough on the ploughed earth
Where all the seeds of tomorrow had been scattered
With all their promises of a seasons ripening 
Old songs sung of proud man “John Barleycorn”
And the distillation of his bone and marrow

And while the stars piled high on their Shangri-La
Recounted the lost tales of lovers in forgotten times
All the memories fell in auburn locks
And swept upon the Luna light shores
The twin she fluxed in silver blue
And the dog fox cry echoed from the moon 



Details | Free verse | |

THOUGHTS

The beach this morn was wonderful
The waves came thrashing down
They were wild and white and foaming
And their voices thundered round

A lonely figure walked the sand
Her head bent down and sad
And if you were up closer
You could see the tears where out

The sky was dark and cloudy
The rain was falling light
The wind was napping somewhere
And the water felt like ice

I watched that figure walking
With a black dog by her side
A memory in me stirred somewhere
Of times that where not right

She pulled her jacket closer
As if to shut it out
The thoughts that did invade her
Or memories that did shout

And all the times the waves came in
They didn’t ever change
They licked her feet and washed them
And then went out again.

As I sat there and I watched her
That figure all alone
I wondered if she registered
The lack of sun that shone

The day seemed very fitting
For one so sad as she
The misty rain, the dampened air
The water round her feet. 

I wondered as I watched her
From whence her thoughts did come
Had someone precious died here
Or had a love undone

She didn’t even see me
Her thoughts so far away
I think if there where people here
She maybe wouldn’t stay

There was nothing I could do here
Her thoughts where all her own
I felt she needed solitude
And time to mull the groan

I stood there, and I left then
A lonely figure, I
I pulled my jacket round me
My black dog by my side.


Details | Sonnet | |

The Dog's Life

Some people say dogs are complicated
others will say we have mistreated them
some humans make dogs very frustrated
rarely are dog houses clean as a gem

man and dog have lived together for years
they’re not just men’s best friends they’re women’s too
and some owners and their dogs shared some beers
no one should think of doghouse as a zoo

as an infant a dog was always there
maybe that’s why I respect them today
I believe most dogs should be treated fair
some humans are abusive it's no play

dogs are just like children they want love too
pet them and love them and a bone to chew


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


Details | Sonnet | |

God Spelled Backwards

It’s no coincidence that the word God spelled backwards is a word that we all know for something by which we are often awed - a creature, which unfailingly, can show amazing grace toward any one of us! Our canine friend does not care how we dress or if we’re rich or poor. He makes no fuss when we do not endeavor to impress the way we do among our human kind! Love without judgment from this animal is like that of our Christ, whose love is blind to flaws and won’t desert us when we fall. This facet of God’s love is what I see when my sweet dog’s brown eyes watch over me. Finally entering this poem i wrote for Deb's contest. I don't recall the theme being exactly the way it is now described at the contest page, but I will enter this one anyway, for what it's worth!


Details | I do not know? | |

PAWPRINTS IN YOUR HEART

When a person gets a dog
they know they'll love it so,
but never can anticipate
how that love will grow.

A dog will be your faithful friend
loyal brave and true,
companion and protector
and always there for you.

Through the playful puppy days
chewing things and bouncy ways,
you'll think of them with fondness
and wish they wouldn't fade away.

As an adolescent dog
never tiring, chasing sticks.
Always walking by your side
or learning to perform new tricks.

Through the seasons, through the years,
you'll watch your old dog grow.
Eventually the time will come,
time to let him go.

Although it will be painful,
and many tears you'll cry.
He'll know how much you love him
when it's time to say goodbye.

So if you want to get a dog,
be warned right from the start
because although someday he'll leave you,
he'll leave pawprints in your heart

in memory of Ben


Details | Tanka | |

Strange Love

Why do I love you?
When I look into your face
Your teeth are too big,
That nose is extremely long.
Yet all I want in a dog.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.08.2014


Details | Ode | |

Ode to Humphrey

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".



Details | Rhyme | |

My Buddy

I miss you already, Buddy.
You’ve been the apple of my eye.
When I think of life without you,
It makes me cry. It makes me cry.

Oh, so many moments we've shared together,
From romping mischief and tummy rubs to those pesky fleas;
And nothing’s better than my puppy’s kiss;
You always try your very best to please.

You always curl up with me on the bed.
You always meet me at the door.
You run and jump and bark with such excitement.
Yes, Buddy, I know you couldn’t love me more.

And when all others fail me, Buddy,
My best friend is always there.
Through my very worst of times,
Your eyes and your attention said,  “I care”.

Five to seven years for every one of mine
Is so little time... it’s hardly fair.
It must be God’s way of saying,
“Love them now… and well.  
There’s precious little time to spare”.

But, if I should go before you, Buddy,
Love your new master without reserve;
And they will love you as you love them. 
It’s what a great pup like you deserves.  

I miss you already, Buddy.
You’ve been the apple of my eye. 


Details | Couplet | |

Bambi and lily

   Who would have guessed/ the love carried for a beagle no less

   Lily howling at the moon/ with ears long as her toes our coon

   she gave birth to Bambi with no tail/ jack a be , 3 yrs later she is ours still

   no describing the love for our girls / dressed in pink shirts and curly frills

   the girls don't like when we leave home / they show us for leaving them alone

   the pillows torn and howling non stop / we love our girly beagles until we drop


Details | Couplet | |

Life Without Dogs

What is it about dogs that make us love them so
I suspect a life without them is not the full show

Dogs are there for us, whenever we need
Without judgment, or intent to mislead

Their lives seem so simple, no stress, or strident demands
Eating, sleeping, playing, waiting simply to obey our commands

Even when times seem most intense
Just watching a dog sleep can help make some sense

Of things that are important, and those that are not
When dogs are up and alerted, that’s when one should possibly be fraught

What do you think gives them their sometimes fitful dreams?
I’ve often wondered, what is a dog extreme?

Maybe they worry for us, and that’s what frightens them so
Or it may just be a chase that was prematurely let go

Their lives can provide perspective on what really matters
Unconditional friendship and love that doesn’t leave one in tatters 

If you’re looking for solace, some piece of mind
Look no further than a dog, a companion so inclined

Max, Woody, Huck, Bodie, Boomer and Jake
All wonderful companions through life and some heartache

I wouldn’t change a thing, grateful they were part of our being
Their memory sustains us when we’re having trouble seeing

So I suggest, a life without dogs is less than it should be
Maybe think about a faithful companion, and see what it could be


Details | Elegy | |

farewell to my dog

silence when i open the door
silence when i close it again
no one to make a noisy fuss
no one to welcome me in
no one barks at the mailman
no one brings the little ball
no one chomps the squeaky toy 
but love still comes to memories call


Details | Free verse | |

The rain which brought me back to my childhood

The rain which brought me back
To my childhood


It is heavily raining, while I am writing these lines.


Opposite my house it was raining all around,
I could see only rains and the showering clouds every where
Loaded with the rain drops and water to engulf everything.
A Street female dog with its two puppies
Was lying on a small gravel heap to protect her puppies,
The more she tried to take them under her small belly
More the rain started flooding the roads and even the footpath.
 My wife was asking me to do something to protect,
The female dog and her two small puppies or else they die.

Taking small umbrella of my wife on my head, 
I took a thick polythene big bag and cut it to
Cover a bigger area to protect the road female dog and the puppies and
Came out of my house gate in bathroom slippers only,
To feel and touch the beauty of rainwater,
Once again after many- many years.

After crossing the road I reached near the dog
When I look into her eyes, the female dog was telling a different story,
The language of silent thanks I could read in her eyes,
As she was helplessly trying to protect the puppies
Without anything to support her thoughts.


After stretching the polythene on them 
And putting two three small bricks on both ends
I felt a sigh of relief from the coverage of the dogs.

My wife became really happy, when she saw, 
The puppies and the female dog under a sheet of protection,
The joy and satisfaction in her eyes was bigger than that of me,
Because, animals and birds are always,
Her greatest weakness and strengths too.

While crossing the road to reach my house back
I touched and faced the waves of rain water 
Touching my foots and my legs too and they were
Forcing me to remain there, to experience water streams,
Running on the roads, when it rains so heavily.

In those memorable moments,
I really wanted to take a paper boat like a child
And to throw them on the water running all around me 
For a moment I was in my real childhood days.

O thank you God and thank you O Nature and your lovely rains
For giving me an opportunity to once again
Be in my childhood days.

Ravindra

Kanpur India 30th June 2011 2.00 pm. IST

The Photo of the female dog with its puppes, which I took when the Rains were 
over is placed on face book page
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/photo.php?fbid=196894523694537&set=a.114474218603235.25716.100001219732381&type=1&theater


Details | Quatrain | |

Cats or Dogs?

Dogs love to chase cats
And cats love to tease.
They race up a tree 
Then do as they please.

Dogs love to play 
To bark and sleep 
But most of the all
They love to eat.

Cats love to relax
On a warm sunny sill. 
At night they chase mice
When it's quiet and still. 

It’s hard to choose
The best one for me,
Because I find both
Are great company. 

I can take a dog for a walk
But a cat's right there, 
Waiting to be loved 
Curled up on a chair. 

A dog gives you kisses,
A cat purrs when it's glad,
Both make you feel better
Whenever you're sad. 

With a dog and a cat
There are tricks you can teach,
But which one should I choose? 
I must have one of each!


For "One For the Kiddies contest" by Joe Flach


Details | Elegy | |

Elegy for a Duchess

Who would believe your slim elegant body would win my affection, 
when you gracelessly step on toes? Your soft doe skin of cream 

spotted brown, floppy ears I threaten to turn into gloves as a joke.
Through many chain jangle calls for walks where you race and lunge 

and bark fighting for the right to be with me, how could I turn you away?
When you almost die I am ready to give you away to death, hating the sick 

green puke, you become skinnier despite the surgery until finally
one simple shot brings you back to us alive, slurping our hands and faces. 

Busy days of science and humanities and government tucked up in a chair, 
I forgot you, but you begged let me even eat your apple. let me sit in your lap 

but you’re so big now you don’t fit and don't like apple. Chocolate chips cookies, though, a whole batch scarfed from the table and then you wiggle and wag tail,

snarl, your teeth clenched when I offer just one more. We all know who is guilty,
not you, your innocence, your steadfast defense, says it is our family who has forgot. 

Finally, it is too late. You hurt too bad, spine enflamed, barely able to walk
or eat. Tomorrow your last day. I pick up the chain, you race happy to join me

down the row of maples losing their last autumn leaves, where my brother and I lead  you plodding like an old man, stopping to breathe, and I see stars in my eyes, 

saying goodbye. Goodbye to the lady of our family, the Dalmatian Duchess 
who loved us best, walked beside us through our childhood days like a guardian.

