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Details | Couplet | |

On The Moon

Thea, grandfather Alferd's dog died, she was so old and sick
Now is Thea on the moon, says Adrian who is six

Michael Jackson died so unexpectedly and abruptly
He is on the moon and plays with Thea, says Adrian who is a big fan

Betzy, grandfather Arild's dog died, she was also old and sick
Now Betzy is also on the moon with Thea and Michael Jackson and play all day

Great Grandmother died so unexpectedly and abruptly
Adrian who is six had difficulty understanding

Adrian who is six cried many tears for Great Grandmother
but comforted himself with the fact that she is sitting on the moon and
makes waffles to Thea, Michael Jackson and Betzy.




04.11.2012
A-L Andresen :)  - A true story -


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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.”


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Companion

The old man sits in his chair by the door
His dog lies beside him curled up on the floor
Ever since that day when the man lost his wife
that dog had, to him, been the whole of his life

With his constant companion through all those long days
he'd sit in the sun enjoying its rays
It seemed like for hours the old man had dozed
A faint smile on his face and his eyes tightly closed

The dog licks his hand and emits a faint whine
and looks up at his face as if for a sign
but the man doesn't move, just continues to smile
so the dog lays back down on the floor for a while

The dog gets its ball, lays it down at his feet
but the man takes no notice, just stays still in his seat
He nudges the ball as if he were saying
"What's wrong with you, why aren't you playing"

Then, as if in acceptance, the dog quietly sighs
and looks up one last time with adoring eyes
The dog keeps his vigil through the night 'til next day
ever since, that sad morning, when the man passed away 


Details | Rhyme | |

?? PUPPY ??

     My Puppy

Day one: Haiku :::always together // here puppy where are you boy // see her all alone

Always together.                                                                   
What went wrong?                                                               
Fighting for the pillow made of a feather.                                
What went wrong?
Cuddled under cold weather.                                              
What went wrong?
Biting on one another                                                                
You two always belong.                                                              
Playing with your brother.                                       
Barking to any song.
Running around your dear mother.
She also felt something is wrong.

Day two: Haiku :::over his body // sad to see you went away // blood on car fender.

Today I see my pup alone.
Where can you be?
I can sadly hear her moan .
Where can you be?
Not stepping out of her zone.
Where can you be?
Missing you, my puppy began to roam.
My pup can finally see.
You have left her alone.
Letting out a howl, she is calling me.
I ran out of my home .
To see my pup cry a tune so sadly.
A pair, you left her alone.
For her I feel so badly.
Now she has no one to take her bone.
A bowl you to always share .
A love for eachother so rare.
Both came with brown coat medium shaggy hair
I never knew a dog can deeply care.
Who said life for a dog is fair?
Sad for me to know my pup knew she lost her pair.

Day three: Haiku :::Digging up a hole // my puppy smelled terrible  // rest in peace, dad dig.

by: P.D.
((I added the 3 day haiku, my pup was missing ))


Details | Elegy | |

Saver On His Final Rest


His body cringed and whined in a terrible anguish, Counted gasps of last breaths foreboding his hopeless waiting, His master whom he longed to see before his soul will finally be freed, Will no longer return and their memories in her mind may even fade. It was his second time that he had been caught by stranger’s fatal decoy, The crux of the matter was her absence, so who could save him once more? Happy were the days when he was with her…given foods, bones and toy, On his first food poisoning, he was revived by her - such a great joy! His halcyon days since puppyhood were wistful things to remember, So naughty he was… poop here- pee there but he was patiently cleaned by her; He closed his eyes on his baths to feel his body scrub and nail brushing, So tidy, yet he must stay off the house while she was in the office, working. He had encountered accidents many times as he roamed around, By his dog’s name, he was so resilient in his master’s care and love; To give back all the pet’s love and compassion, he closely guarded her, Going out at night, he didn’t care the many dogs that barked to hinder. He was a real smart dog, looked like a trained one by his master, He sent her to the bus station, then went back to fetch her after work; When time came that his master has to leave and work abroad, She was forced to leave him and he was entrusted to their landlord. Who could save him from danger and death for the second time? As his breaths slowly drenched, his hope crumbled in a quarter dime; No one could really replace the sympathy and care of a real master, No one could no longer save the life of a very dear smart dog, Saver. Giving a last kind gaze to his pseudomaster seated beside him, As if begging, “ Convey to my real master that I’ll forever be her loyal friend,” After lifting his right foreleg, he slowly laid it down back to the ground, Finally, on to his eternal rest from all sleepless nights in guarding his house.
November 19, 2013 10.15. pm ©2013by Leonora Galinta


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 | Free verse | |

The deer hunter


On a cold winter’s morning
in the Wicklow mountains
a lone man stalks the land;
his hound shadows him. 

He moves silently, swiftly,
approaching a clearing
where the pine forest gives way 
to heather-covered hills. 

Alert to movement,
he steps carefully into position.
His dog stands stock still, waiting;
its nose quivers
in the icy air.

He slips the rifle from his shoulder
moving to a tree
bare of branches. 
Carefully he pulls the trigger, 
the dog darts forward.

Dragging the carcass of a Sika
he walks through a forest
stripped of bark.
Trunks ooze with infection;
the reason for the cull.

He hears gunfire ahead. 
‘Could be poachers.’
He investigates.
Poachers are the true vermin
in this environment.

They kill for money,
no respect for the species.
Stags beheaded, bodies remain,
inexperienced hunters, 
the wounded animals suffer.

