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Details | Rhyme | |

A Different Game

Friends and trouble go hand in hand.
Legends of the  neighborhood.
Like statues  and vacant buildings  still stand.

A crime in plain view no one ever saw.
Held hostage in fear.
The mouse sturggles to escape from 
cats claw.

Blood on the bricks  that stains my mind.
Time takes me away.
Yet never leaves the memory far behind.

Summers in the city nights run into days.
We turn are backs to the truth.
But in this game everyone plays.

Heros are villians  depending 
on who you are.
Stories told bout the other night.
Hidden truths  like the bat under the bar.

The players are future tombstones
Men glorified beyond there name.
the citys children caught within her  confines.
Forced to play a different  game.

 


Details | Free verse | |

Bright Birds

Deceptive, drowsy,
the gray cat, Tempus, in doldrums
lazes, purring, stretching.
I have watched him:
cunning eyes half-closed,
he stalks bright birds in the garden,
near day lilies.
Wings wet from flights
through the sprinkler's sweeps,
the birds swoop, glide, flutter.
They light on dry grass,
strut and shake themselves,
are lulled. Then,
Tempus pounces on one bird.
The rest are routed…
And Tempus fugit.


Details | Free verse | |

Mystic Castle

I slip down through sparkling depths,
Gliding silently toward my mystic castle.
I always find peace there within,
Sheltered from the chaos all around me.
Hidden from prying eyes and evil intentions,
And worse, indifference that leaves me no purpose.
They cannot see the tears I weep
Nor care about my solitary existence,
Until someone is reminded 
To feed the goldfish.



Details | Rhyme | |

Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But, there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he ‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one night,
Bob quietly passed away.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the grave, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then turned and licked her face.

She smiled.  “I had a dog when I was young….
a good one too.  His name was Pal.”


Details | Free verse | |

She waits.


I see her still in twilights shroud
At visions edge she’s standing still
She lives on for me, but makes no sound
Her presence felt , a loving glow.

She watches me with sightless eyes
The look that speaks but makes no sound
Where shadows spill she lingers now
But when I look I cannot see, just feel. 

She should be here if fate were kind
My partner in the quite times
I miss the things she needed that I gave.
That giving soul that has now passed.

She waits, I know she does.
The bond that held will always be
She was my friend, my love, my charge.
Now my pain, my loss, my memory’s dear.


Details | Rhyme | |

The King Of Pop

from his abc's
to that freaky billy jean

came a pop star 
for all to love and see

from the apollo's stage
wondered if you were ready for screaming rage

for you never had a childhood of bliss
only done what was on joseph's list

a studded white glove 
and white socks just because

a star on the hollywood walk of fame
for you sang and danced showing no shame

scandals of twisted truth
did not detour you from your missing youth

neverland was your own safari escape
who would figure your best friend would be a chimp of faith

michael may god cradle you in his arms
and basked in your king of pops worldly charm

will forever miss that porcelain smile
and always think of you on my radio dial

for now your at your heavens trial
may god forgive this lost and lonely child




In Loving Memory Of
Michael Joseph Jackson
Aug 29th 1958 - June 25th 2009

           RIP


Details | Rhyme | |

A Loving Kiss Slipshod

The fire alarm went off
Water sprinklers came on
Near pups will not writeoff
Pups are my obsession

The floor and walls hotter
Dry hot air_no way out
Get faint start to totter
There's crash on door without

Master early today
He will care for me_pups
We can count on him to stay
His love grows in all ways

It's not him crash through door
He spots me; as I survey him
Shiver with pups on floor
He reaches_ touches rim

Container where pups lay
Places  in  pocket on coat
Fireman works swiftly this day
Concerned person take note

Who's here_need to be moved
Swiftly fireman moves now
To safety takes them improved
Flames leap; gone_  puppy chow

My life_pups was limited
Our time totally up
To be annihiliated
Fireman saved me _pups

My one_ only method 
To say to him thanks_thanks
Is  loving kiss slipshod
As he pets my scorched flank

(slipshod in this case:careless or messy)


Details | Lanterne | |

Leg Pain

Having leg pain 
May mean legs not getting 
Proper blood flow
Called Peripheral Arterial Disease (PAD)

What is PAD
With PAD arteries that carry blood to your legs
Feet or arms clogged with fats, others
Can slow or even stop blood flow

Common sign of PAD leg pain or cramping
Pain comes when you move
As you Walk, climb stairs or exercise
May go away when you rest

Treating PAD
Healthy lifestyle can help
Provider may ask you to
Get regular exercise


Eat a heart healthy diet
Quit smoking
Important to control problems
Like

High Blood Pressure
Unhealthy cholesterol
Sometimes  medicine
Surgery is needed for PAD

4142013


Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Ode | |

From the Shepherd to His Flock: a Parody of Lord Byron's ''She walks in beauty''

THEY graze in beauty on the land
     of grassy glades and dewy dales,
and all that's best of dark and tanned
     meets in their aspect and their tails;
thus mellowed to that tender hand
     which Shepherd to gentle glen compels.

One fleece the more, one hair the less,
     had half repaired the shearless grace
which wreathes in every woolen tress
     or darkly tightens o'er their face,
where mouths serenely sweet express
     how pure, how dear their grazing-place.

And on that rump and o'er that round
     so strong, so firm, yet elegant,
the baas that win, the hooves that bound,
     but tell of days in meadows spent—
a flock at peace with all around,
     a drove whose milk is innocent.


01/26/2014, "First Poem On Soup" Contest







Details | Narrative | |

My Aunt Willy Whos Silly

                                         

                                         She smiles all day she thinks it' s o.k.
                                       She makes weird sounds and it's all day
                         My Aunt I asked will you not make that silly sound today?
                            My Aunt looked at me and said why? she always say
                             In public she snorts when she laughs and I get that
                           But when things get out of hand she scares my the cat
                                    I have a cat but my Aunt well she kinda sat
                                      Poor little cat it was now a furry little mat
                          I get really mad at her, but she seems to make me smile
                      Because one day we walked, she sang me a song about a mile
                                   I was happy because she ran out of gas at last
                                She also could not speak at all, and that was a blast
                                                 Although she could not speak 
                                       She kept smiling she once never look bleak
                   My Aunt Willy who's Silly is the person who never does things in half's
                           I can not express any louder she makes me smile with laughs


Details | Rhyme | |

My Buddy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Personification | |

Wild Thang Monkey


    *Wild Thang Monkey
All the things' you wanted to
   Know about a monkey
 But, was afraid to ask.....



