Kids Love For Animals ( Poem )
Children’s favorite shows are of animals
I have hours in a playlist that are laughable
Like a camera pecking rooster and fun monkeys
To a mom and a baby miniature donkeys
Videos of wild turkeys and charming geese
Ducks in water and chicks learning to speak
Dazzling ostrich and many free birds
Some you would not want to move towards
A large unique animal is the alligator
The total opposite of the caterpillar
Camels and alpacas are tall and exquisite
But they spit at you when you try to visit
There are also hornpout and catfish videos
and a painted box turtle that is really slow
Beautiful miniature horses and elegant ponies
Border collies herding sheep to earn their trophies
Little kids pig scramble is stunning to see
and a little fawn as precious as can be
Cow’s hair that needs braiding is fascinating
With the most assortment you’ve ever seen
Come to my view with me youtube channel
If the kids are being hard to handle
Just start it up and walk away
To get your housework done for the day
By : Doris Anne Beaulieu
At : https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLWSq_PMWxD9q2V0UVqzX50Y6Y2pDaKISv
This is my first A--Z poem. Any advice or comments are welcome.
There could be no other name for a Kitten like this one .
He is Brave , his black , silky hair , Vito has won suitors marking his claws .
This tiny little Cat , very soon all kittens on this street, will be kissing his paws .
for he earned his name Vito , the Kitty Godfather you know.
with whispers from other Cats "There He is " There he goes "
His Tail wavy like a dog he strides. Tall but yet low.
Vito is a tiny proud cat and likes his pasta made a special way
I make a red sauce , but it is the white clam he craves
He picks his claws fine , then with a full belly he plays
Vito with eyes of the finest blue and green , that will stare at you when you sleep.
It has been said by some female cats , do think he will go out with me some day ?
A Fine cat and kittens he will make ~meow meow, says a jealous girl kitten , no way !
Vito loves to play on the wood floors at night , he runs fast ,
he is not silent ..he is the young Godfather , Vito has earned the right.
Vito , the tiny kitten , Vito the young cat ,
Vito keeps our blocks free from any nasty rat.
No ..a Rat will not confront Our Vito at all
He will be pushed aside and evicted with one lift of his paw
One thing this kitten has that makes him so unique ...
He his adored by this owners . He is happy , and warm , safe in our sheets !
Ailing baby cats die exacting fear grief having inevitably just killed loving mothers not
only plainly questioning reasons some things understanding vile wrong-doing xanax yields
A fish called Bob
was twisting in the pot.
He met another in the mirror
and he was happy to twist.
I have a certain cat,
Who's such a spoiled brat
Tippy is his name,
And eating is his game
He whines early each day,
As in my bed asleep I lay
His loud purring in my ear,
Is all that I can ever hear
He's always wanting more,
Of his dinner for me to pour,
In to his silver food dish,
So he can eat it with great relish
Next, he wants to chase his ball,
To and fro down my hall
Then finally, he likes to take a nap,
While being curled up in my lap
Never Just a Dog
The day was long and hard
You greet me at the door
Ever ready to show the love
Ever ready to listen
Never judging, never arguing
You wag your tail and smile
Patiently waiting to have my
Hand; gently scratch your ears
Patiently waiting for your leash to snap in place
Slowly you take the lead out into the world
Walking in companionship
You feel the tension leaving my body
Your excitement grows, and yet you patiently wait
You wait for the smile and the signal to play
There it is! That loosened leash that says freedom
You chase the blowing leaves around until the true prize comes forward
Your favorite ball sails through the air and you run as fast as you can to retrieve it
Then back again to my side
You drop the ball and wait for me to pick it up and send it flying through the air again
Again, and, again the ball flies until the darkness is coming and your tummy rumbles
You sit and patiently wait for the snap of the leash once again
Tonight is a special night; we take an extra run around the park to burn off the rest of the day’s tension
Home at last for some kibble and a drink
You settle next to me, and nap as I slowly drift off
I nestle next to your warmth and smile
You are my friend, my companion
But never just a dog
White little kitten
with glowing eyes
soft purr so lovely
silent walker stealing milk
so gently it plays
always cute for ever
there here till the end and when you need a helping hand they are most
likely to help.they will always be there when your sad or happy or
maybe even angry and scared.
she is the best.they can get angrey.but she always will be their for
you.when you have a have a problem she will always help.thats what
mothers are for
A man sits by a fire, No life partner, or companion besides his beloved cat.