11-16-2013


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DOG NAMED BLUE

I had a plain pet rock 
Before it was a fad
I longed for a puppy
Wasn't allowed by dad
So I'd just pretend 
It was my shaggy dog
We'd go on walks
And jump over logs
We'd lay in the grass
And take in the rays
Me and my pet rock
On summer dog days
When school started
I'd take him with me
Kept in my pocket
No one could see
This boy had a dream
Now it's come true
Me and my son
Have a dog named Blue

Contest: Regina's "Animal Poem"
Date: 9-29-14


Details | Rhyme | |

The Cowboy Painting

I sit upon the sun-room wall
The man I was painted for has gone
Parted this life, now is pain free
Left 4 daughters who miss him so

His love for cowboys was well known
In charity shops the shelves would scour
For books and movies to be shown
Would watch and watch by the hour

His second love was Bruce Lee
Those movies he loved to see
Then there was rugby at the ref did shout
From his chair because he couldn’t go out

But so proud to be Welsh
On St David’s day would wear
 his Daffodil  with pride and
sing Cym Rhondda for all to hear

Now my 2 pictures look down and see
An old dog looking up at me
Am sure I saw the old dog wink
Nah it couldn’t, could it be he?

The Avatar is one of the above  mentioned painting I painted												


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Old Man And His Dog

The old man and his faithful dog relish their daily stroll.
'Tis the autumn of their lives, alas, time doth take its toll!
He's not as spry nor is his dog as rowdy as he used to be.
He rests upon a bench, the dog's head reposing upon his knee.

The old man muses and scratches his old pal's ears,
Recalling the companionship they've enjoyed o'er the years.
The dog gazes with soulful eyes and nuzzles a gnarled hand,
Ever alert to obey the old man's every subtle command!

He got him as a puppy when he was just a few weeks old.
The old man took pity on the little runt, truth be told!
But with tender love and care he grew to be a handsome lad,
And became the most loyal friend the old man ever had!

He recslls simple play when he tossed him balls and sticks,
And teaching the old fella the usual silly doggy tricks.
The times his grandkids yanked his ears and pulled his tail.
The patient dog would playfully chase them without fail!

No more are they able to tramp o'er fragrant fields of clover,
And their days of hunting game and birds, alas, are over.
They're both content to spend their evenings nigh a glowing flame,
The dog lying at the old man's feet, dreaming of chasing game!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


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Here Lies Blacky

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.


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My Puppy

My puppy sure loves to lick me
He thinks I’m a lollypop.
Every time I get home he attacks me
Then kisses me nonstop.

You’d think I was gone forever
When I just left the house for the mail,
He is right at the door when I get back
With a rapidly wiggling tail.

He wants to eat everything I do,
Mom says, that’s not good for a dog.
We want to keep him fit and healthy
So daily we go for a jog.

My toys are all tattered and ragged
My socks are his ultimate aim,
Doesn’t matter how much it upsets us
He thinks it’s all some kind of game.

I know he’s a bit of a stinker
That always wants to be fed.
But I sure am in love with my puppy,
Every night when we cuddle in bed.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
2012


Details | Romanticism | |

Evening walk on the beach

I walked alone
along a sandy and lonely beach.
The raging waves from the sea
crashed onto the slimy sea shore.
The riding waves were white and bare,
but when they violently crashed, turned white and black.

I walked along the lonely beach.
Listening to the seagulls chatting
on silver rocks and boulders.

I sat near the shore.
The waves coing in and out
crashing violently on the silver rocks and boulders.
I sat there, lonely skipping pebbles into the vase and endless sea.
The waves came in and swallowed the pebbles, I threw its way.

The sea crabs wabbling from side to side, came up from the shore.
They kept me company on a lone and quiet evening.
A lone dog walking without an owner
came and curled up next to me,
and barked at the chattering seagulls.
They flew in panic toward the setting of the Red Sun,
and disappeared into the evening paradise.

The lone dog gazed upon the red sheld sea crabs,
and chased their wabbling bodies away
back down to the slimy sea shore.
And at the setting of the evening, I was alone.

Soon I had seen something
that had shocked me,
A young and beautiful gypsy woman.
She crossed my path along the lonesome beach.
All of a sudden the beach became full with love and life of all kind.

The lilacs, and roses, and violets and daisies
grew tall and bloomed, like madmen.
The waves pulled in by the full moon,
that shinned upon me and the Gypsy Woman.
She was decorated with ragged skirts and blouses,
with shinny, white pearls around her neck,
and golden bracelets around her wrists.

She smiled at me.
I smiled back at her.
Her hair black, with a vail of flowers around her head.
She stopped me and held my hand.
I was astonished and afraid.

What was this stunning and beautiful woman doing to me?
A victim of lost love and heartbrake.
I had no money, no jewlery.
I asked her what she wanted.
She replied with loneliness in her voice;
"To be loved."

I pulled her in, and kissed her,
and whispered softly in her ear,
decorated with silver earrings;
"Me too."

We joined hands and walked the lonesome sandy beach.
Listening to the waves, now softly coming in and pulling out.
The shore, now not so slimy, 
and the silver rocks and boulders sleeping so peacefully.
I turned to her and she smiled at me.
I held her in my arms and kissed her upon her sweet brow.


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Mayday Memories

As a child at play In the merry month of May Wallowing the hours away As one would surely say Lying neth old sweet gum tree… sipping a glass of sassafras tea A pork chop tied to my neck you see… possibly the dog will play with me The sky is my dominion galore… Blue infinity of divinity and more A thunder head rumbles with a roar Childhood imaginations explore Ole Brownie at my side Constant companion abide The heart of hog dog inside Now roams heaven with pride One day my own Adamantine Will see again this dog of esteem Many frayed earthly forms I’ve seen And blossoms of May in beauty’s esteem by John Moses Freeman


Details | Sonnet | |

The Ghost Of Ole Blue

Old Jim Hasselgrove lived out by the river bank
where you'd see him sometimes cookin 
viddles on a small wood stove
now Jim's best friend was a dog named Blue
cause no matter where Jim went Blue was sure to be there too 
like soft butter spread on bread those two were meant to be
so it was that the years passed by
yet that dog Blue never left Old Jim's side
then one day somethin mighty awful happened
seems Old Jim had gone up and passed away
everyone in town thought  Jim should've had a church grave
but loyal Blue stayed by old Jim's shack
which in the end is where they buried Old Jim 
and where some swear the ghost of ole Blue still remains today


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Circle of Life - A Pet Story

It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
   his untimely end.

He mourned his loss every day
And looked for Shadrack everywhere.
He’d mew and moan as if to say,
“We were friends.  I do care.”

Then one night, an eerie howl
Awoke me from my sleep.
He’d found Shad’s toys and left no doubt
That his feelings did run deep.

So our tedious search began
To find another likely pup;
But while my poor wife still grieved,
Could another measure up?


We went to Second Chance and Free to Live.
She just could not make up her mind.
She loved them all; but, if she picked just one,
The rest would have to stay behind.

Then, quite by chance, there was a “pound pup”
Who’d been picked up from the streets.
He was a mutt, a “schnauza-pug”;
But he was awfully sweet.

He jumped up and kissed her frantically.
He seemed aware of his “iffy” situation.
He made the best of his opportunity.
Tears of joy told her elation.

“This is the one”, she smiled through tears,
As she held him oh, so tight.
“I’m sure that Jorg will like him too.
Everything will be alright”.

And so it was, until one day
When old Jorg did pass away…

There was no hesitation on this sad occasion;
Come Saturday morning, we went straight 
   to the pound,
Open minded and hoping to be “saviors”,
Surely a nice cat was to be found.

“Sadly”, the lady said,” three kitties have only today.
There’s Andre and Panda and another one too”.
My wife smiled and said, “Jorg was your boy.  You pick.
They’re both beautiful cats.  It’s up to you”.

As I pondered this commitment
Another cat, a young one, caught my eye.
Like Jorg, he was a common gray tabby.
Fond memories were stirred.  I almost cried.

On closer look, his name was Boris;
And, strangely, he was number three.
There was a small sign on his crate,
“I don’t like other cats and other cats don’t like me”.

But there was character in his eyes and he was cute.
He was rolling and purring and stretching.
He seemed to look deep into my heart
And did his best to be quite fetching.

But because he was just a common gray tabby,
And because of the little sign,
His chances were slim, his future quite dim
And one day is precious little time.

For a moment I was lost in his eyes
And I heard his desperate plea, 
“I’m a swell cat and litter box trained.
Take me.  Please, take me”.

“Well”, my wife urged, “is it Andre or Panda”?
“One of us will take the other kitty.”, two older ladies chimed.
“You can each have one ladies”, I said with a smile.
I want Boris and he wants to be mine”.

In just hours he was romping and rolling with Pepper,
Who had happily welcomed his new friend.
Boris was a perfect fit, an affirmation;
The Circle of Life never ends.

Much more Joy than Sadness in this Circle,
And there should never be regrets.
Honor their memories and all the love they share,
Never break the Circle, never be without a Pet.


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My Dog and Me

                                    Lord help me to be
                                    the person my dog
                                    thinks I am


Details | Rhyme | |

Two's Magic Nose

Such a nose had Ol’ Blue.
Best in south Missouri... everybody knew.
Could smell a pheasant across the plain.
Could point a covey in a hurricane.
That’s the way the legend goes.
Ol’ Blue had a “magic nose.”
 
As Blue got older, his master’s mind would drift away
To a place where he and young Blue used to play. 
In the mornings, sitting over his coffee cup
He found it sad there were no pups.
He thought it would be such a shame
If the only memory was Ol’ Blue’s name.
 
So, Jim was compelled and full of pride;
He made a search, far and wide,
To find Ol’ Blue a suitable mate.
No doubt, his offspring would be great.
It seemed likely, he supposed,
At least one pup would have his “magic nose.”
 
She was a Champion Miss from New Orleans,
A beautiful “red” named Cajun Queen.
But Blue suddenly passed away, before the pups were born.
Jim was broken hearted.  He and “Queenie” mourned.
Then came the litter, but there was only one.
Jim struggled for hope; after all, he was Ol’ Blue’s son.
 
Dappled and lanky, a handsome little cuss,
He looked just like Blue.  Jim made such a fuss.
Naming this pup would require no ado.
It was obvious.  Officially, he would be “Blue Two.”
Oh yes, these were mighty large tracks to fill.
“Can he?”, folks asked.  Jim would say, “Heck yes he will!”