An animal lover,
he lives a solitary life 
at his isolated cottage.
Keeper of the deer
deep within the mountains.




Details | Rhyme | |

Man's Best Friend

They bark, they whine, they growl, they howl,
different in nature with a wonderful soul.
Very much a man's best friend, 
the best they could be even with unlike gene-strand.

They bark, they whine, they growl, they howl,
proudly guarding the owner even when the weather is cold.
Resting under their feet and more like perfectly shielded,
eagerly and patiently waiting to get rewarded.

They bark, they whine, they growl, they howl,
greatly appreciating the simple food given in a bowl.
A man's best friend in every kind of way,
till the last breath they could stay.

They bark, they whine, they growl, they howl...


-kumaran santhana-


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


Details | Narrative | |

Noises in the Night

One cold night, deep in thought, and curled in fright,
From folklore tales aimed to scare;
My rigid poise froze to a screeching noise
Outside, a voice not like I've heard before, to leave I would not dare
“It’s probably just an owl or creature of the night out there"
I muttered to myself, then pretended not to care

Oh, I recall quite vividly this icy Winter’s night
With grainy sight, the sandman came to lead me to his land
The weariness I fought but eventually he caught
Pulling me quite taut to somewhere far less bland   
Where I became the leader of a marvellous brass band
And down that path sandman tightly gripped me by my hand

Trumpeters and trombone players played musically in layers
Exciting each and everyone, spreading joy to all around
But my dreams were playing tricks, my mind was in a mix
The bass tuba sounded sick, not playing tuneful sounds
Instead a grating shrill, then the whining of a hound
The lightning and the rain came too, my dream then ran aground           

Alone I grew more frightened and the intensity just heightened
The shrieks and shrills grew louder with an occasional thunder clap
Taking sanctuary under bed sheets, preying for melodic sound beats   
Suffering this painful feat, my soul took a massive slap
Oh how I longed for it to stop and to return me to my nap
The bleakness of that night, my mind caught in a trap

Morning later broke, the ground outside was soaked
The noise had faded but there was still a haunting in my ears
A crunch, a grind, a squeak a whine
The cause I vowed to find, and to take away my fears
From the upstairs window I saw a farmer crouched in tears
And a windmill's broken sails; the mystery closure neared

Across the muddy field, I approached the man kneeled
Sobbing over what appeared to be a dead Alsatian
He'd found it just lying there, the hound, his best friend 
Downed by a falling windmill piece, killing gods creation
"A slow death" the farmer said "he must have cried out for attention"
"And my mill cranks broken causing noises of a nauseating sensation"



Details | Ballad | |

Memorial for Cain

'They' tell me, now, A husky-mix dog won't stay. Tie 'em up, pen 'em, Or the neighbor's complain. So, I didn't even Look for another Cain. But let me tell you, My Cain dog was Husky. Silver and grey and a 'from the toenails' growl... But HE stayed, no chains. Small town, Oklahoma, no leash. Everybody knows everybody; me and Cain, Bicycle riding, summer days. Grandma Dugan waving, Mr. John Long tossing out soup bones, For Cain. "Yonder's thet Earli and her dawg." "Boy! Pur-D-hot! Wisht'id rain." "Wonder whar she's going 'ta noon?" Nap, doze, one more summer gone... But...so was Cain. "Hey Earlie? Thet you, girl?" "Whar's thet big white dawg?" "Oh yeah?" "Too bad." and "How'd he die?" "You don't hardly seem like Earli, Without thet white dog, Cain." Ten long, hard years and lots of road. But no white dog's shoulders To share the good times...or the pain, And...I don't hardly FEEL like Earli, Without my white dog, Cain.


Details | Rhyme | |

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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life choices

the father sees a neighbor
screaming with child as she runs
out the front door to shelter
he hustles his own to shelter
and turns to see other neighbors
with their two dogs come running behind

the shelter's too small to hold everyone,
the father says climb in but we can't fit the dogs 
the neighbors hesitate - then pull the dogs
back to their house as father shuts shelter door

in a few seconds jets and trains and 
bombs overhead shiver into steel and 
time stops or stretches to infinity
as flotsam shoots through cracks

father opens shelter door sure he will 
witness haunting fears he knows
and runs to the pile that was 
minutes ago, the neighbors house

throwing pieces of piles aside
he digs to the small space that 
two hundred and ten miles per hour
had enclosed to free friends and dogs

both men shudder at their fortunes
the father, immensely glad to not 
have to bear witness and grief,
the owner, who couldn't 
do that to his beloved dogs

© Goode Guy 2013-12-26

http://www.npr.org/2013/12/26/257255801/after-moores-f5-tornado-storm-shelter-interest-increases


Details | Ballad | |

The ballad of Tich Thomas

The Ballad of Tich Tomas
.
A dog was howling in the night
Perhaps she knew the truth
That Tich would not be coming home
This dog needed no proof
That the man who she loved so
He’d come to her no more
Because Lance corporal Thomas was
 A victim of the war.

Now Tich, he was a country boy
His farm it was his life
A boon to his community
He’d give in times of strife
He learned his trade in farming school
With honours he’d come through
Then settled down to work his farm
That’s what he planned to do.