The cat he calls Mr kittles which is loving and gentle and has kept the man sane throughout the years.
He still remembers the cat as a kitten crying and meowing for food and being scared.
The man remembers tending to the kitten and getting a sense of fulfillment and meaning to his life although hes depressed and has no meaning to live.
From kitten to cat it gives him the motivation and love.
Everyday the man feeds and waters the cat and sits on his chair and pets and listened to the sounds of a comfortable purr from the animal.
Days go to years and the youth full cat is old and brittle showing signs of fatigue and loss of life.
The mans fear of losing his cat is coming true.
Hes been dreading the day he will lose his best friend and companion.
Everyday the man pays more and more attention trying to get in those last pets and whiffs of the cats fur.
For the man doesn't know when the day will come so he is scared and must Cherish every moment.
Life is a very sacred thing and should not be taken for granted, He cries solely every night fearing the worst.
How will he cope and what feelings will come upon him with the cats passing.
He knows he might not have the strength if his best friends leaves him behind!
The day has come the car is terrible sick and the man knows what has to be done. He takes the cat to the vet and they lay him down and hook up the IV.
The mans heart beats, palms become clammy, the mind rushing with an controllable thoughts of sadness.
He stares in to the cats eyes as they dimmed and shut, the man starts crying uncontrollably and pets the cats head and tells him he loves him.
After this the man goes home sits on his chair and an eerie feeling of not knowing Ur fellow friend wont be there to comfort you comes over the man.
The grief is to strong the man starts drinking heavily and takes his own life.
I Wrote this pretty quickly its like 4am I couldn't sleep.
Its funny the story above is based loosely on me and my cat.
He sixteen years old Ive had him since the fifth grade and hes always been there for me.
Sleeping next to me I love petting him and smelling his hair.
I got real close to this cat after my divorce.
He real sick now and you never know life comes at you quick.
So make good of your time and to the people in your life
God gave us creatures
both big and small.
With many beautiful features,
to keep us enthralled.
Dogs, cats, birds,
small animals and species galore,
each time I think,
I find there is more.
These loving creatures,
he gave us for our companionship,
to make us forget our problems,
and for comfort and friendship.
It upsets me always,
when I drive on the streets,
to see a stray animal,
someone refused to keep.
These little creatures,
are pushed out of their homes.
They are left hungry and
the streets they roam.
They are God's gifts to us,
for comfort and joy.
Not to be thrown away,
like a child's broken toy.
Well we certainly did it last night
When we went grocery shopping, there was a slight oversight
The dog will not eat his regular feast out of the bag under the sink
But he won't go thirsty, he will have plenty to drink
He's a good old boy, he will not complain
We're having Meatloaf, Mashed Potatoes topped with the dog's Gravy Train
The chunks seemed to soften as they were put on the stove to bring out the flavor
The family will find out if it is something a person would savor
The smell was quite odd, not bad, not good, just odd
Maybe this would be gourmet in some areas abroad
As the kids sit the table, with the plates all the trimmings
The secret item is reduced to simmering
Everyone is ready to hear about the brown chunky stuff on the potatoes, I begin to
We forgot our usual Mc Cormick's instant, so we had to Fido's Gravy Train
Everyone at the table looked at one another
I hand the first plate to their mother
The next serving I passed to our daughter of age three
Then the next one came to me
I took one bite, the chunk shimmied down the throat
My stomach instantly began to bloat
The three year old took a bite and passed gas with the sound of a Whooping
Needless to say we gave Fido back his Gravy Train
they have orange.
they have green.
they have red.
they have yellow.
they have purple.
those colours should make everyone happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
because the are nice bright ,happy colours
A Welsh New Year
The night's dark shadow
creeps softly over the sky.