So his nickname became “Two” and he seemed to be smart.
Soon it was time for his training to start.
The basics went well, but Jim’s outlook grew very dim
When, instead of pointing, Two would wag and jump and bark at him.
Oh, Two seemed to be trying; but try as he might,
He just could not seem to ever get it right.

“Blue’s son or not, he’s got to go!”
Jim found Two a “pet home” far away, in Tupelo.
On his way back, he stopped in Texarkana.
Been too long a time since he’d seen his sister Hannah.
Six days and six pounds later, he was back on his way.
Work at the farm was callin’ and he’d be drivin’ all day.
 
He thought about Ol’ Blue and wondered if and when
He’d ever have a birddog as good as Blue again.
Oh, he knew another “magic nose” was just a far off dream;
After all, it wasn’t something any man could scheme.
A “magic nose” was a gift from God, only given to a few;
And he was proud and very lucky just to have known Ol’ Blue.
 
As he turned into his drive, he broke into a smile.
“Why… I can’t believe it!  It…It must be 300 miles!”
Two was on the porch, thin and dirty; but he struck a handsome pose.
Jim ran and hugged Two hard.  “How’d you get back?  Lord only knows!”
Suddenly Jim realized; and struck with awe, he slowly rose.
A tear trickled to his smile.  “Why Two… you have a “magic nose!”
 
Two and Jim are best of friends, together everywhere.
From milkin’ cows to bedtime, Two is always there.
Jim doesn’t hunt much anymore, now Two’s a rescue dog.
Just last month, he saved a little girl lost in Cooley’s Bog.
Jim struts and tells proud, heroic stories;
While Two wags and jumps and barks, and shares his glory.
 
Jim boasts, “Like father, like son!”, then speaks fondly of Blue;
But all know the largest tracks to fill are those of Two.
His deeds are known far and wide,
And fill Jim’s heart with love and pride.
For with every rescue, the legend grows;
About a dog named Two, and his “magic nose.”


Details | Narrative | |

Walter

He stood and aimlessly watched the parade of patrons and volunteers that wandered daily past his kennel.  All so familiar, so ordinary.  Just like every other day he mused.  Nothing new.  Nothing special.

Moving to the small crumpled blanket near the back of his cage, he turned several times and finally curled up, head on his paws, positioned so that he could watch the activity around him.  But in reality, he was bored.  It had been a long time since he had met each morning with anticipation.  Too many days.   Too much disappointment.  He would leave all that barking and racing to the front of  their cage to the younger pups who hadn’t figured out yet that the cute ones went first.  It didn’t really make any difference what you did to attract attention if you weren’t young or cute, or both.

Too much time had gone by to participate in the charade.  In reality, Walter had seen a lot of people that he would rather not spend a lot of time with.  You know the type.  Kind of hyper, bouncing from stray to stray, looking for a perfect dog.  Kids poking their fingers  through the kennel screen or banging on it.  Some even making barking sounds.  He didn’t need any of that and was glad when they were gone.

Walter was very picky.  Set in his ways after so many years.  He had had it good for  a long time.  An only dog in a household of two people that let him be himself.  No tricks. No stunts.  Just long naps and daily walks.  A yard to himself to reflect on what was for dinner.  He had been fond of his doggy bed in their bedroom.  Each night he would help his owner walk through the house turning off the lights and checking the doors before they climbed the stairs together.  And there was always one last good night pat before settling down.

But those days were gone now.  First one had become ill and went to the hospital and never came back.  The other one changed overnight, spending long days, sitting mostly.  The walks became less frequent.  Walter did what he could.   He could see it in their eyes that they were hurting from their loss. He would make a point of laying his head in their lap, trying to let them know that he missed them too.  At times like this, he instinctively knew that although it remained unsaid, they only had each other.

He remembers well the day that his owner snapped a leash on him and said, “well Walter, I’m afraid we have to say goodbye.  I have to go to a place where they won’t let me keep you, so I am going to have to let you go.”  Walter could see the tears in his eyes.  He knew it would do him no good to whine or resist.  It was obvious there were no alternatives.  And besides, it would just make it harder on his owner.  But he was going to miss him.  It was not going to be easy to adjust.

But adjust he did.   He had been here a long time now and had seen countless pups and dogs  trot past his cage with light hearts and  new owners, heading off with new found hopes and expectations.  But it soon became obvious that there weren’t a lot of people that wanted an old yellow hound.  Everyone wanted the young ones.  So here he lay, dozing a bit, but still keeping an eye on those walking by, many giving him but a glance before moving on.

He heard them before the saw them.  ”Honey” the voice said.  ”That looks like Walter, old Mr. Whitney’s dog.”  Walters ears perked up a little.  ”Do I know them” he thought.  ”They seem to know me”.  I’d better go take a closer look” and with that, he stood and slowly ambled toward his kennel gate, giving a cautious wag of his tail.

“It is him” the man said.  ”Walter, how you doing boy?  Do you remember me?”

And upon closer inspection, Walter did remember him.  He used to live right across the street.  He would see him in his yard and if Walter were to ramble over, he usually had a dog treat in his pocket.  With the recognition, Walter gave a little stronger wag and moved toward the fingers extended through the fencing.  It was good to see an old friend.

“What do you say hon” the man said.  ”How would you feel about bringing Walter home with us?”

Walter looked at the woman and saw her nod in agreement.  ”You wait here and I’ll go find a volunteer.”

The man bent down and said “What do you think Walter?  Would you like to go home with us?”

Actually, Walter decided, he could think of nothing he would like more.  A chance to go back to the old neighborhood with people he already knew.  What was there not to like.

Soon the woman returned and the gate opened.  A leash was snapped on Walter and together they proceeded past the rows of dogs and puppies, all vying for their attention.  Walter couldn't help but stand a little straighter, stepping a little more lightly, showing off.  ”This is what going home looks like guys.” he thought.  ”Good luck and goodbye”.

As they neared the car the man said “I can’t believe we found you Walter.  There is someone I am going to take you to see.  I can’t wait to see the expression on his face when you walk in his room>”

Walter, of course, knew exactly who he was talking about.  And he couldn't wait to see the expression on his face either.


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Sharing Dad

Dad was puttering around today
Playing with me
God we haven’t played in years
	You know, Dad’s eighty now 
	I remember how he looked in photos at twenty
I remember the twinkle in his eyes
at my sons two year old birthday party.	
We played computer, you see Dad it can do this LOOK
LOOK here it does this too!
	I did so like kissing the top of his bald head.
So good to see that old comb-over long gone now
So good to smell the MY Dad smell of clean clothes and soap.
Your files need to be organized Dad.
You have them all glommed up in with the general documents files.
Know wonder you can’t find them, all the love poems to his dear heart Ruth.
	I wonder if he remembers my wedding day.
	He was so handsome in his tux that day.
                I remember his smile then as he watched me 
                walk the white carpet in the garden by the mill pond.
Joy, now is that any name to call a dog [oops SHE doesn’t know she’s a dog!]
The dust mop of a pooch barked indignantly as, I took her Daddies attention from 
her.
              Had a dog once, Babe was her name, she was a huge sheepdog, we lost    
our Babe when I lost my Dad for a long time, BUT he's been back along while too 
now

Dad was sharing with me and I so loved it. Me, of course being his first girl, 
sharing with me, his love and happiness with his last girl OUR Ruth.


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Man, Dogs Best Friend

Man and dog, reputed best friends, rise above death’s fears.
With lives on the line, heroes save, minds and hearts in action.
Stories mount across counties where rescuers save many tears.
Not for any gain or fame, but for responsible satisfaction.
 
A perky little poodle, pretty, adorned in green and gray,
Trapped inside a smoke filled house could not get away.
Firemen forced their way inside in time to save the day.
She squirmed in the arms of safety, well enough to play.
(http://www.suffolknewsherald.com/2011/01/28/firefighters-rescue-dog/)

A black and white dog fell through the ice; he was not skating.
The thinly frozen water, his trap, oh, day in Rhode Island.
Rescuers came to save that dog; there was no hesitating.
They quickly warmed the shaking beast and gave a life-saving hand. 
(http://cranston.patch.com/articles/dog-rescued-by-fire-department)

A German shepherd gone astray in the Los Angeles River
Stood on a shallow watery ledge, amid rushing waters.
His savior dangled above the scene, without any shivers.
A struggle for life, one bite to the thumb…success never falters.
(http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2010/01/los-angeles-firefighter-recounts-daring-dog-
rescue.html)

A candle flame, dog owner out, disaster begins to rage.
Five dogs in Colorado Springs saved while the fire burned.
One Chihuahua crossed the Vail to the great doggie sage.
But with love and a fireman’s CPR, her life was soon returned.
(http://www.examiner.com/dog-rescue-in-national/firefighters-rescue-five-dogs-save-chihuahua-
with-cpr)

Across the species border, thrives a caring respect for life.
Both man and canine have been willing to sacrifice breath itself.
Facing danger, against raging flames, bravery beyond strife,
A "dobbie" protects her puppies loving her babies more than herself.

The rescuer knew she passed through her fears and did so aptly.
He had risked his life for her and her pups, awareness shone well.
Both man and dog covered in ash with faces gray and sooty,
No bite, but kisses of thankfulness, she gave, so the world could tell.

© January 29, 2011


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Loyal friend, never forgotten

I wasn't there to say goodbye

I often contemplate the reasons why

You were very sick that day

I still went to a friends to stay

My phone buzzed with the final news

That you had gone there were no clues

A dog, my friend for 16 years

I shed that worth amount in tears

Dicken my dear you were my brother

You took care of me like a mother

If I could say something to you

It's that I'm sorry and love you too

I would not want to relive that day

But it's in my memory here to stay




Details | Couplet | |

My Attic Treasure Trove

26/2/2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Contest: treasure trove

Austerely laid my eyes firmly on my garden far side Tattered page piles, from my attic treasure trove, littered outside. I picked up a dog eared page of the days of sitting together, In this garden, cuddling and smooching in cold weather. On such a glorious winter day, I scribbled on this page love notes, A long time ago, by the way, in double quotes Nostalgic now the dismal, Melancholy tenors that fill in, Memories of “au revoir”, replete my poignant heart to its brim. A wind now blows this dog eared page & it flies by the old gum tree Dully chase it with some rage &as I see the page, begin to read all about me…………….. For the last two lines, the paper is vacant void & bare, Heart’s healed wounds to open with quinine drenched text I would not dare.