But then, one day it came to him
The news he did not need
He’d been called up for army life
He went off without heed
To do his time in Puckapunyal
To get him set for war
He soon made it as Infanteer
So he joined a fighting corp

He worked real hard and gained a stripe
This showed he had potential
He earned his skills in jungle fighting
And then there came the call
For he to go to Vietnam
To five RAR he was sent
Charlie company was his unit
When off to war he went

It was in April sixty six
Our man went into battle
There in the Phuc Tuy provence
Those guns did roar and rattle
Our Tich he fought real gallantly
So brave was he, but then
The shrapnel done it’s evil job
He joined the fallen men.

They brought his body back to those
Who were waiting for him there
The whole town came to welcome him
And helped with grief and prayer
They buried him with all the honours
That came to fighting souls
Who died to keep their country free
Courageous in their roles.

More honour it was placed on him
By the country where he’d fought
They built a statue in his name
And his likeness it was caught
By the sculptor who did honour him
And carve him into stone
And now Tich Tomas guards the park
As he stands there all alone.

If you’re ever down in Nannup town
Go to the park that’s there
You’ll see the statue of young Tich
As his spirit everywhere
Will fill the souls of those who see
This fighting man, so brave
Who’s body lies so peacefully
In his own town, in a grave.

2007


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Bowl of sorrow


              
                      Eating bowls of dying meat
                      sucking poison which taste sweet.
                    Gas filled bodies that retain their juice
                     a dead little dog that took abuse.
                   The death song plays for a mutilated boy
                      insane parents who receive no joy.
                    Black dogs bark at the funeral fires
                     death looks down and picks his desires.
                   The decapitated body of an unknown man
                       no one cried which was part of the plan.
                   A shot in the dark took the poor man down
                     crazy children laugh as they hear the sound.
                    'Blood in the gutter' whispered the man
                      slay your neighbor as fast as you can
                      No one hears this , no one understands
                     'Blood in the gutter' whispered the man.
                    A slash of the knife brought grandma down
                    the young boys laughed at the blood on the ground.
                  The blood stained clothes of a forgotten child
                    the man with the knife is running wild.
                   The meat in the gutter might be your own
                     for you are left for dead
                    and to the dogs you were thrown !
                                                                          © By Larry Hays




Details | Quatrain | |

The Pup

A book was read
The day before last
It should have said
Look to the past

As Kate picked it up
Out of the book
Popped one giant pup
That barked and shook

This pup was all clad
In heavy brown fur
His howl was so sad
As if to muster

The look on his face
Was easy to tell
He looked like some space
Was the best type of spell

Kate sat there in shock
As the pup looked on
He licked at her sock 
And Kate gazed upon

The pretty young pup
Made his way close
As Kate got on up
To walk on her toes

The pup followed Kate
And wouldn't give in
Till she took the bait
Which made the dog grin

The dog gave a lick
One, two, and three
Her face was all slick
And she tried to see

Kate gave a laugh
It sounded quite shy
It was cut in half
As Kate then had died.


~ Die a 'Fun' Death Free Poetry Contest
         - sponsored by Natalie the Rogue Rhymer


Details | Narrative | |

The Visit

I visited you today,
At that place where you lay.
I placed flowers and a picture of you and me at your cold headstone.
As I was leaving, the wind picked up,
Throwing my hair in my tear-filled eyes,
That soon streamed down my face,
I tried to t hold them back,
Soon gave up on that.

I am not who I used to me,
I died along time ago, when you had to pass,
With one lingering question.....
Where is the "good" in this "goodbye?" 

I visited you today,
And cried, fighting the tears back.
Trying to figure what good comes from goodbye....


Details | Ballad | |

The Ibis episode

The Ibis Episode

Today I walked into my garden
To give our dog attention
{Now he’s a dog so big and strong
I guess this I should mention}
And then my eyes, rested upon
This bird, a sacred Ibis
Which made me worry quite a bit
Cause my pond was filled with fish.

This big birds strutted round the place
He could not seem to fly
But I knew that if my Boy caught him
The poor bird well might die
So I was in a quandary
As to what I well might do
So I put the dog into the house
So I could think thing s through

I walked up to the mulberry tree
{He was perched upon a limb}
And I really got quite close to him
And softly spoke to him
He didn’t seem to mind at all
But then, he flew away
It seems he wasn’t hurt at all
Which really made my day.











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A Messanger From Hell

I am sitting in my light brown leather reclining chair
after a strenuous day at my office glad to be home
no more stress no wife just my dog Bandit at my side
I'm holding in my right hand  my favorite relaxing drink
a single malt scotch on cracked ice with a twist of lemon

as I was about  to close my eyes just a little past seven
counting the blessings in my life from heaven
then out of the unexpected blue everything changed
never I mean never to be the same again
or maybe I was just going insane

out of the corner of my right eye
what I saw oh God what I saw was something that really 
scared the hell out of me 
as the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up
and my flesh turned cold

a man dressed all in black and red
with a haunting evil look in his coal black eyes 
I believed he was from the dead
stepped right through a solid wall made of brick an stone
and stood there looking around the room

then looked right through me as though I wasn't there
my dog bandit backed up in fright and hid behind the chair
making noises like I never heard him make before
as my goose bumbled flesh turned cold as ice
I sat paralyzed could not move from my light brown leather reclining chair

then he smiled a shark like pointed toothy grin 
as he placed his gaze my way
and pointed a long gray boney finger right at me
the only sound that I could hear was the beating of my own heart
as though it was going to tare my chest apart

then he spoke in a low evil raspy voice and said
I'll be awaiting you on the other side

then he turned to leave the room
the way he entered by stepping right through a solid wall
made of brick an stone
now I sit here all alone wondering and shaking 
what the hell just happend to me

is there something in my life that I must change 
my life do I have to rearrange 
I do not want to meet that messenger from hell on the other side

this is not a tale I tell
for you may think I'm crazy as hell
but I believe in what I saw
I was visited by a messenger from hell

if there is a lesson to be learned from my story
look into your life and change what will make it right
to travel into the light 
to heaven not hell
when your time ends upon this earth


Details | Rhyme | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

The New God

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart beats out of your chest
Ready to consume the final climax
I know who you are - when the lyrics fail to resemble
Letting your poison drip straight from your lips
Portraying, entertaining the image of sex's delusion
You know only rape - manifestation of hate
Lack of the fruit of the beauty of a human mind
Depths you'll never penetrate!