Dark, soft fingers pull slowly at the light,
fully engulfing it into it's dark mass.
The wind whips off the sea.
Snatching and releasing,
pushing and pulling.
Rough and unforgiving.
Wild as our hearts,
beating quickly in the night.
The wooden walls groan in around us.
deeply into the cliff.
A yearning spirit hides in anticipation
behind each eye,
quivering in excitement and childish glee.
one scuttling figure jumps from the couch
and out the door.
We chase him,
fleeting feet and unruly rain jackets,
across the courtyard and towards the wild sea.
The wind's intensity grows with the seconds.
when we reach the light.
giant and glowing.
The sea roars far below us
and the wind thrashes and screams in our ears.
I feel as if it could lift me off my feet
and carry it as far as it pleased.
Clinging tightly to whoever is closest,
we stand in silent awe.
But it only last one flickering moment,
before we're dashing back
to the warm safety of the indoors.
But when the morning comes,
and all putter around the kitchen,
little fragments of the night still remain.
A crumpled flag of the living room floor.
Muddy shoes scattered
on the cold entranceway.
The quick sprawled footprints in the sand.
And a lone wine-glass of water,
on a disheveled bedside table.
Gentle smiles pass through the house,
and the steady sea beats rhythmically on.
I got a first pet it was different from everybody's first pet i had a half
cat half dog.i named it cado.but i thought he was cool.everyone kept making
fun of him.but i loved him dearly.
Is this my city?
Oh! what a pity.
Is this my place?
A thought makes my mind race.
We walked on roads, without a glance.
Now walking on roads, is taking a chance.
So many vehicles, so much pollution.
Is this real, or is this illution?
Where are the trees, where are the birds feathered?
All seem to be so endangered.
What I see is chaos and commotion.
Growing and growing is IT's invation.
I wonder if I can get back those days.
When clouds looked like flying maze.
But here I sit in my cab and gaze.
A sight filled with smoky haze.
I think and think as my watch goes tick.
Who's making my city so sick?
I see my land, I see it sink.
We have to do something, or we'll loose it in a wink.
So lets spread green, and lets all hurry.
Before the nature shows its fury.
By planting trees again and again.
Its not money, its life that we gain.
Isn't this a thought, a thought we must ponder.
I reach my destination, while I still wonder.
Is this my city?
Oh! what a pity.
Is this my homeland?
O God! soon wave your magic wand.
i try to sit next to you.
i try to talk to you but i just cant.
i try to join your art class.
nothing seems to work.
i wish i could just say i love you.
I'll never get that back
that thing I had with you
but now puppies
they force a smile
love these little people
how they treat me
they love me and I'm lucky
I laugh, I can't be lost person
more lucky than you
Strange it looks,
some one crying on winning a race.
He was o loser and a victor.
After such a long fight,
what is left on a banished field ?
broken skulls and roaring laughter,
Everything was crushed under falling snow
And over the fire hangs a skeleton
The real truth again hides in the
There is no witness of any crime.
The court adjournd and the symbolists
Justice has come for a sale.
The highest bidder will get the chair
Now will begin the layered aches
Don’t go brutal in the veins
blood is diluted
life has become complex.
Barefoot truth walks,
in the sun without shadows.
We are beaten by lies.
The caste aside had a carnal thrust,
and the stars were weeping.
I will die of a primordial death one day.
What is the central theme, of present life ?
It has no nuances, only the numerical strength of passions.
Question marks are leaving,
an omnipresent stink everywhere.
An awakening without,
a flame does not inspire
a hidden defeat of haloed touchstone.
I will go for a swim,
in the dead sea to taste,
the salt of all the white moons.
How would our forefathers
know the masks?
I missed the heartbeats for a vessel of stars,
while death was always near,
circling the house.
The network of sorrow,
beams to world.
Can symmetry of pain
provide a plank for the sinking mind?
I cannot hold the curling smoke of a tainted fact.
The fear, the anxiety,
empowers the animal look.