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A Solitary Teardrop

She sat huddled up in fleecy blanket
shaking and trembling, mutters to her self 
it has not yet sunk in, this painful loss
that sears her breaking heart with terrible grief

A solitary teardrop falling down

She thought of the fun and love they shared
the strolls they had enjoyed in leafy woods
the way he had snuggled up close to her
his warm breath brushing her ear as they slept

A solitary teardrop falling down

Over in the kitchen corner his bowls
along with a comfy bed seldom used
she needed to put them away out of sight
yet devastated she had little strength  

A solitary teardrop falling down

She wished  the tears would flow healing her
yet though they trembled within her eye lids
she could not seem to release them but they stung
just one escaped and rolled down her face

A solitary teardrop falling down


this was inspired by a poem called Once upon A Teardrop by Steven Davies from Wales


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Think Abut The Man Of There Dreams

The Man Of My Dreams

Now one would think that he would have to be good looking

Tall with wide shoulders and smooth skin and lets not forget

His eyes they would be blue like the ocean. Does this sound good?

One would think:

Now let me tell you about the man of my dreams he is the kindest, sweetest,
all who know him love him women, children, and men just want to his friend.
 If any call him he will come to their aid. I doesn't matter if he has to go out of state to accurate. When we first started dating we went to the farm I stepped in doggie poo
how would have knew. My prince charming rush to my aide sat me in the seat of his 
gray carmro and like prince charming removed the shoe. Took my shoe and away he flew to the pump and not only use the brush but soap too. When he returned and place it on my foot I knew this was the man I would marry. Because he took crap from me and he didn't have to. I knew he would do this for the rest of my life and I need someone like that.
Now I knew that when he ask me to marry him 1 1/2 years later I would say yes but I still had not seen his temper. saw him happy I saw him upset and I saw him pout but never mad so before I answered him I ask him do you ever get mad and he said well I don't know if you ever make me mad I will let you know.
I have been married for around 28 years  he has been my rock thru 2 c-sections and raising our kids. When I got brain cancer and I told him I wanted to go to Texas he answered me with lets see if we can get your parents to help with the children. My mother took in the children as if they were her own sent them to school and life when on. So he went with me to Texas and held my hand when Dr.Rao can in and told us his plan to do the MRI brain surgery he ask if this was the only plan and the doctor said no we can try chemo but I said no I want it out . Again he stood by me now this was not easy Dr. Rao said I could die I could be where I could lose all my memory and I could come out all right and that was all I focused on was I could be alright so that was my eye on the prize. When I woke up and couldn't talk and still had cancer and on hair on my head he was sill there playing the madilon. I took a year of chemo and losses all my hair everywhere and he held up my head while I threw up and this why I love him so much.
There is a bond between a woman and a man that god joins together and that is the man of there dreams it is call soul mate.


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Dog Park

She had stove top burners for eyes,
and every word she spoke bubbled
over slowly as if someone had left
her
                        too warm for me to get close.
 
My gestures were tepid and careful,
like a small boy meeting a strange
dog, alone in a park. Calm and reserved.
I presented compliments as if they
were the back of an open hand for 
her to sniff, and my lips shook.
 
                                     Afraid that she would bite.
 
She merely growled in disbelief;
A rabid jeer at the quiet remark of
an untrustworthy captor. 
 
She saw me as a threat,
but never turned away.
We were two animals
looking for comfort;
afraid to be burned
and yet too hungry to
let go of the flames.
 
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.


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A Happy Home

I've been musing lately about things that really make a home complete.
One thing for sure - a happy home is one with laughter and love replete!
'Twill be a place with affectionate parents who dearly love each other,
And blessed by a couple of kids - a little sister and her big brother!

A home ain't a home unless you have a faithful dog and inscrutable cat,
And a stoop on which to greet folks whereon lies a welcoming mat!
A grandfather clock to intone the inexorable march of time is needed,
And a fireplace with a cozy fire by which to reminisce unimpeded!

There'll be a library of classic tales with yellowed and dog-eared pages,
And a Bible that is read, having been handed down through the ages!
Displayed on the fireplace mantel will be pictures of folks from the past -
Folks from the family tree who set standards for honor unsurpassed!

There'll be a white picket fence and a trellis with climbing yellow roses,
And a huge front porch with a swing on which to enjoy pleasant dozes!
At the kitchen table, the family dines, discusses the day and grace is said.
Later the kids say nightly prayers before being tucked in their featherbed!

Marks to measure the kid's height mar the wall nigh the kitchen door.
Happy holidays and birthdays are celebrated that will add to family lore!
Though the dog and kids may create havoc as about the house they roam,
If I may quote Edgar Guest, "It takes a heap o' livin' to make a house a home!"

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


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LOST LOVE in Aussie slang

written 3rd Oct 2013



I was in love with the most lovable sheila
 but she did darn take off with me heeler

Overnight, she had packed their bags
 not just me dog, gone too with me scallywags

Left with just a simple note
 she had found a more loving bloke

Heartbroken to have lost them all
 I gave me mate Bluey a call

Together we drank more than just a slab
 ending up so hammered, he called us a cab

As the lonely days passed and tears filled me eyes
 by crikey it hit me, suddenly I came to realise

What a bloomin idiot, she deserved such love and respect
 every night boozin with me mates, my true love I did neglect

I'm gunna cut me drinkin and win her heart back
 fair dinkum fella's, you can flamin bet on that!


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BASIC LOVE

Loves of the street dogs;
Accompany even in death
Sticking on his friendship.


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I Love My Dog

A true partnership, we share the need
to roam, and to relieve ourselves.

He pulls me forward, in his scented
search for residue, he is also yearning.

We drift through his neighborhood, he
exposes me to his dreams, I follow.

I begin to see things from his point of
view, we share underlying curiosities.

And then she appears, apprehensively we
skirt around, until she disappears.

We turn around, and return to our lesser
world, to revisit and reflect anew.

I know how it feels old boy, the pull of
the leash, putting her just out of reach.

Quietly we make our way, footsteps
toward the creaking door, I love my dog.


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Never Ending Love

Never Ending Love

Born in a cold basement on Valentine’s Day,
She grew up on newspaper and constant radio play.
She was the runt of the litter and very poorly fed,
When I first laid eyes on her, she looked to be half dead.

But I saw a bright spark, a twinkle in her eye,
She was perfectly imperfect, I could not deny.
Her pure white face with the odd brown polka dot,
Her overbite and broad chest, I loved her on the spot.

At first I felt I had to save this precious little thing, 
Later I would realize, it was her who made my heart sing.
She greets every visitor with enthusiasm and glee,
Her kind and gentle nature is so evident to see.

I had planned to get a dog to take on a daily walk,
But exercise is something she has a tendency to balk.
She will play real hard pulling a rope for a minute or two,
Then flop down on the floor to sleep, as if right on cue.

She walks rather slow so I have nick-named her Doodle,
But she outshines any dog from a Great dane to a poodle,
Her innocence is reflected in her stoic face so sad,
She never changes her look, even when she has been bad.

Frankie my English bulldog has been my constant friend,
She supported me unconditionally when my job was at its end,
Then I lost my Mom and my daughter moved away,
Frankie gave me love and at my side she would stay.

I am so grateful that I found this most precious gift,
For that little twinkle in her eye has given me a true lift
Oh I love Frankie my English Bulldog she is the greatest pet,
Her never ending love is the most that one could ever get.     


Contest: Pick A Pet Contest
Date: July 3, 2011
Won Honourable Mention

 


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MISS YOU ZIGGY

It is the 27th January,
And I sit here all alone
My memories keep me company
Of times not too long gone

Started again just last night
When a show was going on
They call that show the “Heartbeat”
Filmed over on British lawn.

The man whose name is David
He lost his beautiful dog
It died right there so near him
With never a moan or sob

In six more days now coming on
It will be the 2nd Feb,
It’ll be just two months further on
From when I lost my friend

There are just no words to tell you
The lost I feel inside
My wound still hangs there gaping
And festers really wild

One of by biggest worries
Is just how did he die
I know that he was old then
With youth not on his side

The vet said he was quite confused
When I took my dog to him
He said it looked like toxins
Shutting down and setting in

He gave my Zig a checkup
And listened to his heart
He concluded that his tick collar
Could be the blame for starts

But things have happened since then
And I’m really not convinced 
I feel that there’s been foul play
From one whose name is Chris.

I know I’ll never know now
What is the purest truth
I really hope I’m wrong here
Why was his end not mute

I miss that dog I tell you
For years just him and I
I had a love I cherished
That shone from those brown eyes

I’ll never have another
That will take my heart like he
He will always be alive here
While I have my memories.


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Bodytalk

black and beautiful
expressive body and tail
my dog has it all

his body talks 'dog"
ears and eyes an open book
my dog 'writes' it all
 
endless love statements
provocative naughtiness
my dog does it all

his subtlety charms
his risible cleverness
our dog owns it all

I can read his lips 
and he's learning to read mine
my dog shows it all

clown and guardian
friend and people whisperer
my dog shares it all 

a walk with my dog
a playground and learning site
both learning it all

©Elly Wouterse


Details | Didactic | |

Is not so

Is it not so, that the sun does rise in the east and settles in west?
Is it not so, that water is water and fire is fire?
Is it not so, that laughter is laughter and pain hurts?
Is it not so that cold is cold and hot is hot?
Is it not so that a dog is a dog and a cat is still a feline?
Is it also not so that love is love and hate is hatred?
If all these things I have said be true and clear to you? How is it people think both right and wrong be both possible at the same time…yet we say that all things are either right or wrong depending on were you live at or the culture in which you were born in or in which ever way you were taught? If the world is truly a sphere as it was proven a long time ago and as is it still exist today? Then surely right or wrong can’t have change no matter were you or where born? I present these statements as proof positive and a fact that some of us might be living wrong! 


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MIDNIGHT

My lovey Labrador, and dearest companion 
It's you I adore,
A gentle softness in those eyes so wise,
Beyond her years, a wisdom’s understanding,
Is she whom once saved my life.
Pitch black as the darkest night, Miss Midnight,
Lying next to me, keeping safety’s vidual.
Crossing the heart's unreliable beat, my heaven
Set assist girl, comes to the rescue,
Alerting me when I'm at risk.
Daddy's sweet darling, apple of his
Eye, no pooch could match
 Their devotional love, for one
Another except mine.
A drop-off fugitive, left alone to
Fend for herself as a puppy.
We two my husband and I, fell
Head over heels for misfortunes
Saddest of stories.
Little to realize one day she'd
Do the same for me, so it is
Truth within itself, that fate
Does move in mysterious
 Ways.
Shes not a family pet,
But a member instead,
We love her as if she
Were always one of our
Own, and she'll always
Have a place, in this world
To call home.
Whom needed the other
The most she or I, it matters
Not, for now we have
Each other, and really 
Isn't all that counts.
Loves bond forever, two spirits
United, within the heart.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN







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Life's Difficult Situations


Life can bring many difficult situations!
Often, there’s really no explanation!

