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.”
On this dreary winter morning I sit on a bench in Central Park. Lost in my own
thoughts of the conversation I had with my ex-wife and her last remarks. I keep asking
myself is it my fault? What did I do wrong? The chilly wind fills my ears with it's endless
song. I shiver slightly and goose bumps crawl along the back of my neck. Her words have
left me an emotional wreck. I pull my leather jacket tighter around my shoulders. I feel it in
my bones this day will get colder.
I've seen several joggers getting in their morning run. That just shows people will
continue their lives never mind the rays of the sun. So many thoughts running through my
head. And I hold the morning newspaper I still haven't read. I contemplate over my life, it's
not always easy, and so-called-friends can be the enemy. Even your spouse living in your
house can betray you with infidelity. That is why my heart is aching like a cavity. Right now
I'm doing my best to hang on to my sanity, but I really want to shout profanity.
I notice an attractive couple hand-n-hand laughing and enjoying a morning stroll; and
for some reason I can't control, I feel a sense of peace glow within my soul. My insecurities
diminish from their dark hellhole. I begin to feel "whole," and suddenly this morning doesn't
seem so cold.
I get up from the bench shaking off the numbness that has set in. A very pretty woman
walks by with her dog and I grin. She notices and smiles back. Wow! A kinda smile that is
only meant for kodak! I watch her walk past me with her dog leading the way. Something
tells me "you better not let this one get away." As I'm listening to my inner voice, she
glances back over her shoulder, and I knew that she too was giving me a choice. Amazing
how just several minutes ago my entire world seemed so dark. I now knew everything was
going to be okay because of this bench in Central Park......
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No more seeing you pout when I walk through the door
to find trash strewn across the kitchen floor.
No more picking old diapers from the lawn
I never knew why you were drawn.
No more kisses from your wide wet tongue
the first of many I got when you were so young.
No more lying against your back
your warmth and love I will lack.
Forever more sweet thoughts of you
jumping in my lap when you were two.
Forever more you’re in my heart
it was so hard to have to part.
Forever more you will be missed
during lonely nights you were my bliss.
Forever more than my pet
you are family and one of the greatest friends I have met.
Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama)
Today is the day!
I give my dog away!
I wonder if he's sick or if he's too lazy to play and do tricks.
I called the vet, “$80 I cannot pay.”
My dog, my favorite pet,
He does not want to chase the cat.
I understand that he does not like to get wet.
But, how come today, he doesn't want to play fetch.
I tell him to roll over.
That he doesn't even want to do :- (
When I call my dog Rover,
He gives me the puppy face too.
Maybe he's over fed.
All he does is lay there in bed.
He’s not even wagging his tail!
My dog, my favorite pet,
He didn’t walk with me to get the mail.
Should I call the Dog Catcher?
And ask why my dog is playing dead?
by;pd & son
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
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.
“A Man’s best friend is his dog”
The phrase receives little refute
Anecdotal history alone settles any dispute
but he’s just a dog all he needs to be is cute
Trustworthy loyal and dyeing to please
in return asking only to sniff around the trees
checking if other dogs crossed their i’s or dotted their t’s
You bring him home because he is oh so adorable
Now that you’ve stepped in it it’s oh so horrable
making matters worse your mutt is now incorrigible
your dog will figure out how to pass the time away
waiting for you to come home even if it takes all day
you’ve had to toss the things he’s trashed away
You know all he wants to do is play
you break out the treats and teach him to sit and to stay
but this is not why he waited for for you all day -but OK
walking and fetching may be good clean fun
but long legged dogs really love a good run
understanding dogs is not as easy as it seems
dogs like people take some things to extremes
We soon discover our dogs are a lot like us
so get to know him well and don’t make such a fuss
In Memory of our beloved Samson
see related poem: Tale of the Dog That Licked Me
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.
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.
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
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
Poor old Sammy warming his tired bones in the morning sun
the passing car excited him so he forgot his age and tried to run
I got his breakfast ready something easy to chew with an added treat
placing his bowl within easy reach in time he comes to his feet to eat
I stroke his head and I am moved to reflect on the passing of time
In dog years he is as old as dirt surely neither of us are in our prime
Yesterday he could run like a little quarter horse doing what a dog does best
Today he contents him self with short walks, gentle play and plenty of rest
When he barks in his sleep his paws are on the run
running and barking in his dream just having fun.
He’s a Weimaraner in love with a Great Dane her legs go all the way up
love is blind and he’s out of his league but that would be a beautiful pup
As he guards our home all nobel nosed wearing that doggy grin
I like to think his daydreams are of things that might have been
In Memory of our beloved Samson
see related poem: A Man’s best friend is his dog
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!