INSTRUCTIONS;

1. Never touch one in the wrong place......
                       ---
2. Never let a monkey see you naked!
                       ----
3. Never let the monkey know that
    you are about the same thang
                      ----
4. Never let him see you pet or
    disrespect astray monkey!
                      ----
5. Never let a monkey go first!
                      ----
6. Never ride a monkey out of anger!
                      ----
7. Never let a monkey know all
    of your business........
                      ----
8. Never monkey around with another monkey!
                      ----
9. Never let a monkey see you apologize.
                      ----
10. Alway's remember that monkeys' are
      naughturnal.  Never let them see you
      monkey around with another monkey....

                         GF


Details | Senryu | |

Only A Dream

..
                                                 Early_ quiet house
                                     Warm, snug under covers _dreams
                                           Kiss, hugs, snuggles_ah!
                                          
                                              
                                             Mist rises from creek
                                      As dreams take me to seek love
                                            Snuggles warmth tickle


                                           Kiss, kiss, kiss, snuggles
                              Waking daylight streams through blinds
                                         Princess! quit licking__~~



Contest: Morning, noon, or night senryu
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Penned by: Sara Kendrick
On August 20, 2011
*Note:Click on about this poem..


Details | Sonnet | |

Slow Death

He lay dying_ slowly did his life pass
Watching others as they moved about room
As his heart failed, fluid filled him enmass
More than his body could handle consume

Legs swollen so that look like muscle man
Stomach swollen sounds as ripe watermelon
Lived a good life years beyond most lifespan
Pain in eyes _ don't really need this athlon

God how can in life some have to suffer much
The depth of their suffering you have shown me
Through the death of this pet whose  so soft touch
Touched our hearts to depth in death _ made me see

Instant death_ here;  then gone_ suffering little
So sad_ long death slow torture overbattle_


Details | Rhyme | |

When Our Pets Pass

I got really sick
Or else I was old,
I need to go now
My owners were told.

It happened so quick
I just went to sleep,
I hurt no longer
My owners would weep.

I went to heaven
And barked at the door,
"Please let me come in"
"I can play once more.

I know my owners
Are really so sad,
I usually was good
Yet sometimes was bad.

I had a good home
For that I was blessed,
I'll seem them again
When they lay to rest.


Details | Limerick | |

Bow Pow

<                                    cakes and sausages on hot griddle
                                      uncle Leroy's dam dog just piddled
                                      slipped ~ slide across floor
                                      grabbed shotgun by front door
                                      now dam ole dog just plays an fiddle 



                            bow bow bow bow bow bow bow        bow ~ wow 
                            ow ow ow ow ow ow ow                       bow ~ ow 
                            with   tail    between     own  ~              legs 
                            now    dog    sings  ~    and  ~               brags
                            about cousin's daisies's  bad                 bow ~ pows
                  
                                                                                        
                                                                                     


Entry For John Freeman's
Slapstick Limerick Contest
Gl All

Poor Ole Dog LOL


Details | Burlesque | |

Suburban Spring

Suburban Spring	
(4.15.10)


	Springtime fills the air, 
			like laughing gas.
		(Or maybe more like whiskey.)
The suburbs are drunk on the nectar of it's dawn.
	Middle-class houses 
			are starting to dance.
		(Or maybe they're just wobbling.)
They vomit whole families onto their lawn.

			I watch them the same way dogs watch TV:
				Confused and intrigued, 
		with a slight urge to pee.

	The father cuts grass, 
			like a sleepwalker.
		(Or maybe more like a zombie -
Ravenous for cheap beer, instead of brains.)
	A six pack later, 
			he starts washing his car.
		(Or watering his driveway.)
He's spreading on wax so he's set when it rains.

	The mother kneels in dirt, 
			tending the garden.
		(More like digging in a sandbox.)
Her spade is rusty.  (Figuratively, at least.)
	A sunset later, 
			she cooks family dinner.
		(Or maybe orders some pizza.)
(If every mouth is fed, she can call it a feast.)

			I watch them the same way dogs watch TV.

	The son plays war games, 
			dying for fun.
		(Or maybe more for practice.)
He whines about fruit drinks, as well as the heat.
	A full pitcher later, 
			tweaking on sugar,
		(Or maybe just corn starch.)
the war escalates, 'til its time to go eat.

	The daughter makes a picnic, 
			inviting her toys.
		(Or maybe not.)
(Her plastic spread can only spread so thin!)
	After the tea time, 
			she's off picking flowers.
		(Or maybe weeds.)
(As long as they're pretty, there's a vase that they'll fit in.)

		They gather, as a family, at the table to say grace.
		They hold each others' hands and say, "Amen."  
			(And proceed to stuff their face.)

	The dog sits by the boy - 
			Loyal and true.
		(Or maybe just hungry.)
He drools as he stares from the corners of his eyes.
	After dinner, 
                     he offers to help with the dishes.
		(Or maybe he demands it.)
The boy sneaks him a bite.  The dog is not surprised.

	Bedtime comes soon after.  
			The kids are sent to brush their teeth.
		(Or maybe just to run the sink.)
They put on their jammies, and to bed, they go.
	After tucking them in, 
			the parents watch TV.
		(Or maybe they just dream they do, 
					sleeping in its glow.)

	The dog is changing channels, 
			looking for a better show.
				Confused and intrigued, 
		he pees on the carpet below.


Details | Rhyme | |

River City Night Life

An earful of breaks...
in overnight silence,
the ticking clock,
crickets chirping,
r-r-r-r-r-o-w-l!
a cat fight,
midnight,
a siren blares,
dogs howl,
a hooting owl,
the mouse...
at prowl,
a plane zooms...
on high,
motors, whining,
tires, as 
trucks and cars
go by,
all announcing...
River City life,
Louisville, Ky.


Details | Verse | |

The Gift of Sound

The Gift of Sound.