No matter how smart or how wise,
Things can take us totally by surprise!

We can often find our life off course.
Many times, being driven by a “dark force.”

I know that it’s hard to know what to do.
Especially with what you
 may be going through!

I can’t think of all the right words to say…
To help you make it through another day!

But there’s someone, I can ask you to turn to!
He loves and is most concerned about you!

His name is Jesus!  The almighty God is he!
He’s committed to you now!  And for eternity!

He’s the one that you can trust and lean on!
And is someone that you can
 certainly depend on!

Won’t you give him an opportunity to help you?
He reaches out his hand!  Because he loves you!

He is the source with an eternal heavenly treasure!
He can completely fill you! 
 Beyond measure!

The decision is yours!  A choice to be made!
There’s nothing for Jesus what’s worth the “trade!”

He’s everything that any of us can ever think of!
And can do more for you!  Than you ever dreamed of!

He’s the alpha and omega!  The beginning and the end!
Won’t you allow him to be your
 savior and friend???

By Jim Pemberton


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One More Time

What could I say that you don't already know 
One last word to share with you before you have to go

After 9 years of being loved and loving everyday 
Was there really anything at all that we have left to say

I loved you every second, every moment since we met 
You had the strongest sweetest soul I've come to know here yet

I think my greatest comfort since we met until you passed 
Is I know I spent my time with you as if it were my last

It really didn't shock me that you didn't stay so long 
The angel wings you flew in on have always fluttered strong 

It's funny when I think of all the things I did, and see 
If I was here to care for you or you to care for me?

And so it's time to say farewell I'll do the best I can 
Until we're reunited my soft, sweet, bossy little man!


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Dog eared page

14th jan 2012 
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)

Silently laid my eyes, Upon tattered page piles, Littered outside, The garden far side I picked up a dog eared page, Brought back memories of the bygone age, Of the days of sitting together, In this garden, cuddling and smooching in cold weather. On such a glorious winter day, A long time ago, by the way, I scribbled on this page love notes, In double quotes. Nostalgic now are, Memories of “au revoir”, Melancholy tones fill in, My poignant heart to its brim. A wind now blows this dog eared page, And I dully chase it with some rage, To find it stuck to the old gum tree, And as I see the page I begin to read all about me…………….. Silently laid my eyes, Upon other tattered page piles, Littered outside, The garden far side……………………..


Details | Romanticism | |

I Will Have my Woman, One Day

I've seen my brother
walking the four corners of the Earth.
In search for something new, or possibly
Someone new.

I've seen the desperate men,
With their heads full with hair,
and dressed in fancy and expensive suits,
bark like dogs when young women roll by.
They do not care what people think of them,
...Just like dogs.

I sit at my window, and peek my head out.
I see the desperate men putting on shows for naive girls.
I sit at my window,
waiting for that one day.
That one knock upon my door,
but so far nothing in hopes of me
falling in Love.

Still I wait.
I see foolish girls falling for dogs,
Who wake the next morning with flees and the dog no where in sight,
and I laugh, huh!
But the dogs bark at me for laughing.

Still I wait.
I do not worry for my time with Love will come.
See tat it is a soft, October night
A true woman will come and pay me a visit with a knock upon my door.

Not just any old woman.
A woman with class,
Who is longing for a man,
Who will love her back,
She will be kind and gentle.

She will come one day,
mabye in the month of May, June or July,
Then I will have the last laugh and say over those dogs,
Who barked at me.

I will have my woman, one day!


Details | Free verse | |

Memories from a Stuffed Dog

Your always near;
memories of
winters past
play on the air
in front of this
fuzzy gift.
With beady black eyes
and brown spotted black fur,
I'm reminded of a
long lost companion.
Your gift;
a memory
of a memory,
cherished and loved forever.


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A Coiled up Dream

“Dream of me!”
“I am dreaming of you…”

The dog in this early morning
coiled up – is dreaming …
He is sobbing
or whining 
joyfully.
What is the dog dreaming?
Waters …
A morsel of bread,
a caress, a palm and waft. 
The rest of them – can be found … 


Details | Acrostic | |

ROTTWEILLER

                                                ROTTWEILLER

R eady to serve
O pen to kindness and understanding
T otally dedicated and devoted
T olerating only one true master
W illing to learn
E ver faithful
I mmense heart filled with love
L onging only to be loved as he loves you
L oyal and accepting to the end of his days
E xacting in his duties giving what he thinks is expected from him
R ottweiller - A good dog but not for everyone.

The Rottweiller is probably descended from the Italian Mastiff during the Middle Ages
and was originally used as a herding dog. 
It was bred in the German town of Rottweill.
It has a massive, powerful body, powerful scissors type bite and dark brown eyes 
with an expression of quiet good will and loyalty.
His personality is nervous around others but tranquil, brave and obedient with his 
family. He is easily trained with someone who knows what they're doing and has 
great desire to please. If he knows what is expected of him that's exactly what you 
will get. HE IS A NO NONSENSE DOG and becomes vicious if he thinks he or his master 
is in danger. He will give his life in the protection of his master or his master's property.
He is used as a herd dog, in police work, and as a watch dog and body guard.
Extremely affectionate but NOT the dog for everyone.
He needs a master with common sense, not some idiot who wants to beat him into 
submission. NO DOG NEEDS THAT!!
THEY HAVE AN INNATE NATURE TO BE CLOSE TO SOMEONE.
DOGS ARE PACK ANIMALS AND NEED TO BE PART OF A PACK OR FAMILY .
IF NOT THEY SUFFER HORRIBLE MENTAL ANGUISH. 
DOGS LOVE COMPLETELY AND NEED THAT LOVE RETURNED.
THEY ARE THE NOBLEST OF SLAVES.
                                                                                          Judy Ball


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Loyal Gifts

The best gift a dog can give
Has not received fair credit
Every good dog
Loves its pet people
Often selflessly
Year after year
A good dog bestows its
Loyalty upon
Those it loves
You see it in the eyes
Often the behavior
From one day to the next
A loyal dog
Does all that it can to
Offer all the gifts that
God allows it to give of itself.


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HEART BREAK

A fine morning to watch the birds
By the ocean side. My dog by my side.
Deep cool breeze
Setting ablaze my ribs
My jacket and the dog’s fur
All I needed and asked for
Perfect company and comfort
…a lonely life.

My surrounding,
Oblivion of me
And me too, void of all
Very deep in thought
Knowing not when,
I sipped from the coffee cup
Wincing in disagreement,
I jolted back to memory
By its bitter taste.
Hahahahahaha

What a way to discover.
But discovered I have.
A great deal of life is false and bitter
It’s bitter when you love
Yet, you be not loved
It’s false, thinking you are loved
But all the while, mugged

Why do you tell me
All is fair in love and war?
When I know what I saw?
The weak is the stepping stone
For the wicked
The honest a tool
In the hands of the fraud
But…
Woe to them who made you bear grudge
And…
Woe to you who got soiled in vengeance.

Nature is smart…so smart with it
For the sun must rise again
And time must heal your pain
Like the Americans will say
Every dog has its day
Dust up and take a walk
For your new lover
Might be waiting by the side walk


Details | I do not know? | |

My dog Harvey

 My dog Harvey is always happy
 to see you, always a wagging tail.
 Although it could be he just needs
 to pee.

 In all honesty I can see his loving
 heart, he does not set us apart. He
 treats his family all the same, in return
 all he expects is to be loved just the
 Same.

 My dog Harvey can be rather barmy,
 Yet his nature is so sweet and loyalty
 so complete. He will stay by your side,
 put his trust in you so fully.

 He shows an openness of love, how it
 has no boundaries and you can never
 have enough. How love is free, the way
 it really should be.


Details | Couplet | |

Truffles

Chocolate brown, with smoldering bronze eyes.
 A faithful companion, and a dog in disguise.

Half chocolate lab, and half red pit bull.
 Calm as can be when we're having a staring duel.

The only dog I know, who falls asleep standing up.
 She's been this way ever since she was a new born pup.

She'll sit in your lap like she weighs a mere five pounds.
 Believe me, its just as funny to picture as it sounds.

We treat her like a part of the family, and not at all like a dog.
 She's overweight, so good luck getting her to go for that healthy jog.

I wouldn't trade her for all the money in the world!
 She'll always be my precious angel, my baby girl.









*Note* Truffles are my FAVORITE candy and we got our puppy right before Valentines day, so
being as she's half "chocolate" lab, eh why not name her "Truffles", so yes I know we are
strange, LOL!!!!


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Joe

Another season has started and he's ready to go.
For the Bobwhite Quail is this hunters foe.
He's one beautiful dog,but he's not for show,
for not many of birds have out smarted old-Joe.

He's been lying in the yard now for months on end
just waiting and waiting for a hunt to begin.
I'll walk up to Joe and say "It's time to hunt Quail"
then I'll open my tailgate and let out a yell!

Old Joe goes from sleeping to straight on his feet,
for this is one bird dog no other can beat.
I'll just smile and rub on his back
for I've seen Joe point to many to sack.

Old Joe has a gift like no other dog.
He once pinned a whole cubby inside of a log.
He looks like a pirate chasing after his loot.
Sometimes he'll just catch them and I won't get to shoot.

People use to ask me wherever we went
where I had found Joe and how much had I spent.
I would just smile and say,"I don't really know"
for no one could have my secret to Joe.

See now days men just scream and they holler
at beaten down dogs all strapped with tight collars.
If's it's a bird dog you've got and are trying to reach,
first you show love then you go teach.

A dog has to love what he's doing inside
or else he won't hunt,he'll just run off and hide.
For Joe's the best bird dog there ever will be
'cause I have loved Joe and he has loved me.


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The Doggie With No Pedigree

My true love brought him home to me,
This doggie with no pedigree.
His ears are long, his legs are short.
His dragging middle needs support.
His trusting eyes looked into mine 
And I fell hard for this canine.
"He'll need a license, shots and such
But they shouldn't cost you very much."
I realized the reason he,
Had brought this little dog to me,
The doggie with no pedigree,
My true love wanted to be free.
His own dog he'd brought and he
Was shifting responsibility
For Jim by giving him to me.
"Good riddance", I said,"And fair trade too.
I'd rather have this dog than you."
I said these words, for now I knew,
That my true love was never true.
If he comes back another day,
I'll surely send him on his way.
But even should he plead for him
He can't have little doggie, Jim.
At last I've found a love that's true,
So I'm keeping him, now wouldn't you?