She was only a doll - type of a lost father's adore
Impaled into a desperate whore
Shamefully out of broken safety's  choice 
She bore embryogenesis of morose
May your rusty blades caress as they please

So confront the masses with the halt of embryogenesis
Let the worship of machines be
Leg them construct us cell to cell
Nature's just in the way
Of our race of perfectly engineered machines!
The burden of conception
Surrenders to the will of
The New God
   


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Crossing Through The Red Sea Undivided

The calm and quiet serenity embracing a string of fine buildings and a hypocritical weather which seems as if a quarrel manifested between the day and the night say it all as we enjoy the romantic stroll. Our aim is highly achieved if this was official, we would demand a certificate but the environment, our smiles, our love and our world are more than enough reward as we warm our souls and take the slow, gentle pace. the red flag was totally absent as we noticed many of them with tails unwag by-passing one, not knowing it is the scumbag began its vile its voice and energy much more than three angry wives on top of their nag. A drastic lag in our steps of royalty as my darling was taken over with gags. Then comes the full rage, attacks and great disdain to us. They were initially five; but now twelve. Creating a strategy by walking zigzag served fruitless and more like a drag as the voices of hell get even closer. making my wife scared as never before. Just one attack , can attract a deadly feast. Turning us into rags tearing us snag after snag and separating our flesh from body like a slag. That one bite, is now seconds closer with the lead intimidator showing its brag but 'the protector' being my tag; I turned swiftly and immediately going downwards and acting to take a weapon. Then the dozen of cowards impersonated Usain Bolt. 'That's my swag!" was the showing but in reality, I embraced my love passionately, thanking God for such a miracle with a skipping heart and a trembling body.


Details | Haiku | |

UNBORN

Born in Paris into a cubbyhole;
Someone tossed me off in the suburb;
All what is left a bind around my neck.


Details | Free verse | |

la la la's just killing me

about who does or not does in literature
we meet so many dogs
barking dogs
biting dogs
all kinds of dogs
some with pedigree and those collars
with shiny medallions
or stray dogs for which
leash is their salvation
and their freedom has the effect of a yelping…
for whom saw Hitchhiker's Guide intergalactic
they know
rezistance is useless!
for others it can be a mouse literature.
white one 
sitting quietly in the closet
and nibbling on paper shelves.
what's behind the paper does not matter
it could be a trap
and literature not possibly be a rat
no!?

I do not know what is about with all the literature lately
But sure it's not the girl in the fourth grade
that girl who runs and
her panties always fall
or her teacher's fault?

finally
 [I pray]
rezistance is useless
could be hell on earth


Details | Rhyme | |

Shelly's memory

It doesn’t matter how hard I try to hide the tears
One keeps coming every minute your apart from me
Heaven is supposed to take your beloved away
Maybe we’re just to not love anyone so they can stay
Can’t hide my feelings though
God sure enough saw the love
Another day another life taken away
I miss you and I take it out on everybody
I wouldn’t have to if at least I could bury your body
Simple is as easy as simple can be
But I should’ve been with you more, please
Now I wish I can take it all back
Told you everyday you’re the best dog in the world
Listened to my cry even though I knew you didn’t realize
That was important to me
Sitting back on the swing that was demolished
Like the twin towers, you didn’t see what was comin
I can probably move on
But the truth is the thought of it is just too wrong
It’s like watching a murderer come into your house
Take a knife to your family’s throats and lash out
You were once my best friend
But I left you and wasn’t there at the end
Simple is not that easy simple is just not
Simple would’ve let me be with you all the time
When I yelled you came
Helped me through my worst pains
Protected me at night
Made sure I could sleep just right
No one knows what it’s like to become something we were
A dog and a human
Both sisters in their minds both girls workin for a livin
When I sang you howled back 
Jumped on the trampoline and snuggled by my back
As I dreamed about what it would be like if eternity was possible
You dreamed about staying with me and nothing to make us stop, oh
And I’m sorry about the way I focused on other things
That isn’t even half important to me
Too bad we couldn’t have grown up at the same rate
Too bad I didn’t see how much I need you until you were gone
Too bad we couldn’t have made it through
Too bad I lost the only perfect thing in this world
Too bad I lost you…