In our little house stands an upright piano
Tuned by a blind man blessed by the gift of sound. 

My son sat one day playing a masterpiece 
Wrote long ago by a man who couldn’t hear.

Listening to the music it took my mind away to
Afar magical places no luggage and no cases.
  
My mind kept jumping between different scenes
Fields of colored flowers the loveliest it can be.

Shadows of far mountains colors in different hues
A pied piper sat under a tree playing his favorite tune.

Sheep gathered together chased by a cleverly dog
Taught by nature no cane and no flog.

Oh… the gift of sound.


Details | Limerick | |

Some Limericks...

She’s out there chasing a cricket

Through bush, through shrub & through thicket

Together they hop

Fugitive, cop

But when she gets it, she just wants to lick it!
 

A cat whose vet took his eye

Just cannot quite understand why

His eye’s been enucleated,

3-D vision reduciated,

So now, he keeps an eye out for an eye

 
Ya gotta keep limericks loose

Think green eggs, or perhaps Dr. Seuss

They’re structured, it’s true,

But they’re also a zoo

Whose tenants are all on the loose!


I frolic in fountains of words

Overflowing with serious absurds

Each poem I write

Wakes up and takes flight

Joining angels and faeries and birds

 
You ask that we write a good limerick

How to do so, I haven’t a glimmerick

So I struggle and frown

Teaching  poems to clown

So a smile on your lips will be shimmerick

 
A cat with a mouth full of mouse

Brought her feast right into my house

She played with her food

Who was not in the mood

To be a banquet of mouse in the house

 
The nightmares that shadow my sleep

Stampede the proverbial sheep

Right out of my mind

When I try to unwind

I find my appointment with sleep hard to keep

 
In her search for original truth

She met people unsavory and couth

She knitted and purled

But only unfurled

Yarns told by new age and old youth

 
Cat, suddenly pink,

Drinks her water from out of the sink

She looks so absurd

Since she’s been de-furred

I really don’t know what to think!

 
If one and one is two and two is four,

And there’s only two ways to go through  a door,

Then, is earth up or down?

And, where is down town?

These are questions we need to explore!

 
A was that is an is

Tried to mind my biz

But I sent it packing,

Its presence was lacking

And I don’t have time for such shiz!


A couple who lived in Los Lunas

Loved the wide desert sky’s crystal blueness

They’d stare at the air,

Over here, over there

And rejoice at the feeling of newness

 
A cat with a very fat gut

Found it easier to walk on his butt

He’d drag it around

Across carpet and ground

And use it to slam the doors shut

 
Said the Missus to her dear Mr. Otter,

“There’s something I think that you oughta

Do before we get old

To protect us from cold –

You oughta make the hot water hotter!”

 
The ghosts who live up in my attic

Make noises that sound much like static

I’ve tried to send them away,

But they’re here to stay,

Those staticky ghosts in my attic


Details | Rhyme | |

DARE TO INSPIRE

My dreams and desires
Are to write to inspire
I have so much to give 
That is my reason to live
Peace always invades my spirit
I’m so glad my soul welcomes it
My compass to my life is lost
I cannot navigate the way home so pen pays the cost
I will always write to find my way
To my God I pray
As the realization dawned on me
When my pen flows I’m free
I can be anybody I want to be
So many of us have to settle for a life of deception 
I shall soar beyond this world's limitations
In all things, follow your heart
In life be careful how you walk and talk
Think it, believe it
Don’t hold back do it
Let your dream grow
Please let God take control











Details | Verse | |

Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”


Details | Rhyme | |

The Puppy

The puppy’s eyes were huge and sad.
His tail a drum did beat within my head.
His whimper a sound from which I could not part.
His posture defeated struck upon my heart. 
His expectations high. His whimpers slow. 
Within his cage he lays submissively low.
I could not walk away when invited in by eyes so bright.
I reached low to scratch his ears and touch his head so light.
Upon my hand he did drool, as his tongue did lick to know.
Then he held me in his mouth so tight as not to let me go.
A connection felt, a gentle hand, a belly rub a treat.
I knew to hold him close- my heart made whole again would beat.
Forever mine whispered in my ear. I could not let him go.
Unconditional love to feel- I could not look away, so
Our heart beat once- then twice again in unison unique.
Without a doubt- one way to go- my heart does tightly seek. 
I know to take him home- my life would be so sweet.
One dog has died. Now another found. My life continues still.
New hopes and dreams- to home we go as life proclaims its’ fill.
But his friend sits shivering, as we prepare to leave.
My heart grows suddenly still. To look, to see, my heart to believe
One is good, but two is best- two hearts my love can shield.
Toward my home we turn again- three hearts to joyfully yield.
Once a house- now a home we will successfully build.
So if a shelter you do pass, stop a moment to see…
Perhaps a loved one waits inside, if a loving home you have a need...


Details | Epigram | |

White Cat

What of this pregnant white cat?
Her dirty fur a smudge
Against the snow's crisp canvas,
She mews at my door for milk.
A stranger to me, she appeared
Without express invitation,
And now, she lingers like a cold.
This cat is an embarrassment.
Like friends whom I feed
Because I lack strength
To turn them away.


Details | Free verse | |

Goldie

Goldie, my peculiar but beloved cat,
has certain affectations --
she prefers, most times, her own society
and shuns her housemates.
But, sometimes, she cuddles
or will join the others
to laze around -- in the living room,
the dining room, a hallway, or
in the kitchen.
An inside cat who, early on,
suffered the indignity of
"the operation,"
she asserts her independence
by darting into the front yard
when a door is opened --
and she pointedly ignores
any calls or pleas to come inside.
But when the door shuts
and no one is around, she is fearful,
immediately climbing up into the ash tree.
And there she stays
until I come to coax her down.
She may climb high up
and, finally, shakily manage
a descent to allow me to pick her up
and carry her back inside.
She never leaves the yard
but does enjoy ignoring me
when I am in a hurry.
She will dart about and run
from one side of the yard to the other.
For her, it's only an infrequent game.
And, as my treasured pet,
she certainly deserves to play
while testing the limit
of my affectionate, chagrined
commitment.