By; Joyce Johnson


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Midnight, My Diamond Shines

Midnight, My Diamond Shines


Six little furry bundles soon appeared in sight
 all so pretty except the runt I called Midnight
Momma dog was so careful to tend to them all
 even Midnight although he was so very small

Five were so healthy and look so very great
 except for Midnight and he hardly ever ate
Born so small and left paw looked so bad
 one less left toe it most assuredly had

Father said, Midnight simply would not survive
 I took it upon myself to prove that a lie
Three weeks I diligently set him in place to feed
 taking care of his every want and great need

He had started out looking like a disaster
 now suddenly he had grown into a little master
With that white shining spot just above his eye
 dad said, he will do , son you are the reason why

A year flew past like a quick, brief summer rain
 all pups beautiful , nary a one was just plain
Yet Midnight all agreed was now the great prize
 I had done it, proved my Dad's prediction a lie

He had a shiny coat that glowed , limping as he walked
 his bark was so beautiful , I swear I heard him talk
Neighbors swore nothing like him did they ever see
 Dad said, son gets the credit and would point at me

All the dogs were soon trained to track and hunt
 Midnight excelled , the very best of the bunch
Fellow hunters bragged upon about his great skill
 one even offered to buy for a hundred dollar bill

Dad would always smile, wink and just politely say
 not for any amount , not now or on any other day
That dog was reared and fed lovingly by my baby son
 I'd not sell him for diamonds nor gold by the ton

Midnight began a runt and little could I ever see
 but my boy saw and proved my error lovingly to me
That pup began a sickly runt, a diamond in the rough
 my boy healed him , making a top winner sure enough!

Robert Lindley , 06-12-2014

Theme , "A Diamond In The Rough" , Gail Ann Doyle contest

Based upon how I claimed and raised my dog, Midnight.


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A Love Poem

A Love Poem

Get under my shoe.
Crawl down there and flatten.
Spread yourself, ooze
Between the cracks of my heels,
Solidify with old gum and dog hair and
Stay there.
Squish when I tip to the balls of my feet,
Sink into cement,
Drown out in the moist heat of
Baltimore sunshine.
Stick to the blacktop,
Leave small chunks of yourself behind to
Dry out and crust over
For a dog to nibble,
Or a bum to piss on,
Or a crow to pick at
He’ll peck out your eyes, 
At least what’s left of them.
I’ll track the rest of you home through
Back alley water and random piles of
Dog shit.
Then I’ll loosen and scrape you with
An old gnarly stick,
Fling your remnants across my front porch and
Walk inside,
Without thought,
Leave you there to
Ponder your shit-and-scum-covered existence before the
Noonday rains come and wash you away.


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Hercules

You should see my little pug.
He loves to play and sit on his rug.

He's quite a little guy
the apple of my eye.

He's so smart too
the things he does would amaze you.

He loves to nuzzle my neck and chin.
He is so sweet I can't help but grin.

My little pug
as snug as a bug.

Hercules (sweet and adorable)

6/04/14


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Why We Love Them

No matter how bad a day they've had

A dog will always do

Whatever it takes to make you glad,

To show a love that's true.

That's why we love them too.


Even if they are hurt or scared

They'll offer comfort to you

By showing you that they cared.

That's what a dog will do

And that's why we love them too.





for Joyce Johnson's "Doggy Gratitude" contest


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Sonnet Chiweenie Boo

Your dad, a Dachshund once stuck in Chihuahua.
The best of both in you, with that expectant
Confusing carpets for the lawn enigma.
I know….the raining….getting wet….you can’t.

As coldness chills the room, a sheet for you.
The perfect tucking of in, but you moved!
I ponder, just how crazy is my Boo?
The sheet’s thread count too low to be approved?

Your dance in circles, spinning on the floor.
Rewards and treasures known upon the racks.
Induced by meals and that one pantry door.   
In such a fury, choking on the snacks.

I know what God’s book says, I’ve searched it whole.
But still, I hope you have a little soul.

11.14.14


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Brandy Girl

That is what I call

her, my little Brandy girl,

love you baby, such a good

little dog, my best friend

in the world, my beautiful

little companion of mine

each night of the week

can find you resting so

deep in sleep by

my bed, during the

night your barking

awakes me, such a good

watch dog you are,

I get up, to find nothing there

but air in the wind or a falling

branch, but at times you have

barked at something that I saw.

Each morning I wake and there you are,

sleeping so soundly by my bed.

Feeling so good having you as my dog,

will enjoy these moments as long as I can

my dear Brandy girl.

written 4-24-11

about my dog Brandy a sweet Chow- Border Collie mix.
who i have had since 2004.


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Chihuahua

I adopted a dog and named her after my mother.
Agnes is her new name and I sure do love her.
I fell in love with Agnes as soon as I met her.
I've been unhappy because of my parents' deaths but now I feel a little better.

I can tell that she's had puppies because of her long teats.
Agnes is the most special dog that anybody could meet.
She is sweet and beautiful with dark brown fur.
She's my Chihuahua and I'll always take care of her.

(Dedicated to Agnes, my Chihuahua dog.)


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Deceptive Calm

Tonight I'll talk too much and try to and complicate my friends.
Distant conversations, eye contact only now and then.
I try and drown myself in futile disbelief,
Only to be washed ashore by truth here on my computer screen. 

The monsters hand held out, hung me by my own beliefs.
I held on tight, surviving by the skin of my teeth.
I raised my head up high and took a look into your eyes,
Searching for light I embarked into my own demise.

I gave you what you want in hopes that it was what you need
Tread the ground barefoot so all the blisters bleed.
The dog he's only learned to love and stay,
But he wants to get away, he needs to get away. 

Now you know I've found a place to hide,
Got to run somewhere, leave you, girl you know I've tried.
I'm stuck reviewing the memories of our yesterday,
But I want to get away, I need to get away. 

Walking the forest whispering to all silent trees.
I can feel the change, and relate to all falling leaves. 
The world bears down and my legs won't seem to stand,
'Guess I'm just arrogant, too stupid to see I've done all that I can. 

I gave you what you want in hopes that it was what you need
Tread the ground barefoot so all the blisters bleed.
The dog he's only learned to love and stay,
But he wants to get away, he needs to get away. 

Now you know I've found a place to hide,
Got to run somewhere, leave you, girl you know I've tried.
I'm stuck reviewing the memories of our yesterday,
But I want to get away, I need to get away.


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Old dog, new trick

You can teach an old Dog a new trick

But

The Dog will do its old tricks more 

Because 

It knows them better


25/08/08 (c) 01:44Hrs


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"The Political Machine"

Free verse rhyme

The political machine, in America is very mean
My statements about it may be to some brash
But what I am about to say, is Love’s cash…….................................(Luke 16:11 true riches)
Biblically said, “upon this very thing, teeth will gnash”.................................(Matt. 24:45-51)

Some might even say the truck driver is ignorant or unlearned.......................(2 Cor. 11:6)
But Love from one’s heart, tells one, it’s time for education to learn
For my soul’s heart is God’s gold, and will never fold, on this I am sold
Presenting perfection the third level, which is Love’s bevel…. 

A dog eat dog `Tis our two party hog, hidden within THE carnal mind’s fog
Herein, lies the problem with a dog, eating a dog
When the devour is all said and done, you’ve still got a dog
Loves(sheep) in the world, please listen, come out of carnal mind fog..................(Rev. 18:4)

What must I do?  What shall I pursue?  Abate all your hate!..........................(1 John 2:8-10)
We hereby stand, at Love’s  third party gate!
Humanity precariously stands, on destiny, Love’s reality demands
Options will be presented,  decisions made, in earthen lands


For a Love light shaft from heaven shines within heart’s center
I see better very time my soul enters into it’s holy splendor
Heaven’s third level party is hate abated, and love situated
Strive to enter into this marriage, where soul and heart is mated!!

Merry Christmas! 12-15-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com


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Beloved Companions -part 5-

 
A couple weeks before her fourteenth birthday, We knew something was wrong Peanut, who loved to eat above all else, suddenly turned down food To make it worse she was having trouble breathing I had urged my dad that we had to take her to the pet hospital, and he agreed At the hospital, when they told us what was wrong, I could see the look in my dad’s face Even I knew, it was her time We all got to say our final goodbyes, Held her paw, and stayed with her as she drifted to sleep Her passing had hit us so hard, like a huge weight had fallen onto us I kept asking myself, over and over again, “why did she have to go?” We all thought she was gone forever, And tears of sadness had stuck with us for a while Then a strong realization came over us, Peanut was not gone, She would always be with us Tears of sadness soon became tears of happiness When we learned about the Rainbow Bridge Hearing that touching story, We all knew Peanut would forever be in our minds and our hearts If Peanut is waiting on the other side of that Rainbow Bridge, Then I look forward to the day when we cross that bridge and can be with her again Dedicated to Peanut In our memories, The pets that have passed will always remain We realize upon having them That they turn out to be something more- A loving companion, a protector, And most of all, a friend Someone who will always be there for you And understands, One who gives you a shoulder to cry on, A creature subtly unassuming, Who will simply listen.. There is a connection with our pets That is impossible to break And when there comes a time to say goodbye, That connection will help us continue on We never want them to leave, But all of us know that nothing lasts forever But the effect they leave on you And the love you have for them does


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Genghis

bouncing to be held
fury tiny ball of fur
screeching in yelps
how can one so tiny
explode into a mountain of joy

tail wagging as fast as the humming bird flies
hurt expression of worry in tiny dot eyes
wanting only to be held and lick my face
and dance dance around and round all over the place
silly little black dog
silly little black dog
jumps ten feet high
jumps so high you swear he flies
when you hold this tiny ticking bomb
your hug soothes him into calm
its hard to believe when we first met
he ran away afraid and unkept
but one day he sniffed my hand
and somehow we both understand
the dog picked me to be his man
and i accept him is my true little friend


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Kublai

he chews my rugs
he chews my shoes
he chews my patience
through and through

he chews my chairs
he chews my couch
he chews my sleep
by barking so loud

he chews my hat
he chews my books
he chews everything
except his untouched toys

like a kid at Christmas playing with the box
he chews and chews and chews
and chews right into my heart
with those big sad eyes
short wiggly tail

Kublai sits in my lap
he licks my face
and as i pet him on the head
he chews my hand
playful to the end


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Night Sounds

It's very late and I'm still awake.
The house is still without a quake
The sounds outside are still and quiet
makes me feel uneasy by it.