Shelly I’ll never forget you


Details | I do not know? | |

vodie vodka

wish we could
explain the pain we
feel in our hearts..
In our thoughts ..
in our tears when 
we remember you…
Our tears are
named…our  thoughts
are written..
With all the
beautiful memories 
and smiles of you…
You gave us joy and
happiness..  warmth
and love..
You were our son…and
a loyal brother..a
true friend..
Who never bothered
us even if you were
in pain..
Never killed a
innocent life even
if it’s the nature’s
way..
You were always
special in your own
way..
 The prayers we
prayed together and
the songs we sang..
The ball games we
had with the runs in
our yard..
With the rain drops
you played and at
the pool you rest..
Memories are
strongly held and
cherished always…
May be in years to
come we may have a
doggie pet..
But no one will ever
take your place..and
it will never be the
same..
Our dearest vodka…we
truly deeply miss
you..
Missing the smiles
you gave when ever
you saw us..
Feels like our world
is torn apart.. we
Feel the emptiness
in our house and in
our hearts..
But thank you  Vodka
for the beautiful
six years you gave
us..
With lots of
happiness and love
we never felt it was
never enough..
You were a part of
our family..a part
in our lives..
We will always love
you and remember
you..
Now that you are
gone to heaven to be
with god…
You will always live
in our  heart with
all the memories of
yours..
We love you and miss
you our beloved 
Vodie Vodka..!

Written by – Dilupa
Wijegunasekara 
(27th October 2013)


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Short Story in Verse

He was a guard dog
And very good at his job,
But one night he met a man
Who had killing on his mind.

The man was an assassin
With a contract to complete,
But the dog also had a job
Which he took very seriously.

She was the only witness 
In a very important case,
She was also a detective
So she knew what danger was.

The night before the trial began,
The killer made his move
To take care of this witness
So she could never testify.

He crept softly through an open window,
And slowly climbed the stairs,
He drew his gun and opened the door,
But a cyclone met him inside.

The dog had been waiting
With a growl deep in his throat,
He threw himself at that killer
And bore him over the rail.

The witness drew her weapon
And jumped up out of bed,
She heard the screams and growling,
And quickly went down the stairs.

The killer lay quiet on the floor
With the dog standing over him,
"Hold him, Tiger"! she commanded
"While I report this on the phone."

The killer went to prison,
The witness testified,
So now this story is ending,
I hope you, dear readers, are satisfied.



Details | Sestina | |

ROXY, THE ROTTWEILER

Roxy as the loudest rottweiler in Waterbury, an historic town in Connecticut,
Roxy was a vigilante dog, which never let a stranger or a burglar in;
once this ranch home was a haven, thanks for the love she had shown!
While I was watching my favorite movie, she joined in with interest; 
I padded her to let her know that I approved of her curiosity,
and I spoiled her with foods that dogs shouldn't eat: like cookies and pastry! 



On the sunniest days of spring and summert, we spent many hours playing, I threw the ball
and she would find it anywhere on the lawn and bring it back breathing heavily;
whoever says that dogs can't be human?....They have already proven that to us
by being our best friends! A dog can rescue a child from a burning house,
and jump into the coldest pool and bring that baby unharmed to safety;
and many of them take risks that we wouldn't take, to protect us in dangerous situations!



Canines have been our bodyguards since ancient times...Homer, the blind poet, had one, too,
but what they don't have is a spirit like ours, that spirit which returns, upon death, to God;
and will they ever go to Heaven with us? Our answer should be no, but the odds of taking  
them with us, wouldn't be favorable, so we must leave them behind in their earthly dwelling! 
When we'll be resurrected by Christ, we'll remember these loyal and dear companions
that shared our affections, our joy of loving, and our same fate: living and dying like we do!
     



Roxy was the gentlest and the most affectionate dog that ever lived, Roxy kept me from harm;
and what she gave was more than anyone could ever give! And my appreciation and gladness
were demonstrated in my caring ways: making sure she was well-fed and had plenty 
of water to drink, when I would be gone for hours...and on my return, she would greet me 
with a loud bark, and licking my cheeks, she jumped on me and tickled me with her paws!  
Roxy was a gift from a neighbor who died alone; she entrusted her to me, and called me son!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Rhyme | |

Doggone

The taggy wailed dog
left all alone
head on her paws
sleeping on stone.

Tummy is empty
fur is undone
Eyes dimly see
rain is to come.

A voice softly cries
"Oh little one !
Will you come with
me
I am the sun"


Her tail wags once
her heart gives a
leap
The waggy tailed dog
Slips into sleep.

Awakes to your arms
holding her dear
A dream she had 
distant past clear.

She could be yours
She could be mine
One never knows
Until.. that time.


Details | Free verse | |

Michelle

A little dog so scared with her tucked tail
Came to my front porch one day.
She was ragged and torn, but sharp as a nail,
And when I looked at her I could see
what a price she did pay.
What kind of abuse this poor little creature had endured.
I could never imagine and it would never happen again
I assured.
We fed her and bathed her and gave her a home.
And not once in all those years did this little dog roam.
When she first came whe would cower and hide.
If a broome or rake handle of any kind
she did abide.
We finally gained her trust as the days moved on,
And she wasn't afraid anymore of being abused and alone.
The years flew by and she grew dim in her eye,
She couldn't see very well, especially at night.
She could only fiind her way by seeing the porch light.
She got confused one night when she saw a car light.
And followed it into the road.
Now my baby Michelle is at rest in the woods 
but not her final abode.
For I believe you see,
She's waiting for me.