Details | Limerick | |

Who Let The Dogs Out ? { The DogGone Dog Contest}

<                              tell me now   Who ! Who ! ~  Let The Dogs Out ?
                                bet Carolyn pulling them by snouts ......
                                fleas ...  ticks....  she started to itch /////
                                screaming  sons of  a  ....... b .i...t...c....h
                                poor neighbor's dog now takes different route
                               
                                
                                
                                
Entry For
Andrea Dietrich's
The DogGone Dog Contest
G.L. All


Details | Light Poetry | |

Looking at Me

Ma! He’s Looking At Me! Make him stop! MA! He’s LOOKING at ME!
And so goes life in the early morn. Two ragamuffins, in battle, and angry.
He touched me! He touched me first! He’s looking at me! Here we go, again.
Two children acting badly, as I stare them into submission, momentarily, amen.

While cleaning up after breakfast… they’re now running through the house.
Heaven should ever forbid, that they’d once, just once, be quiet as a mouse.
The second they come around me, I step out clearly between them, in their way.
Children can be exhausting in the antics, they find readily, that they can display.

Now don’t get me wrong, I love them, as one just skidded into the dog, in his way.
At this it’s a time out, and when finished different toys, in different rooms, horray!
But life is never that easy, as one tries to sneak past me, while he’s on the attack.
It’s just a simple bundle of energy, driving them, that, they never do seem to lack.

But every day there’s always an answer, to every prayer, that I have ever sent.
My sons had wound up the cats, and now are playing with them, till they’re spent.
Yes, you’re right it wasn’t my sons, and yes, it truly was their playful little cats.
Surely you didn’t think my sweet, darling, little children, would ever act like that?

In fact, once upon a time, you know, that of course, they actually did.
But they are past the terrible two’s now, and definitely more refined kids.
But as they head out, to catch the bus, one barrels past the other to the door.
Then he runs back skidding into the chair, as I hold the lunch out, he ignored.

Then the other, gives a push so fine, to tell him to hurry or they’ll be late.
But laughter rings out, as the girl next door, joins them, sweetly at the gate.


CSEastman 2-11-2013 Contest: Maybe I'm Amazed


Details | Rhyme | |

I Just Can Not Win

There was a day, oh so clear… I took my newly trained dog for a walk.
Just as I left the house… a rabbit came by, and yes, we were off.
My dog took off quite fast… as he ran the rabbit under a car.
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win… but I’m still alive, so far…

Then a squirrel crossed the street… for in a tree, to hide.
Clearly we had to follow… as cars swerved to miss us in their ride
I was very grateful that day… to find every thing still intact.
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win…as a friend, helped us from a limb, well cracked.

Next the mailman rounded the bend… in his small-motorized truck
I sure am glad he got away… but again, me… not so much.
I can attest to my dog’s health… As we ran a mile in record time…
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win… as a fire truck came roaring by.

Now don’t you worry so very much… we survived, yet, again?
And as all settled down, I was so glad… till the rain came rumbling in.
Since lightening and thunder scare him so… we made it home, in record time.
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win… as from under the door I climbed.

The dinner table had been set… as I hurried from the door.
Dinner will be late; I have to explain… as I now cleared it from the floor.
A walk always develops an appetite… I mused, as I began to explain doggy house laws.
Yep, you guessed it… I just can’t win…  as the turkey lay between his paws.

The trainer assured me my dog’s well trained… though with a small attention span
Training’s gone well, he said, again… though he looked like a crazed stuntman.
Yep, you guessed it… He couldn’t win…as he gave me, my money back 
A little chagrinned… he sent me on my way, with several tons of luck.

There’ll probably be another moment or two… with my beloved Great Dane.
But that’s to be expected… from a 100 lb puppy that’s almost potty trained
Yep, you guessed… I just can’t win... But Don’t Worry, we’re doing well… 
OOOPS, the doorbell rang… here we go again, for another time…

But know, eventually he will grow up… and by then we’ll be just fine…


Details | Sonnet | |

Mister Nibbles Ameri-Sonnet

<                      amidst grass carpet he plays
                        long ears bushy tail white paws
                        nibbles bulbs munches away
                        poor little thing had some flaws


                         hides hair braided and despaired
                         didn't stop this little guy
                         thought to self this wasn't fair
                         bowed head and started to cry


                         nectar is what he had sought
                         on this hopeful days journey
                         not to be trapped or be caught
                         or carted off on gurney



                         Mister Nibbles came to play
                         In garden's bedding today


Details | Limerick | |

Trader Joe

<                           once there was a man named trader Joe
                             could do nothing with hair so let grow
                             under big coonskin hat
                             fleas tick and his pet rat
                             mercantile's just say Oh Hell No


                            once there was saloon name lucky spur
                            where traders brought in their hunted furs
                            in walks old trader Joe
                            miss Molly said let's go
                            now both itch scratch from leftover burrs


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Doggie devotion

grateful for rescuing me
your love for my family
thank you for your bravery
let me lick your wounds


Details | Narrative | |

The Buck

The light is fading, evening breaks
Between the oaken woods and lake,
It's time to finish with the row
And homeward bound, the trail to take.

With rake in hand I turn to go
To find my pick axe and the hoe,
When from the trail there ran a buck
And right behind him came two doe.

At first I thought, what rotten luck!
I'm here, my rifle's in the truck,
Then, as he stopped to look my way
He gave his tail a flip and tuck.

And then he spun and bounced away
The doe behind him sleek and grey,
Crashing through the brush and vine
Into the woods and welcomed shade.

He must have sported twenty tine
I thought as Shadow starts to whine,
Asking, should he give him chase?
I pat his head in soft decline.

The sun is gone upon my face
To lose the buck is no disgrace,
Although today I've been undone
There'll be another time and place.

Today the buck has rightly won
The hunters gone, the season done,
Perhaps we'll meet again next year
Before the season's had it's run.

The buck was ancient, and I fear
He may not see another year,
But then, another year is seldom clear
For man, or dog, or antlered deer.