The sound of sleep fills the air
children dozing without care.
the dog lies with me,one eye open
watchful of the fear unspoken

The television fills the room with noise
on only to serve to fill the void.
I cannot describe the awful stillness
of a house filled with lonliness

I know that I am not alone
that herein live my children grown.
And yet I feel such emptiness
It causes me such great distress.

I hear the beating of my heart
sounds like its shaking apart.
When I feel this sadness in my solitude
I remind myself of my gratitude

To those friends who by me have stood.
To my children for their works of good
to those who come to comfort me.
So I can feel included in things.

Then the sadness flows away
Replaced by happiness, love and grace.
For though I cannot walk or stand
I know I am a blessed man.

For I have  things that you cannot buy,
friendship, love and loyalty.
So to all I say many thanks from me.
Now my dog and I can go to sleep.



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Magical Fairy Dust

I hear a bubbling sound
as you would while boiling water
I watch you with sadness in my eyes
as the white sparkling MAGICAL FAIRY DUST 
transforms to liquid
with its unruly smell of chemicals
the kind used for household cleaning
As I sit in the chair of hopelessness
I see the MAGICAL FAIRY DUST
has lost its white sparkle
turning to smoke of grey
lost is not the magic the
MAGICAL FAIRY DUST holds
I sit anxiously like a child
waiting for the magic show to begin
What will the magic bring
I can only guess
Will it leave me feeling lonely
as if my best friend has gone away
Terrified like a mother and child
being separated in a large crowd
Feeling like an unwanted dog
being left at the dog pound
There are rare times of love
Remembering back to our cherished times
so long ago
Cuddling like a child would 
with its warm furry teddy bear
Laughing resembling a crowd
at a comedy show
The magic show has begun
but i'm not the audience tonight
The MAGICAL FAIRY DUST 
has taken my best friend away
Here I sit on the cold worn out cement
in front of the dog pound
Reminiscing how wonderful life was
without the MAGICAL FAIRY DUST


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TO RANI WITH LOVE

TO RANI WITH LOVE 
(On the death of our pet Pomeranian)

Dearest Rani, where you have gone
Leaving all of us here, utterly forlorn
You were not a mere charming canine
For us, a veritable godsend, angel fine.

Your benign presence made us smile
And filled our lives with glee and shine
You were a source of joy in times of distress
For which we have no vocabulary to express.

We sought in your company joy bountiful
Which you showered in measures plentiful
You kept watch with alert eyes and ears
That scared to hell all unknown intruders.

You filled our home with your presence
Spreading joy and cheer in abundance
You identified yourself with one and all
And showered generously, love on all.

Your tender feelings and gentle caring
Removed all gloom with a cosy feeling
And your presence amidst us always
Brightened, our days with joy glowing.

How to cover your memory in a tiny page
For it is bound to run into an epic voyage
We, hence, lay down our pen, dear friend
Since our love for you shall never ever end.


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That golden dog

A Golden Dog
Up the driveway I walked.
My dog sees me while my dad talked.
She comes and pulls me.
For the driver couldn’t see.
By the diaper she pulled.
I could have been mauled.
But now the dog is gone.
I feel like all I can do is run.
But she wouldn’t want that.
So I stopped and sat.
At times I miss that dog.
In me, she isn’t a fog.
If it’s all I know.
She will know where to go.


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Fracture

Damn these days of separation,
we both react out of desperation.

Where simple logic is thrown aside,
and dog eat dog reeks of self pride.

Trying to survive with no obligations,
loosing my mind knowing my past fixations.

My life had purpose my life had definition,
both of you my responsibility despite my minds condition.

I gave it my all almost always,
despite our differences lingering in the hallways.

Guilt-ridden I am, and don't know how else to feel,
wishing you'd disarm your anger at me so we can heal.

Can you understand that we're both hurting?
Both subjecting our hearts to perverting.

Are you going to hate me? Or let me back in?
The fracture of our hearts, proof of original sin.


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LUCKY: THE LOST BEAGLE

The theme of this story
is a brown beagle puppy
with a blocky head, large ears,
a curved-up tail and white pawns.
I proudly mamed that gorgeous pooch:
Lucky...the hound that loves to smooch! 
  

I was asleep, cuddled up in a warm  blanket...
when I hear the bark of a dog, and
as the howl increased, the wind whipped the iced window;
and hurriendly went down stairs,
without putting my slippers on, so curious
to know where that high-pitched bark came from.


When the door slammed open, there surprisingly, I saw
a stranded, shivering beagle stucked in snow:
staring at me with innocent puppy eyes,
and I could tell he was hungry and cold;
he tried to lift his frozen and stiff paws, but he couldn't...
a quiver of sympathy gave me goose-bumps! 


I picked him up and brought him in,
and he started to lick my face to thank me,
so affectionate and loving was that expression,
which I reminisce quite often, going back to that winter's evening.
I laid him in a small crate with a thick blanket, and he went to sleep;
how calm and happy was he, lightly snoring and dreaming!


The next day I took him to the nearest Animal Hospital,
and they gave him a warm bath, and how he loved that!
Yes, the beagle was out of danger and he was healthy,
like he was before he got lost and couldn't find his way home,
and since He had no tag on his collar, he couldn't be identified by name;
I wanted to keep this beautiful dog so badly...the playful dog I called Lucky!


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Stumpy Cigarettes

Getting to know him isn’t easy
He’s got a corse soul 
Perhaps he’s taken one too many dog bites 
Perhaps life threw him a curve ball too soon. 

But when he speaks
Everyone values his opinion
He’s got no idea how much weight are behind his words
When he speaks
Everyone values his opinion 
He’s a problem solver
a dog charmer 
got no idea how much weight are behind his words.

I used to think his grumpiness was funny
or worse-
I used to think it was a directed at me. 
Every now and then he’ll open up.
Like a stumpy cigarette hanging off the tips of his tough lips. 
He’ll let it slide.  

he’s actually quite sentimental 
he’s actually quite a fragile soul. 
He does best to protect what’s raw and rare-
from the snakes who tear us away from home.


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Daddy's Little Girl

Her eye's are pretty with innocent inside
Her face is precious with curious trying to hide
Her body state's that i am a grown woman
The tight clothes and plenty of makeup keep
the grown men coming
Her every move and every step is just to dog on sexy
That man's eye's missed her face because her body
is screaming caress me
Before he realize this is , he's inside
Her body feels everything that her curious face was 
trying to hide
Those pretty eye's are no longer innocent
Guilt has came and made all her presents pastense
Now that body that stated to be a grown woman with
those eye's that was pretty innocent ; no longer can
hide her precious face with curious
That man never saw her face until after he planted that
seed and then realized that this is serious
Because her body was screaming caress me
His eye's missed her face but , saw her every move and
every step that he couldn't resist because she was just
to dog on sexy
Who cried , when her body lied
But , realized now she have to be a woman and this big
old world
If it wasn't for the tight clothes and plenty of make-up
he would have saw that those pretty eye's with innocent 
meant that she was daddy's little girl


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Pretty Poppy

Pretty Poppy

We wanted to find ourselves a dog, just a little one
So went to NCDL Roden, were the looking is so much fun
We walked around the kennels but nothing could be seen
Till the girl in the reception said come and see our Jean

Jean was small and scruffy a timid mite, with lack of fur and fat
Yet somehow she just touched our hearts and that it seems was that
We were told she was a poppet though at first it did not look like
This scrawny scruffy little dog looked a little tyke

Even so the decision was taken to give this little girl a home
According to her history to long she had been left alone to roam
On the street she had lived alone her only company fleas
Yet somewhere behind her sad eyes she seemed to just say please

Give me a home to live in where I can be content
We never had a second thought not even one moment
When eventually we got her home she was scared of everything around
She trembled and shook so nervous of every little sound

It took a while to settle her but so soon she has come good
Clean in the house so quickly and walkies soon understood
She sits when asked and sleeps a lot for tired she must be
Of living by her wits on the street now much happier is she

We changed her name to Poppy which very soon she knew
We fed her lots of lovely food and gave plenty of loves too
She began to sit upon our laps to sleep and be at peace
No more trembling and shaking from that she has release

She has her own little bed to rest in day and night
She found her feet and now wanders round the house alright
She’s been to our caravan and walked upon Rhyl beach
She rides in the car so nicely and is so easy to teach

Yet still a little scruffy still more Jean than Poppy
Fur just growing back again and still a little sloppy
So we took her to the grooming parlour for a bath and trim
Now she looks quite splendid well built and not so slim

So just like the ugly duckling that changed in to a swan
The tiny little scrap called Jean most definitely has gone
She is now a Pretty Poppy a beautiful little girl
She really is a poppet and leaves all around her in a whirl

So now part of a family who spoil and love her to
She’s coming right out of her shell the real dog shows through
We’re glad that we met Jean and found Poppy on that day 
So she will know love and happiness until her dying day


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Your Victim

Ignore me all  you can leave me for hours to 
wait.
Break me slowley darlin.
So many lies how do you keep your stories straight.

And love they  say is blind.
Eternal is the passion.
It only takes a second to remind.

That morning you awoke beside me
I question from false promises had you 
already picked him.
The one for which i became your victim.

Do actions speak louder than your passion 
filled screams.
twisted are the thoughts of this jillted
lovers dreams.

Yet i found comfort  in this pain.
I dream o fhapiness togather.
Slowley the mind does go insane.

And in pain  as when we first met.
I wonder  do you think apon
thoose moments for which I cheerish.
With spiteful regret.

But like a dog beaten the love will
never die.
In nights spent in a drunken stuper
I so valiaintly  try.

Wishing only for your return.
Tears caress the pillow.
When will my foolish heart ever learn.

Happy was this old dog till you
carelessly  kicked him.
Yet still I thirst for just a taste .
Ever willing to be your victim     

Laugh If you 
will at this foolish heart.
As i love without regret.
Forever yours till from this life i so greatfully 
do depart.


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aries

Man's best friend or "just a dog"
I've had this debate forever 
But my dog is something,different,unique
Something otherworldly..however...
Aries is his name...he's tan and white 
With deep and soulful brown eyes 
This "I'm just a dog" and I know nothing's
Very obviously a disguise 
Did you ever wonder for just a split second
If there was more to your pet than you 
knew?
If maybe,just maybe..this lovely creature 
knew more about your destiny than YOU!!!
You see I don't wonder this,I take it as fact 
And MANY have called me insane 
But sit and stay are just a teeny glimpse of 
what's being held in his brain 
She's sad she's mad she's hurting right 
now and he's licked the tears off my face 
If you can't tell THAT is a guardian angel 
then that is a sad sad disgrace 
These pets that we love are here for a 
reason,placed in our lives just so 
For reasons like the people are placed in 
our lives,reasons we may never know
The only thing I seem to know for sure is 
that dog is my only true friend
He has been since birth and always will be 
now until the very end
Corny I know,a poem about a pet that says 
oh I love you and you ate so cute 
But the next time you take a good look at 
scrappy...just think...do they know more 
than we do??? 