An uncovered seed sprouting into
tiny root on my hand
starts a conspiracy.
People talk about the meditation,
and senile body shrinks.
There is a song above the sorrow and
freedom from the assassination of ideologies.
Hold my arm !
Why do you run away
from the primordial fear?
Of tight emptiness?
A shapeless entity of drifting psyche?
This was your home
where carcasses of cliches
hang from the doors of wisdom.
of vacant connotations.
Inch by inch you were eating
your prophetic pauses
salt had become tasteless.
Counting the kisses of
moths on the screen
a candle burned furiously.
I never picked the colors of cloud, of rain, of blood.
What becomes of happening,
of being, of reaching?
The stones of truth are very sharp.
The roads were conspiring
insects collecting, under the surface.
Circling winds had
a heavy stench of death
but words were very intelligent.
Now me, now not,
a thought is always there.
My genes navigate on collapsing walls,
words, dark mind, broken dreams.
But thought is always there.
I hold on firmly to sounds,
the thought is always there.
Brain goes into a nameless friction,
of aimless voyage
I rediscover the myth and abandon the zone of thoughts.
Distance becomes a wailing music.
Sitting between the flesh and bones
I recognise the relic of a window.
Let us drop the years,
become timeless, empty and hollow.
Egocentric wind violates the lungs.
We cannot sing in praise of earth.
I walk through the body,
stripping to the bones, to find the seeds.
I refuse to pluck the flowers.
To become or not to become a renegade,
or to die or not to die for a semi-god ?
These were some of the questions
thrown at an incomplete script.
What elevated you to a celebrity ?
Your hump or deep wrinkled groans ?
Age is abating, abattoir is empty.
Exile from the past is over.
When you intend to comeback to childhood
and become a simple star ?
Behind the mask lies the embrace of death
I am afraid the flames will engulf,
the genius of pathways.
Everything into turn with obsolete gossip.
A patch of sunlight becomes a costly exposure
Bones are entwined in eternal cuddle.
Pusy cat, pusy cat.
Pusy cat, pusy cat.
they have stopped moving with me like clouds,
Sap frozen, inertia overtaking
mouth after mouth black shut.
Toads are croaking.
Incence of hate wafting
from scrolling suicides.
The terrorist is on move
from valley to valley
shrine to shrine
river to river.
Bulls in veils bellowing in dark.
Self-seeking or sensing the history ?
Intentness of kill or empathy of pain ?
Who were the masters hiding behind hills ?
Let me choose my scratchings from unknown pen.
My paper should remain unwritten,
nobody will draw the line
nobody will put the signatures.
Some truth disempowers you. You wanted
to be yourself as if not to become extinct.
A negative stress
starts churning your entrails.
Zero inertia. Your body begins
rummaging the soul for a prayer
which can arouse your thoughts.
All drunk now. Flashback events.
The virtue of tongue lets go the integrity.
Bewildered, spirited flesh ultimately cracks.
The violence tumbles out. My heart
Soon there will be a crowd
to seek a philosophical kill.
What shall I write
from the empty, desolate heart,
when every word is being scraped ?
You want to clean the mess
of a lifetime,
yet labour brings loneliness
and you inherit
the depth of a problem.
A thought which has no ending.
A constant battle with yourself
in the bleak winter of age.
One by one they have died,
Your invisible gods.
The vast landscape
of knowing the truth
still remains unconquered.
Pursue you must for the sake of moment
a flame which has no heat !
Pathways have no boundaries,
thinker was without a thought.
Hostile mind refuses to believe
truth was missing from life.
From depth to depth measurement had failed.
God does not know his creation now.
Foolish flesh now burns in thudding bangs
of dry butter. I want you to touch the
opaque eyes of eternity. In captivity of
sighs and groans. You ought to understand
who was original. There had been free
invitation to become unfaithful.
There were masks, gene shifts and longevity.
This evening a drama will be enacted in sky
by unburnt bras and a black hole. There will
be thrill. It was easy to bury the skulls among
floating names. The wreath will be placed
on the transitional edge of sweetness.
Which never was.