                     Timothy I. Brumley


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Sadie Scottish Terrier

Sadie Terrier
Scottish origin
Wins Westminster's 
2010 contest
Hurray for Sadie

Pulchritude is
Pert, alert, shows
The audience
Glamorous side 

Gave handler
A run in 
The  fast ring

The Black
Scottish
Sadie

Dog


Details | Rhyme | |

Man, Dogs Best Friend

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

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

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

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

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

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

© January 29, 2011


Details | Monorhyme | |

Shady Sadie

Just a saggy-sad dumbfounded Basset Hound
Got claimed at the doggone-it lost puppy pound
Just hangin' out now and nosing around
Waiting for my supper to get back from town
Hooray! A dog's life for an ole' English lass

Can't hear very good, my rep's rather jaded
Sprawl out by a tree where it's cooler and shaded
Spread eagle, ya' know? Who cares, I been spaded
(I just rolled in something bio-degraded)
Ah so! A dog's life for an ole' English lass

My pack leaders walk on their hind-quarter parts
Go figure how they mastered THAT get-around art
I tried it once ( No it weren't very smart)
Threw out my back, God bless my British heart
Sacre bleu! A dog's life for an ole' English lass

Ah ha! Do I hear the purring of a car?
Door slamming, uh-oh, this is rather bizarre
The big one is carrying that smelly little bar!
C'est la...Wait! That's French (What a POODLE I are)
Blimey! A dog's life for an ole' English Lass

7/6/2012
For Tanya Harrington's "Dog Gone Tales" contest




Details | Rhyme | |

"Wal-Marts" Georgia

Ol' Roy spoke right up without a care
So "Ceasar's" could plainly hear
"There is some ghastly stink over there
Where all those fish live my dear."

Well Goldie tried to  hush him by saying
"It is not coming from our corner
But at the garden center on open displaying
Cow Manure with a scent that is an awakener"


Details | Free verse | |

Let Love Fly

Let love fly
-
With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes,
she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words
of eloquent reassurance, sincerely she tries.

Look, June is here this morning; and sun is shining hot; 
last night’s storm belongs to last night; it has left an eagle;
a homeless, hurt, upset baby; it feels forlorn, lost, caught.

She takes it home; makes enclosures; feeds it with love, care.
It still feels solo, alone within, fed by love, fed up.
The enclosure of good concern grows smaller with time’s each turn.
The bird’s soul belongs to the sky; in its eyes silent prayer 
flares up as it cries; shrill piercing call to its own kind.

Let it fly.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Day That Buster Came To Stay

(The Beginning) Many, many years ago – when I was only ten, Times were so much happier - life was simpler then, No problems met with me each day My role in life was to run and play. And destiny was just a word I never used and seldom heard. My youthful days were never spent In worry over food or rent. But fate will always have its say In all things meant to come our way. And something lacking in my life Was often causing major strife. Loneliness would follow me Though kids galore were there to be Playmates during times of need When something caused my soul to bleed Then fate employed parental love And called on heaven up above To let something play the part And still the aching in my heart Well, heaven knew how kids are made And knew what caused my joy to fade. So, early on one winter morn A little spotted pup was born. He’s grown into a faithful friend And many joyful hours we spend Just knowing that the love we share Whenever needed will be there. Dogs are of a special breed And always fill some special need. I'll cherish always that special day - The day that Buster came to stay John Posey 12/04/12


Details | Rhyme | |

And Goliath Said

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Haiku | |

FRODO AND SAM(Haiku)

Frodo was a rat,
Sam, my very gentle cat,
They finally met!


I leave the rest to your imagination.


Details | Couplet | |

Wigging Me Out

Early one morning my Hubby was sleepily shuffling around and about.
Dawn was almost breaking and we were becoming late no doubt.
Toiletries were a waiting, as he shuffled near the morning throne.
Opening the lid, you’ll never guess what exited as a rocket blown.
EEEWWW …Poor little thing… Oh Who, you will never guess…
Out popped a little tree frog jumping at mach 2 in his quest…
Yes, he was wet and doing his very best as he stuck to the vanity. 
For who can say how long he’d been trapped in there, you see?
It puzzled me to wonder… How he’d got to the second floor?
Poor little guy… I doubt he could have withstood very much more.
Now here we were to scare him… Yes, another time, I confide…  
We had to get him past 3 dogs awaiting for food and to go outside.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if 3 squirrels weren’t watching from the tree.
None might have been so eager, if they’d known he came from our potty.
My jammied hubby ran for the mulch pile where sticks and leaves abound…
As I entertained the squirrels and doggies with tempting morsels all around.

Now I can’t say it was traumatic to save a little wayward froggy…
But I won’t be opening that lid without a light, especially, if I am groggy.
And I’ll move back out of range as I lift the lid… I thank you all the same.
And next time I won’t forget to clean the toilet in a timely way, to my shame.
And I won’t ask my hubby to wash his hands 10 times daily… come next May.
Now I know you may not believe me… but I'll take an oath on this… I say.


Details | Free verse | |

Like toy solidiers

We fall down, 
spit,
fight
get ready for battle.
Almost like it's mandatory-
oh but that wouldn't be story.
It'd ruin the plans,
lose all the fans,
take a way that unique quality,
of taking pride, giving hope-
hope that lasts, continually holds respect, faith.
But that's already gone.
Deleted, 
erased,
punctured-
to the point it's hiding, ready to pounce like those raging cheetahs-
ready to snatch,
anything in sight,
there will be no fight,
only blood.
And though you see the fangs overhang the body,
the body that just looks limp,
un-animal.
It reveals a sense of purity, serenity,
and that sick twisted smirk painted onto the freckled body-
runs.
Like a coward before it's enemy-
but there is no enemy-
only species of the same,
lurking patiently.
And that's when the coward comes to life,
afraid of its own kind,
terrified at a look,
judgment,
movement.
It's no longer the same species
now it lies in the grass
scope set on you
3-2-1
sniped.


Details | Rhyme | |

HOME

Never forget what you have
Your home is your haven and to let your hair down
The love of your home, its the place to be
With the love of all of your family
Home is truly where the heart is
Remember that the work day is done
Never bring home the toils from the day
Relax and have fun that is the way!
When you walk in the door you will see
The smiling faces of your family
Kiss them hello and have a good night 
Be aware that the home you have worked so hard for
Is the place to rest and relax and say
I have done all I can for this day is done its with the
Family, wow I am sure gonna have some fun!