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!
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!
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
Death of Bruce, My Friend
Bruce, my puppy died so very , very long ago
buried him in a grave deep beneath the snow
Vanished, the days of tramping wood and field
no more would such joy his countenance yield
Looking back seeing more sweet joy than sad
thank God and childhood for blessings we had
Remembering well the nights he slept in my bed
often climbing up to lay beside my little head
Attempting to crush memories of his sad fate
yet thinking of him often, so often as of late
A hero the time he attacked that poisonous snake
getting snakebit instead for his master's sake
A friend, a love , no greater has a boy ever had
In dog Heaven he awaits and I am so very glad
I had Bruce from age five years old until age
eleven. Six wonderful years, blessed years and
Even now at sixty not a week goes by that I don't
think of him , his loyalty and his faithful love.
I wrote this about twenty years ago. Found it
today in a scrap book , with no date attached but
remember writing it one week before Christmas in 1994.
Found the Christmas card from a dear friend(now departed)
right there with it...
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
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.
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.
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
Woe to them who made you bear grudge
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
The Vicious Loud Dog
Out back they loosely kept
A very "vicious and loud dog"
And when I slept
It howled until I woke
Soon I found it calmed down
whenever I loudly spoke
Seems it just liked hearing my voice
not that I had any real choice
For speak clear and calmly I must
to gain it's silent trust
As the months flew by ever so fast
like a ship sailing full mast
I found that dog waking me nightly
To be a very sweet touch lightly
on my lonely 'ole soul
So much so that this I now know
the dog and I did nightly grow
Like the color to the snow
I dearly miss his nightly call
his masters moved late last fall
As winter sets me to shiver and chill
I faithfully vow that I soon will
Find myself my very own "viciously loud dog"!!! Robert L.
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
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.
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.
-Dedicated to Abby (written in 3rd grade, okay.)
there was a dog
she was my friend
she wasn't "just a mutt"
she always came when you called her name
and she always looked left and right
before she crossed the street at night
i loved her so much
but now she's gone
that dog was special
that dog was sweet
she wasn't a "mutt"
she wasn't a "full-breed"
she was my friend
she's still in my heart
she's still in my mind
she's sitting, listening all the time
always with me
not always licking my hair,
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
One eye was brown, the other blue,
Australian Shepard his breed-
a workin' dog with one heck of a nip
to the heels a cattle an' steed.
Just a little fur ball when I got him,
but I well remember the time,
he could out run 'n outsmart the lot,
an' make 'em all turn on a dime.
Those cold prairie nights, sleepin' under the stars,
that dog would warm my ol' bones,
I'd play my mouth-harp to settle the herd
while he sang in soft muffled tones.
Last winter there came a fierce blizzard,
we were caught in a mighty snowdrift.
Ol' Blue hunkered down, an' just held his ground,
saved us both from descendin' a cliff.
They talk about loyal in people,
an' I reckon there are quite a few,
but I trusted my life, even more than a wife,
to that mangy ol' dog name of Blue.
His muzzle fin'lly was grayin',
an' his gate turned to limpin' 'n slow,
but no matter the job I was doin',
he'd follow wherever I'd go.
One mornin', I rose from my dreamin'
but Ol' Blue just didn't get up;
I saw in his bed that slumberin' head,
an' thought sure he resembled a pup.
Now, cryin' just ain't in my nature,
nor whinin' 'bout things I can't change,
but I gotta confess, my heart broke at best,
an' was sad 'n plenty deranged.
I laid him to rest on the prairie
for the coyotes to sing him a song,
'cause no dog was quite so deservin'
to live on this Earth for so long.
An' if there's a Heaven for doggies,
I'm sure that's where Blue is today-
waggin' his tail, an' just proud as hell
of the work that he done without pay.
The world is crumbling around you
Everything you knew is gone
Your mummy and daddy
In graves a city away
Taken from you for no reason
Other than the anger of others
Hang on little one
There are lights in your future
You can see them in your eyes
In the eyes of the puppy you hold
Someday the anger will end
Your world will again be happy
But for now love your puppy
Hold it tight to your chest
Treasure it as you would your life
It will always be there for you
Filled with the love you lost
My dream is that you name it Hope
Because that is what you need right now
You need to hold onto Hope
As long as you can
A low man is due...
My eyes seek reality,
My fingers feel for faith.
Touch clean with a dirty hand,
I touch the clean to the waste.