Details | Quatrain | |

Man's Best Friend

Emerging from the downtown hardware store I saw a strange funeral procession Two black limo hearses were at the front Then walked a man without expression The man had a shaggy dog on a leash A long string of people followed him All of these people were in single file That’s why I addressed the man on a whim “Forgive me for asking; I’m curious” “What type funeral procession is this”? My wife’s in the lead hearse; my dog killed her When she Bi*ched at me, he just went amiss But I see there are two hearses up front Alas, my mother-in-law was killed too When she tried to help my wife, he killed her Once my dog got mad, I knew they were through I thought for a minute; then spoke real low “I have a strange request, if you don’t mind” “Is there a chance I could borrow your dog”? Well sure, but you have to go get in line


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

A Dog's Last Journey, Revised

Walking down the road, hungry and cold,
The dog whimpered, not knowing she was old,
Nor did she know that the man she loved,
Was trying to send her to Heaven above.

The old dog had cancer and her head would ache,
She shivered and found it was hard to stay awake,
She lay down at last, still fighting the pain
And thought of the warm house as it started to rain.

The dog had been true and had loved the man
who knew his dog was worth more than His plans,
He turned and drove back to help his old friend,
And found her fighting the pain right up to the end.

He picked up his dog and stroked the gray head,
Then drove the dog home and placed her in bed,
Turned on soft music and gazed long at his pet,
Then with hot tears of sorrow, took her to the vet.

He held his friend tightly as the vet gave the last shot,
The dog licked her friend's hand as Her world became dark.


Details | Senryu | |

Waiting


The old dog waited By the front door, unmoving Refusing death's call..


Details | I do not know? | |

Passed Away

Royal blue dog
Covered in dirt
Close your sight, fold your hands
Pray your sayings
Ready to go
Think of the memories you spent with him on the road



Details | I do not know? | |

Like

I feel like a dog chasing his tail
Like I’m sailing on a sea in a stormy gale
Like a seashell lost in a hurricane
I have nobody but myself to blame

Like I’m road kill swollen up in the sun
Like my life has all came undone
Like I’m an old bone on which the dog likes to chew
To the end of my rope what else is to do

Like an egg dropped off a ten foot wall
Like I’m running when I’m trying to fall
There is nowhere else left to go
Like being tossed to and fro

Like away from the world I want to be hid
I feel bad about what I went and did
Like I want to bid everyone good bye
I want to smile, but I just cry

Like a tornado twists about a tree
That’s the way my life will be
Just like a bear that wants to be fed
And like a traveler that hasn’t a bed 

My flight is hard and my journey’s long
Melancholy is my song
Like a grave yard in the darkest night
Don’t worry ‘bout me, I’ll be alright 


Details | Ballade | |

My Jeddah

My Jeddah 

I’ve had so many breeds of dog
Since the days of long ago
For as a child, I was denied
That lovely inner glow
That ‘s seen between a child and dog
That adds to his joy of life
When dog just sits there by his feet
Reducing childhood strife.

So when I grew into to a man
With dogs, I’d always live
They were part of my family
They had so much to give
They loved me unconditionally
And had such loyalty
And oh what joy these creatures gave
They always seemed to love me

But I wasn’t all that very kind
When I was a younger stud
After a tour of a war country
I’d treat my dogs like mud
But always they would love me so
No matter what I done
But If I picked a favourite dog
My Jeddah was the one

She was a cross bred German Shepherd
She lived her thirteen years
She walked with me, protected me
And it was very clear
That she would do just anything
To see I was alright
She’d follow me just everywhere
Our friendship was so tight.

Then one day Jeddah had to go
To that Doggie heaven place
The vet man gave her a small injection
As I looked into her face
She seemed to bid goodbye to me
With a look there in her eyes
Which seemed to say [I understand]
And that look seemed soo, soo wise.

That day I knew me one true thing
That dogs they have souls too
The way that old dog looked at me
I knew, I really knew
And now I treat my dogs like gold
And give them so much love
Until I say goodbye to them
When their souls return above.

7 July 2013 @ 0650hrs.











Details | Free verse | |

Dead Girl

Whose voice is that i think i know
Her voice is soft like the soft winds blow.
She skips with glee as she grows near.
Her skin is pale, as white as snow.

My dog beside me, finds it queer
To see her now after a year
Between two trees down by the lake.
The time she died was just last year.

My dog beside me starts to shake
To see this trick is a mistake
The tears that fall as i start to weep
Of deepest sorrows, my heart it aches

The feeling of grief it cuts me deep
But she will stay in my heart to keep
And as i cried i fell asleep
And as i cried I fell asleep


Details | Couplet | |

Forsaking Hope

An Angel stalked my better-half through my mind
Questioning our flawless design

Angel: "What is a beast if you grant it introspection?"
Man: "It's still an animal, yet closer to imperfection."

"What is a dog with no will to live?"
"A dog with a will always has hope to give."

"But dogs cannot contemplate, they simply are."
"Yet humans can, is it an improvement or a scar?"

"Undying love is a gift you bear!"
"What good is it when it hurts to care?"

"That is the beauty of woman and man!"
"But what is it, what truth is there to understand?"

"That is for God to tell"
"If our questions go unheard, I'm glad we fell."

"You've only fallen if you fail to see."
"I don't see god, but I can feel the animal in me."

"You would deny your God given status?"
"If God made us so great, then why can't we kill the bestial urges inside us?"

"Some people dwell closer to sin."
"Yet none of us can handle the animal within."

"I cannot help you if you can't agree."
"Only if I agree you will set me free?"

"Only with the glory of God can we save you and your kind."
"You cannot help me, you are just within my mind."