Details | Blank verse | |

Friends for Life

A cat, snoozing on my bed, black as night.
Curled around, his tale in his face. 
Eyes flicker open, revealing eyes like brilliant beryl.
A soft meow issues from him, implying that he want's a scratch.

He is a beautiful cat, 
my best friend...the friend who has always been there for me. 
No matter what. The friend I've had the longest.

For all of my life, I've had to move every 3 years.
The burden of an army brat.
15 years I've had to take that, 
my friends being ripped away, 
just as I'm really getting to know them.

Can you imagine that? 
Not having a friendship that lasted for more than 3 years?

Then, when I was 7, Sammy was brought into my life. 
A miracle. A street cat, disowned by the family of his owner, 
left to fend for himself,
in the busy town of Barstow, California. 
Nobody wanted this cat, the obsidian feline, 
the bringer of misfortune. 

I was going to adopt one cat, a calico. Then I saw him.
All alone, being hissed at by the very cat I was to adopt.
Right there I decided.
As so many children say for other pets. "That one."

From then on we had a friendship, 
no matter the times. 
My best friend, to the day. 

A friend like no other,
a cat unlike any other,
why should anyone ever bother?

Because they make the best friends,


Details | Free verse | |

Five o'clock Shadow

Orange bleeds yellow above
the white tipped horizon 
My fingers are crying, 
for the days 
of never ending bath-tubs.

Soon-
winter will carve
it’s 5 o’clock shadow
across the east coast. 
and smoke will rise
from brick chimneys.

On sunny afternoons,
Guilt may find it’s way
to dig it’s heel.  
But here-
the cold is biting my toes, 
and my mind is free 

to listen to the dogs wrestling. 
Playing, like fiddler for a hot meal.


Details | Acrostic | |

Last Walk (acrostic)

Late afternoon, on a June day, I took a stroll.
Another day like any other, but soon no more,
Shaded area before, darkened my heartfelt soul.
Talking to him, just a few minutes before, the roar,

We were pals, my little canine friend, poet and me.
Always together, except, when truck came speeding.
Listening, this terrible sound, how could it be?
Knowing the worst, I carried him, my heart pleading.


Details | Couplet | |

Cruel Hearted Greedy People

My animals are like family to me, not just a pet.
 My cat is in labor, and she's having issues, so all I can do is fret.

The emergency Vet wants four hundred and fifty dollars!
 I don't have it, so she's denied and all I can do is holler. 

So what am I supposed to let her sit here and die?
 It makes me want to go stab that jerk in his eye!

You should be a Vet because you love animals, not money.
 What's a cat's life to them? I don't think its a damn bit funny.

I mean the economy is low and I'm not asking to do it for free.
 Just to let me make payments, how hard can that really be?

Cruel-hearted, greedy people that are ruthless and hollow.
 You can bet karma will most definitely linger and follow.

Some people just don't understand, she isn't a cat, she's my baby.
 There is a chance she will live, and I hate living on the whim of a "maybe".

What choice do I have? I'll take her to her normal vet tomorrow morning.
 If my "daughter' dies, that emergency Vet will need some serious warning.

She's a beautiful feline, with soft fur, half white. half black and stunning.
 With God's luck, she'll finish labor and her children will be coming!











Details | Heroic Couplets | |

God Hates Me

In a past life I must have killed a priest, 
 or could it be that on flesh i did feast?
Maybe I brutally raped a God ordained nun.
 Because in this life I am being shunned.

My kittens have died, one every other day.
 Three total and one other will not get that pardon or stay.
Feline leukemia, so all my cats will surely die.
 The only humane thing is to euthanize, and so I cry.

Lois, then Jasper, next Quagmire, now Emmett too, 
 The mama cat, and their older brother will die, how can we get through?
Hopefully the three orphans weren't exposed enough, 
 Four weeks until we'll know, why does life have to be so tough?

The mama, Maxine, was named after my grandma who died, 
 the kids and Illyanna got her for me, because all I did was cry.
A year and a half of joy and love she brought to me.
 Why does she and all the kittens have to die, is what I plea.

What have I done to have a life where I struggle every day?
 I'm not a bad person, I'm kind and loving, how much more must we pay?
A mother, who didn't want me for a while, many men who used and abused me.
 At times like this, it makes me want to give up on life, to turn and flee.

They say God doesn't give you more than you can handle at one time, 
 I feel like its a lie, I feel unjustly convicted of a horrible crime.
Today I have to choose, let my animals suffer or give them the mercy of death.
 To bury six members of my family in seven days, will leave me bereft.

How much torture and pain must one person or family have to go through?
 This isn't some fiction story, every word I write is nothing but true.
Every passing minute, more of my heart breaks piece by piece.
 I don't smoke, or drink, or do drugs, or have sex, so I have no release.

Let me wake, and it be nothing more than a horrible dream, 
 I can't take much more of this crappy bad luck, its too extreme.
God, if you're there, why are you doing this to all of us?
 I've always been told You are someone we can trust!

Please God, please don't take anything else away.
 My heart and soul whither as the ends start to fray.
Tell me what you want me to do and I will gladly obey.
 Just please, Dear God, I can't handle the agonizing dismay.


Details | Rhyme | |

EYE Don't See -Part 3-

My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight


Details | Tanka | |

Splashing Dog

(This is a Tanka:  Japanese poem of five lines, the first and third composed of five
syllables and the others seven. In Japanese, tanka is often written in one straight line,
but in English and other languages, we usually divide the lines into the five syllabic
units: 5-7-5-7-7.)



Splashing Dog
    by Amy Swanson


Great drops of water
     fly vigorously from him!
Black hair glistening
     he gallops through the river,
     stops only to shake himself!


Details | Verse | |

Grattitude First lesson in Christian Living

Dear little pony, the children’s clown,
Rough mane stands tall, his thick tail tumbles down.
Jiggety, jog.  Yes, some riders have frowned.
Dad can ride him with two feet on the ground!
 
He’s a tough little, nuggety, wonderful chap
Who can live on the roughest of diet mishap.
We don’t feed him oats much, he’ll founder on those,
But if you can ride him you’re right home and hosed!
 