I fall cause I let go,
The net below has rot away.
And I cry to the alleyway,
Confess all to the rain.
But I lie straight to the mirror,
The one I've broken to match my face.
The fire is so warm,
But nowhere safe from the storm.
And I can't bear to see,
What I've let me be.
So wicked and worn.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.
So low the sky is all I see,
All I want from you is forgive me.
My eyes seek reality,
And my fingers seek my veins.
There's a dog at your back step,
He must come in from the rain.
But you bring that poor dog in from the rain,
Though he just wants right back out again.
So my fingers feel for faith,
And my eyes seek reality.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.
I do not know?
Worms in my pocket
Toads in my cap
My dog and i on a log we sat
The river close and running free
Sitting under the old willow tree
A stick and a string i fished the day
My dog and i passing the time away
Sitting under this old willow tree
When yesterday it was dad and me
I will always remember the stories he told
Back when he was a boy at his old fishing hole
He said boy i remember when it was Pa and me
Their was a tire tied to that old willow tree
Pa gave me a push the swing went high
Over the river close to the sky
On the grass laid my lunch and book
And in my pocket the worms for the hook
Their on the log sat pa and me
Fishing under the old willow tree
From my first memories as a wide
The day when this gentle
man would come pick me up.
Though I did not know him I had no
I instantly nuzzled his neck and
nibbled his ear.
Then off for a ride to
my new happy home.
Then soon he would
to take in a rescue so I would never
He said that she was my sisi and called her Jamie
Giaco is what he chose to name me.
We had an amazing yard with squirrels to chase
In this my life I had surely found my place.
Toys and treats in endless supply
I'm one lucky dog to have found this guy.
There were times i drove him up the wall.
With my never ending, throw the ball, throw the ball.
But he didn't mind and made sure my every need was met.
I was more his son than I was ever his pet.
He made my life great from beginning to end.
I've heard people say I was "Man's Best friend"
If that's what they like to say, it's okay they can
But without a doubt, he was "My best man"
I do not know?
(This is a fictional poem)
I'm a bounty hunter and my name is Cat.
But people don't give a man respect with a name like that.
I called myself Dog at first but I didn't realize that name was stolen.
The real Dog beat me senseless and my face is still swollen.
Bailjumpers always kick my butt when I try to bring them in.
I made a pass at Dog's wife and he beat the hell out of me again.
When I tried to bring a man in yesterday, he hit me in the balls with a bat.
He hit them so hard that he mashed them flat.
They look like two tiny pancakes and they're bruised.
Being a bounty hunter wasn't a good career for me to choose.
I do not know?
Dear Mr. Saint Peter outside your big gate.
My little dogs waiting and thinking I'm late,
For every day after school he meets me at four.
just outside our gate but he cant anymore
A big car knocked him down and when it had fled
I picked up my dog and they said he was dead
I know he'll be waiting up there beside you
for me to come home like i always used to
So please try to tell him so he'll understand
Why his master can't meet him today as we planned
tell him that i'd come if i possibly could
and Mr. Saint Peter please feed him real good
and give him a blankethe might get cold
for hes not very big and hes not very old
and don't drive him away alone in the dark
because hell get lonely and then start to bark
I know it will be hard to get him to come in
because without me it wont be heaven to him
But he's a good pal you and he can have fun
So please take good care of my little dog till i come.
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
Our first trip down the valley
without the old dog. We’ll stay at Motel 6,
our home away from home, a place
that welcomes pets.
Remember the time, on a different schedule,
we stopped here mid-afternoon
to let the dog run among tumbleweeds and wind,
safe from traffic on the motel-side
of a chainlink fence.
The old dog did his business,
then took off at a ragged trot for “his”
motel room: small rented space
full of the scents of strangers
and maybe a hint of our own scent, left over
from the last trip. His scent, too;
a bit of his brief life spent.
We called and called, our voices
almost lost to an old dog
ready to lie down.
Tonight we’ll stay at Motel 6.
We’ll listen to traffic on the other side
of chainlink fence, and a wind
that’s full of scents
and woofs and voices.
The evil incantations that spew from my mouth
has but concentrated venom embedded deep within
striking down I turn my wit upon
my verbal assualts have wounded many
and for that I am sorry as sorry can be
but scorpions only know how to sting
you can train an old dog new tricks
but I'm no dog I am a lone wolf
a wolf on the prowl for his nightly supper
with fangs sharp enough to penetrate rubber
perhaps I am salvageable
mayhap this lost soul of mine can be found
and then from my sins I ashall rebound.
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