With that the Angel fell dead
The man stared calmly toward nothing and shot himself in the head


Details | Quatrain | |

My Dog named Shiva

My dog, named Shiva

I had a dog, named Shiva
So very long ago
Then one day I did grieve her
The tears how they did flow

We used to walk for miles
Us two, Shiva and I
Oh how she fills my heart with smiles
As the days they pass me by

My Shiva she took ill one day
My best friend she did die
My days oh, how they turned so grey
As in death she did lie

A dog is such a wonder
Mans best friend he be
My heart it felt like thunder
I was in such misery

When I was sad and miserable
So loving she would be
Oh, Shiva was so wonderful
I adored her endlessly.

17 November 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

A Lost One

Lost one
Tossed one
Tossed to and fro
and here and there
Lost one
Desperate tears 
Burdened,
By a world of cares
So much fear, it tears
Down to the last fiber of being
With no one
or no thing,
To give some kind of remedy
So torn,
So broken,
Just as these words are spoken
Hurting,
Deep inside, choking
Choking down the emotions, hold it in
Because these might be the last emotions, he’ll ever have again
Within, starting to grow,
More and more numb
Without 
Love,
No one to show him some
The lost one,
Tossed one
Tossed, by the worldly system
In this dog eat dog world
Where everyone is expendable
The lost one,
I am
Soldiering, in search of peace
Up and down the streets
For whoever,
Whatever
Can give me some relief
By any means is necessary
Whatever they may be
Be it God,
or be it guns
Whatever my choice may be,
It’s mine
I’ll own that
I’ve waited on you too long and,
The sun is setting
Now is the time
I’m tired of being lonely
Tired of being that lost boy
Waiting on you to find me, to hold me
Just hold it
Truth be told,
I just might be a lost cause
Just as a corpse-filled coffin,
Bracing a six-foot fall
I might be done
And if so,
Let that day come
Where mind and body’s at peace
No matter what race I’ve run
No matter what wrong I’ve done
Let it be known,
On my tombstone
I lived and died,
As just 
A lost one


Details | I do not know? | |

Midnight blade

Midnight blade unsheathe that metal put it down to the player let him see how it feels the expression that i felt was more than a smile when i heard him mourn with a slice to the arm the blood it poured like niagra falls like a sheep to the slaughter he lied their like a dog strong scent ammonia filtered the air why gas masks work great why dont you comply
the pain that i bore was far more insane your lucky a fragment of mercy is poured out like blood


Details | ABC | |

Am I Near Heaven

Am I Near Heaven.
A little boy and his went for a walk on Wednesday.
They came up on a big mountain that touch the sky.
The little boy said," we are going to climb up there today!"
                The dog barked.
They climbed for miles and miles. Up and up. Towards the sky
When they where almost to the top. He looked down to see the town.
As they climbed higher and higher the town became smaller and smaller.

When they got to the top. All they could see was clouds.
He could hear the birds below but no trees he could see.
He turn to his dog, a friend indeed, he asked with a look of need,"  Am
I near Heaven?"
   For just days ago his mother had died. and he wanted to be near..


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

Kill Room

Unforgiving cemented ground
Chaotic yearning echos 'round
Breathing seething sour fume
Hollow icebox makeshift tomb


Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye Teddy Boy

A sensitive soul has passed today
Goodbye Teddy boy you’re free to play
You gave us love of the greatest kind
Someone true and loyal is so hard to find

You brightened our lives for just four years 
Yet you have left a hole that nothing will fill I fear
Your light was extinguished much too soon
To have had you round us was such a boon

Your presence brought us so much joy
To play with you our Teddy Boy
To walk with you was joy stride after stride
People said things about you that filled us with pride

The last few months you had some pain
Yet you bounced back again and again
But now your pain free and can be 
That German Spitz we loved to see

So take your rest and by and by
We know our tears will surely dry
For as a dog there is none to compare
To our wonderful beautiful Teddy Bear

Written 23rd of June, after his passing in my hands atr the vets, good bless your free spirit Ted


Details | Rhyme | |

Little Dog Blue

Dog felt down, he never smiled anymore.
“I bet its because you're a bore!”
said Freda the Frog.
“Maybe,” said Dog.
So Frog did a trick, to make Dog smile.
And it helped him, just for a while.
“Oh, Dog, why are you blue?”
“I don't know Frog, I wish I knew.”

The next day, Dog could not grin.
Without a bark, he let the Cat in.
“What's this ol boy, you won't say hello?
What's gotten into you, my dear fellow?” 
So Cat led dog on a merry chase
But he soon saw his efforts were a waste
“Oh, Dog, why are you blue?”
Dog sighed, “I don't know Cat, I wish I knew.”

All of the night, Dog laid there without scratching a louse.
He was beginning to worry, Mr. Whiskers, the house mouse.
“Good heavens,” said he to Kitty Cat, “He doesn't even groan.”
“But what's the use, without a good bone?”
So he found a turkey leg in the ice box.
And dangled it in front of Dog. “Have I the pox?”
“Oh, Dog, why are you blue?”
Dog shook his head, “I don't know Mouse, I wish I knew.”

“Listen,” said Polly the Parrot. “I know what's the matter.”
“He misses his master, Miss Hatter.”
The animals then grinned, not all was lost then,
For perhaps with this information, he would smile again.
So together they conspired, to find the missing mistress.
They searched the house, from floor to tress.
But all they found was Mr Hatter, but he missed her too,

“Where are you, where are you, Miss Betty Boo?”
Polly said to they, “Now you know it's true,
She's gone away, our master is blue.
When is she coming back?”
Dog said, “I wish I knew.”