He’s full of the tricks that intelligence brings.
He’s always a challenge until mummy sings
Out loud, lets him know that he can’t get away
With presenting his backside to children today.
 
The children must learn how to command him too.
It isn’t the easiest thing they must do,
But they look for the pleasure of riding again,
So they learn how to handle tough diamond disdain.
 
They must learn how to stop him from racing away
Towards home when his head is turned facing that way.
His mind is on resting with food in his trough,
But his job is to teach, and he does it but tough!
 
Tough diamond’s a doorway to wonderful thrills
In the glorious world of the horseman’s spills
And great challenges.  Once you can master this rascal
Nothing can daunt you.  Introductory sample
 
Of every excitement that riding can offer,
He’s cute, pert, adorable, and he can proffer
Essential abilities.  Gratitude is
The gateway to mastery, sire of bliss!
 
Every offence becomes laughable when
You think back to this tough little customer. Then
Your mind turns to teaching, as Daddy once did.
No more can the mud of offence cause a skid.
 
You’ll go round it.  Or jump it. There’s no need to fall
 When Gratitude’s mastered.  Remembering all
Those scuffles you had that your dad helped you through,
You’ll mother, or father, or teach others too.
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Why Should We Live?

Why should we live if we have 
nothing to live for?
Why should we live if we have
nothing to die for?
Why should we live if 
no one cares?
Why should we live if you're
loved by no one?
Why should we live if no
one likes you?
Why should we live if 
no one loves you?

Each day is just a day
Each day is a day closer to death.
What's the point of living?
Some may say none,
Others may say why.
Why should we live?
Tell me and I will think about your answer.


Details | Rhyme | |

Humanities Guild

Seventeen cats are what we see.
Each one different to a degree,
Buddy, Mama, Peppy, and Le-Pew,
These are what, we named a few.
Seventeen cats, now what to do.
How to feed them, we had no clue,
They are Ferrell, wild and scared.
Scrapping, for food they appeared.
Six big, seven little, four just born,
Hungry, lost, looking so forlorn,
Feeding them is definitely a chore.
Now, oh so many trips to the store,
We have no choice, we feed them all.
Unfortunately, they are sick, we saw.
One walks away, into the woods, alone.
Never to be seen again, Natures condone.
More and more leave, at different times.
What a shame, they did no crimes.
Animals are our, precious humanities guild.
Without any compassion, humanity cannot build.


Details | Free verse | |

Leader of The Pack

Wake up sleepy head is all that’s left to say. Get up I say!
But of course it didn’t help… This was sleeping at it’s best!
The bus was due for school soon, and still in bed he slept.
So out came my hidden weapons, that are better than water splashed.
I crept quietly up beside him… and here is what I said…

If you don’t get up I’ll release our monstrous, fearless, great cat.
He’ll jump and walk all over you… before sitting on your head.
Then I’ll bring in our loud 66 lb lab to lick you everywhere to death.
Then I’ll bring in our 86lb lab that’ll jump up to join you there, instead.
Don’t be surprised if he stretches out taking up most of the bed.
He’s really good at pushing with those really good, strong legs so…
It won’t be long before there’s nowhere left but on the floor to sleep.
And now let me introduce our 55lb forceful, herding cattle dog.
If he can’t get you up and going… believe me it can’t be done...
He’ll nip at you gracefully while never leaving a single bite.
He’s hungry and wants breakfast leftovers before it turns twilight.
And me I’ve reset the alarm. There’s no more music left to play.
Every five minutes the buzzer will be there just for you, I say.

Now I’m going away and you’ll notice the smells of bacon, toast, and eggs.
And if the dogs are in the kitchen first… it’s cold cereal for you this day.
And once they get a taste for leaving you far behind…
You will have forfeited your place at the table I know they’ll think you kind.
And when the animals are gone from your bed…
Who will protect you while you sleep?
Remember there’s an 8000 lb dinosaur living in the living room, that I keep…
And I know for a fact that he’ll come in and drool all over you…
He’s the problem we all run from…we walk around him every day. 
And I named him Mr. Report Card… for all the damage he can play.
Without him there’ll be no Xbox, Play Station, or fancy fishing trips.
So get up my sleepy young man… The world is waiting for you today.

These are my secret weapons and they work every time…
We haven’t missed the bus you see… in a very, very long time. 


Details | Free verse | |

Busy

Life is so busy sometimes
With places to go and meals to prepare.
Princess looks dejected wanting a lap upon which to recline.
Sorry girl but cornbread demands making
And potatoes need mashing and greens need attention to cook up just fine..
Maybe later or sometimes tomorrow upon my lap you can lie.
We will listen to music and watch the world go by..  


Details | Free verse | |

John Crow

It hovers around
waiting in the air
perfect time to land
to salvage
Keen sense of smell
I can't detect
but I know where
it wants to go
The night a friend
to an enemy
snuffed him away
an innocent
Sad....
the owner regains
soil becomes the keeper
of the body
 the soul...in the heart
It flies away
 the sweet fragrance gone.



Details | Rhyme | |

My Fluffy Boy

My Cat is lovely,
His name is Fluffy,

It plays everywhere in ground,
Makes me run all around,

It likes to Sleep on table,
It loves to play with cable,

It sits in the kitchen,
and eats boiled chicken,

 
It's favourite food is custard,
It's neck ribbon is mustard,


It's afraid of rain,
and its toy is train,


It plays hide and seek with me,
when we find him he jump to me,

It lives in my plot,
and loves me alot.


Hope you will like It.:)

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Details | Quatrain | |

SMOKEY AND THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER

                                 SMOKEY AND THE GOLDEN RETRIEVER

Once when I was just a kid,
My mom thought 'twould be nice,
If I'd invite some friends to play,
And we could swing outside.

I had a swing set in the yard,
Where I would play for hours.
My daddy built it just for me,
Away from Mommy's flowers.

It stood beneath a large Oak tree,
And even had a sand box.
We played and swung and had a ball,
Got sand in clothes and socks.

Our neighbors had a big red dog,
A loyal, patient friend,
Prince often came to play with us,
He wagged his tale and grinned.

Another dog came on the scene,
And Prince was not amused,
They postured and they sniffed each other,
A dog fight soon ensued.