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Woman's Best Friend

Kittens, birds, rabbits, ferrets and an occasional frog
All were quite welcome and had their part
But nothing takes the place of a dog

Since I was little I never went long
Without having a dog in my home
For no matter whatever you could say of the rest
With a dog you will never go wrong

A German Shepherd named Rocky
Was a favorite pet of mine
I owned him during a grievous time
But this dog seemed always to know
His eyes would gaze so deep in my soul
And his head on my knee made me whole

Never in all my life had I lived alone
And sometimes there would be fear
But I was always reassured to know
I was safe whenever Rocky was near

My youngest would lay on his belly
And they’d fall asleep in the sun
I knew the first time he laid eyes on this dog
A new love affair had begun

What can you say when a dog
Still has so much of your heart
It matters not he’s been gone for so long
My love for him will never depart


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MOE

I have a black Lab-a dog named Moe..
He's mixed with something..what? I don't know.
When he's hungry, he'll stare, maybe even glare-
until I reply"I'll be there"!

I have a black Lab-named Moe..
Who follows me wherever I go.
When he's sleepy, he'll tap, jump upon my lap-
until I reply"Take a nap"!

This dog that I have named Moe..
Oh, how I love him so...
Yes, it's Moe I come home to,  say"I love you"
He replies "WI..Wove...Wou"...too!



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SURVIVING IN THE CITY

                Surviving in the city


The dog stood on the corner, looking for the cat.
The cat was at the Warf side, behind a fishing vat.

The dog was known as Rusty, an Irish setter bread.
The cat was known as Sylvester, he finds what people need.
The dog needed him a playmate, so he could plant some seeds.
For that the cat demanded meat so fresh, that it simply bleeds.

The dog had marked a hydrant, because the dog was late.
He also do-doed on a lawn that led to someone’s gate. 

The cat found that disgusting but Rusty paid his price
So he watched for lady midnight, for she was built real nice.
Lady midnight came up prancing, her tail all in a swish.
He took her for some meatballs, Midnights favorite dish.

Sylvester ran it down, what Rusty had paid for
Her cut would come right off the top, and there was nothing more.

Lady M agreed that she was in that day.
She took a bite then licked her lips and they were on there way.
When Rusty meet with Midnight, she wouldn’t take no sass
If he would get to close, she swished her hips and knocked him on hiss ass.

When Rusty got his chance, he was off before he’s in.
She winked at sly and said to rusty, I hope we meet again.

Everyone was happy, even Rusty wasn’t sad.
The edge he had was ended and he didn’t feel so bad.
Now ain’t that oh so pretty, their life there in the city.
Where Sly and Lady Midnight, finger popped to do-wah-ditty.


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Unconditional Love

Here I sit
My faithfull little dog and I in a tight knit
We watch the rain fall
The wind howling it's call
With each crack of thunder my dog quivers with fear
I hold her close and wait for the sky to clear
Then I lay back on my bed
Thinking of the raining drops of blood that christ shed
No one could understand his pain
The day he was slain
He gave up all
So man would not fall
Thank you God for what you've done
You've sent your only begotton son
The Lord will come soon
And the angels will sing their tune
The trumpets will sound
and all will know the saints are found
Through the dead and living christ will comb
To find those he will take home.


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See Spot and Jane and Boy

See Spot and Jane and Boy 
See Spot and Jane and Boy 
 
 
See Jane 
see Jane feed the dog 
she fills the bowl with love 
See Boy see how Boy is jealous 
She loves the dog 
She loves Boy 
He just has to wait his turn. 
See Spot eat. 
See Jane learn to love them both. 
Every one Spot and Jane and Boy needs love. 



Details | I do not know? | |

Unconditional Love

Here I sit,
My faithful dog and I in a tight little knit
We watch the rain fall,
The wind howling it's call,
With each crack of thunder my dog quivers with fear
I hold her close and wait for the sky to clear.
Then I lay back on my bed,
Thinking of the raining drops of blood that Christ Shed.
No one could understand his pain
That day that he was slain
He gave up all
so that man would not fall
We owe him a thanks for what He's done,
He sent his only begotten son.
The glorious Angels will sing their tune,
The shining gold trumpets will sound
And we will know the saints are found.
Through the dead and living Christ will comb
To find those He will take home.


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Goodbye Teddy

Goodbyes, they seem to consume me
Too often in my life
People are departing and friends moving on

And yesterday was another
To a friend that I loved
Who loved me back 
That I know.
And my hurting is so great
Like I have lost a child
And the tears flow freely
As I hold on to memories.

He was my dog,
And you might laugh
He was my friend
And he had my heart
He was so faithful
And he never complained
He was a part of me
I’ll never be the same

He was getting old
And his legs where failing
Sometimes he would fall
And he couldn’t get up
He would bark for me
To lend him a hand
And with that smile in his eyes
He would thank me again.

I didn’t want him to suffer
And I didn’t want him gone
The decision was so hard
I kept putting it off and on
But then came yesterday
And I knew that it was too long
And I wasn’t being fair
To leave him was wrong

I called him and he came
And I put him in the car
And I took him to the vet
He just trusted me so much
He followed along
Just like a lamb
I wonder if he knew
Just what I had planned

I told the vet 
What I wanted done
He said it was for the best
The dog was not very strong
He took out his shaver
And he clipped off some hair
Then bought out the needle
With green stuff in there
He checked with me once
And asked if I was right
I nodding my head
Didn’t trust my voice 
And slowly and carefully
He slipped in the point
And pressed on the plunger
And the green stuff went home

That dog did not whimper
Not any sound at all
He lay there so trusting
He looked like a saint
Then suddenly he slumped 
And the needle was spent
The vet checked his heartbeat
And said it was gone.

I loved him, I loved him
And I miss him so much
I hope that his happy
In the new world that his at
No more pain for that dear dog
No more fear 
No more falls
No more thunder to scare him
No more pain in his joints
No more visions he can’t see
No more sounds he can’t hear
No more knowing in this world
He can’t do what he could.

I love you my Teddy dog
You where such a good friend
And I wish you the very best
In this new world where you’ve gone
I hope you’ll forgive me
For the end that you had
And hope that you know Ted
I loved you so much.

I LOVE YOU TEDDY
GOODBYE MY DEAR FRIEND


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Too Full Of Love

Brandy is a loveable kind of dog,
she demands attention, even
more than any dog deserves.

When anyone is lying on
the floor, she will come over
and sit on your head, arm or wherever
she feels like sitting.

You pat her on the head,
give her loving hugs,
then you stop, barking
begins, until you love her some more.

Her fur is a deep black color, so
shiny, her tail never stops wagging,
she has too much love in
her, for any dog to have.

She tries to give it all
away, but that is not
going to happen, she
is just too full of love.

wrote 8-21-08


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Aunty Curly and Tom

Aunty Curly was knitting a scarf,
She opened a book and wrote it half,
A mouse was running under book rack,
A cat was after on the same track.

They never bothered someone is in the hall,
They were playing as a player with a ball.
A dog was sleeping on a sofa chair,
A cat waits for him when mouse goes there.

She felt anger when mouse turned this time,
Aunty was murmuring a poem in rhyme.
She heard a noise something was smashed,
Porcelain was on the ground and it was cracked.

She bought it last week that was so nice,
A thing was scattered on the floor that was rice,
A container was lying on a one side,
A lid was hiding a lampshade’s behind.

But a dog was still watching laid his head,
He hasn’t noticed anything as he was dead.
Aunty was annoyed she pushed the cat out,
When she came back she also has a shout.

You are lazy dog why did you n’t stop them?
You are mastermind you did that scam.
Get out from the chair don’t cry for food,
I always bothered you disturbed my mood.

I was willing to finish my scarf very soon,
I hope to wear in a party to night’s moon.
You lost my temper I shall punish you,
Don’t come back it’ll punish you if came through.

Why did you co-operate a cat with a mouse?
Who will pay the fine if you don’t pay my loss?
She brought a brush and cleared all mist,
A Chair was empty nobody was on its rest.

She received a letter council was on raid,
Keeping the entire stray dog in a street laid.
She was terrified and jumped out in the street,
She didn’t saw her Dog that was on a beat.

She rushedly closed the door and ran after him,
Dog was in the park after the food has no blame.
When she called Tom where are you?
Dog didn’t listen to her and walked on his crew.

Aunty was after him he stopped on a pool,
The lads were catching fishes it was very cool.
She again asked Tom come with me to home,
You are silly Dog why you are tearing Tom.

She embraced him and came back home,
She cleaned his seat and put new foam.
You are my family member don’t feel shame,
I am getting old that’s why is my blame.

I am on pension and can’t walk a long,
You need to supervise when happens wrong.
I also banished the cat but she is normal,
You always mind whatever it is formal.


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My Pal Murphy

My best friend is a dog named Murphy,
he has been by my side now for eleven
loyal years.

Murphy is such a strange dog,
lovable, but strange,
when a person gets the hiccups
people say boo, to get them to stop,
Murphy hates it when we get them.

So he starts to shake like crazy,
of course when we say boo,
it is even worse.

Never seen a dog get so ashamed
when he is praised, he puts his
paw out to you, he thinks he's
being punished.

Every time Murphy meets a new person,
he also puts out his paw to greet them.

He is scared to death of moths,
so when you say the word,
he starts to shake, he is
one strange dog.

Smartest dog I ever saw,
he knows who we are, so
even before we walk in
the door, if you mention
our names and say were
home, he will start to bark.

He may be one strange dog,
but he's my pal, love him
with all my heart and
would not trade him
for all the money in
the world.

wrote 8-6-08


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Thunder, Thunder

The fierceness
The violent nature
It came and stayed
As we tried to sleep 

Yet beauty surrounded
As music was played
Upon the windows and roof
The sound, there, to keep

The girls had awakened
The dog had cried out
It was 3 in the morning
Sleep? I was without

For the lightning, the thunder
With no intention at all
Had given my family
An early wake up call

So now 4 in my bed
I was hanging from the side
The thunder rolled on
My children, they cried

The dog was a shiver
My wife, damn, was asleep
I had a 9 a.m. meeting
I was hoping to keep

Before I had known it
We drifted to dreams
Away from the rainstorm
And the sound of kid’s screams