Details | I do not know? | |

An enemy's fate

For the dust thou art,
The dust shalt thou return.
For the enemy that you are,
A dog's fate thou shalt learn.


Details | I do not know? | |

Sound

A dog that gave a barking sound.
A  girl that ran to her mum.
She tell’s her mum can I sleep here today.
Her mum agrees they sleep together in a cold night.
A puff of air that disappeared.
The girl see’s it she tries to wake her mum up.
Mum it’s here again the puff of air.
The dog left the house and never came back.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Day Old Shep Died

It's been thirty years,
that he's been gone
the day he died brought tears,
all day I played his song.

For nine long years,
I loved him and he loved me,
the day he died brought tears,
toward the end he could barley see.

When he died I was seventeen years,
my child hood ended that day
the day he died brought tears
during his youth, we were always at play.

Him and I was so close in years,
when I got shep,he was five and I eight
the day he died brought tears,
he always ate his meals off our plate.

He died at eighty-four in human years,
he lived to a ripe old age,
the day he died brought tears,
for this poem, he set the stage.

I can't believe it's been so many  years
I think about him all the time,
the day he died, brought tears,
but old shep was all mind.

Of all these many years,
no dog has taken the place of old shep
the day he died, brought tears,
I'll always remember, that dog with pep.


Details | I do not know? | |

That poor dog

(This is a true story)

Something terrible happened when I was a little boy.
My dog was accidentally destroyed.
I still remember the day when disaster struck.
We didn't know that my dog was under my dad's truck.
Dad backed over him and I still remember my dog's horrible scream.
I wish it was all just a dream.
I still remember watching as Dad carried his lifeless body away.
It's been over thirty years but whenever I think of it, it still eats me up til this day.
This tragic event was nasty and cruel.
If you have any animals, please remember to look under your vehicles.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Dream

And the dream comes again
The knife sticks out my side
I lay there and I’m watching
As my body slowly dies.

The blood is lying everywhere
And memories are a blur
I haven’t felt much pain here
And wonder if I’m hurt.

Again he’s tried to kill me
This time I think he wins
And then I want to live again
And I fight my death within.

I will my body to obey
I force my eyes to open
And find myself in night from day
The truth is that I’ve woken

My tears are streaming down my face
My being does the shakes
And then I know it’s over now
At least for one more day

The clock keeps ticking slowly
And I know that I’m alone
It’s just a dream I tell myself
There’s no one in my home

I’ve survived another night I know
But still I feel so doomed
The trap is closing right around
Next night it comes so soon.

If ever you should find me
My dreams reality
Tell my kids I love them
And hug my dog for me

I’ll say goodbye to you all now
In case this should come true
My friends, my dog my family
I’ve left you all too soon. 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Rip Rippy

It was long ago,
Whilst I was still going to college,
Way back during the dawn of mankind,
Still living with my first wife, with my parents,
And my beloved mutt-dog, Rippy...
A smallish, black dog,
Long a part of the family,
He loved cheese, like all Bells,
And hated harmonicas, I guess,
As he would howl when my father played...
But we didn't know that then,
We thought the cutie was merely singing along...
Well, Rippy was in the habit of being let out,
On his own, as we had a big yard,
And always came back without incident...
Until one winter's day, when he never returned...
All hearts were broken,
But none more than mine...
I went out after a snow storm tapered off,
Found his frozen carcass in a street nearby,
And buried him, not an easy task,
In the frozen back yard ground...
Set up a cross,
Although he never admitted to a religion...
And sadly resumed my routine...

Two days later, I came home from C.C.N.Y.,
One afternoon, via bus and subway...
When I came in the door,
My young first wife, Ann, and my mother,
Greeted me with mysterious, mischievous smiles...
They told me to close my eyes,
They would take me inside my parents'
Sealed close bedroom, for a surprise...
Great mystery was evident,
And it was evident they were enjoying
My perplexed looks...

Well, I did as told,
They took me into my parents bedroom,
I was told to open my eyes,
I did, and there on the bed,
Was my beloved Rippy!!
I was delighted, of course,
But wondering if this was some evil magic,
As I had buried him some days prior,
But no, it was Rip, and he was find,
Just a bit skinnier than usual.

So, who had I buried?
To this day I don't know,
But what are the odds,
A dog of similar shape and size,
Should appear dead, frozen,
Directly across the street?

Was his whitish frozen hue
The reason I was fooled?
I don't know,
But I was so overjoyed,
To have my favorite dog of all times, back...

When he ultimately did die...
My wife was gone from the scene,
And my dog died in my arms...
And if I live to be 600,
And have 100 dogs more
Before I die,
I will always miss my Rippy most,
So deeply did he I adore.

For Rhoda, who is about to lose a favored cat,
whose posted picture proved that
that particular cat was gorgeous
beyond normal expectations.   tom bell


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A Man Alone

A glass of merlot lies on the iridescent glass table-
He clenches the latest read in his moist palms,
Glasses sit aimlessly on the bridge of his nose
Eyes wandering from the book, he leans down to sniff at the wine,
‘Delicious’ he murmurs to no one in particular
For he is alone,
Lonely and seemingly always alone
He does not favor human contact over any other form of contact
All contact comes from his delightful Jack Russell Terrier,
With ears of cocoa and squat hairs of impure white,
This animal is his life, 
Forever unchained the dog always lays beside him
That dog holds more joy than his life ever will,
For there is no support,
In his lifestyle,
He will soon find himself,
Alone and deceased.