We screamed and cried and climbed the set,
As Prince and dog fought on,
Smokey heard our frantic cries,
And raced across the lawn.

Prince was huge with big white teeth,
And muscles big and stocky,
But Smokey feared him not and leaped,
And rode him like a jockey.

Smokey sank his claws in deep,
With teeth he grabbed his neck,
The big dog took off down the street,
With Smokey firmly set,

Upon his back, he rode him well,
They soon were out of sight,
We worried that he might get hurt,
In yet another fight;

But he came strolling home real soon,
The hero of the day.
"Don't worry kids', he seemed to say,
He won't be back today."

                                                               Judy Ball
For Fraqncine Roberts Pick A Pet Contest - July4,2011


Details | I do not know? | |

What Did The Three Legged Dog Say To The Two Legged Cat

What Did The 3 Legged Dog Say To The 2 Legged Cat?

What an amazing thing to see by any eye. Two creatures on there way home, spoke as 
if they were from a war zone.

All though both were missing parts, they had tremendous heart. Cat, what do they call 
you? My friends call me 2 Blue.

Dog, what do they call you? My friends call me 3 paws.  It’s a pleasure to meet you. 
Same here 2Blue.

Are you curious? Everybody I meet seems to be.  Not really 2 Blue. What rights have I, 
to say whose whole?  Looks to me like you have plenty of soul.

Thank you 3 Paws; I would imagine you are quite a dog, with lots of heart and plenty of 
bark.

So, 2 Blue, what’s up? Seen any action lately? Not since the alley fight in 2002, when my 
back was against the wall, and I took a heavy fall.

What about you 3 Paw? What’s your story?  Well, it’s a lone one, but I like to keep it 
short. I was in the dark in 2007,  sniffing like I normally do, when guess who? Right! The 
Rockwilder Brothers jumped me.

While running, I slipped on some ice, and they weren’t nice with there bites

I agree, we all learned our lessons in life.  Something’s are good, and some aren’t so 
nice.

3 Paw, see you around.  2 Blue, I’ll be in town.

Dr. “G”


Details | Free verse | |

A Bee's Love Sting

Mystical Queen Bee,
Navigates Her Territory....
...Savaging To Protect
Her Innocence Inside The
Sweet Nector Of A 
Bloomed Flower.
Where She'll Explore Natures
Beast Among A Love:
Extravaganza!!!
As She's Bound To Love You;
Or Sting You.... So Watch
Your Back, No I gotcha ya back
Lover... NO WORRIES!!!! It won't hurt...


Details | Romanticism | |

Away From Me.....

Whenever you are apart from me,
I dream of those beautiful moments; that  were shared between us,
Those closeness of yours, reminds me of you lingering towards me... 
When  you are miles away from me,
I close my eyes and see that cute smile on  your cute face.
Your words keep whispering into my ears when m alone,
Somethings which went wrong between us; when you who came to convince 
me...
When you go away from me;I dream of  me being with you..
Let's both go into sky; You and Me, no one else..
Will it be like heaven...?? may be yes.......
When I dreams of those lovely moments,
Glad tears too get scared to roll down;
'Cz you have warned them not to flow down my cheeks..
They too get afraid and  are  honest to u too..
The moment you entered into my small world,
My life changed...
Learnt good-bad things from you,everything  changed ...
I remember the time when your labials were brushed with mine,
Felt like that moment will never end...
And when we were together  in that dark room,
I was safe with you.
When you r away from me,
 I miss You and hope that even you do.....




Details | Free verse | |

Nap Time For Kitty

As the kids sat around undecided and blaize…
A summer project was needed ever so badly today…
My crew wavered and together finally exclaimed…
They wanted a video and to make it spectacular this time…
Anything less than U Tube quality would be a crime…
So the kids ask for a poem about their favorite fare,
They wanted it full of a large quantity of action and flair.
And the topic they wanted, that warmed their hearts…
Were the antics of Dandylion the cat of our house.
So cat chasing and spying became a spectacular game…
As they watched the kitty pounce upon his little rag mouse.
Then he slid and he jumped as he ran through the house.
He attacked the dogs tails as he snuck up behind…
And he climbed to the window to count birds passing by…
Then he tried to jump on the counter as I made everyone’s lunch.
He had to eat first… there was no other way, than first…
Then later I put the baby down for a nap…
And surprise, surprise! 
I found the Kitty next to baby with 4 paws to the sky.

The video, music, and poetry would eventually come to be…
With the older kids stringing it together for me.
It was finally good for a lot of laughs…
As the kids all got copies for dear Mom and Dad…

But now let me instruct and suggest as all videos must:
Though many a one was happily surprised and beset…
No Animals were hurt in the making of “Nap Time for Kitty”...
Of that, you can bet...


Details | Rhyme | |

Rain, The Story

in the midst of a lush meadow
there stands an impressive sight
a slip of a girl on a giant white horse
poised on the verge of flight

poetic in their beauty
they begin to move
and they appear as one
from head to back to hoove

you can see the giant beast
respond to invisible cues
as he begins to accelerate
to a place just out of view

you begin to sense the urgency
as the pair picks up speed
and you watch the desperation
as she pushes the giant steed

faster, just a lil faster
and it will be all right
all the sorrow of reality
is lost in the midst of flight

just a little harder
we're almost at the end
and the beast gives her everything
on him she can depend

the vision on that meadow
is enough to make a soul ache
watching a free spirit
and her horse make their escape

gradually they slow
his coat glistening in the sun
she leans in and hugs him
and thanks him for the run

looking into his deep brown eyes
she whispers her gratitude
stroking his white mane
they begin to walk on cue

slowly they walk the meadow
as desperation evaporates
leaving bewitched bystanders
in awe at the look upon her face

the frantic pace lost
by the run upon her beast
sorrow left in their dust
upon his back she finds her peace

they stop again and she strokes him
with all her aching heart
and knows he's her freedom
protecting her from the start

he nuzzles her soft cheek
as if he understands
and wants her to know
he's home beneath those hands

swiftly as she mounts him
agile and with grace
they begin to walk the meadow 
looks of peace upon their faces

as they reach the meadows edge
they begin to fade from sight
the girl on her magnificent white steed
disappearing in the night

written by: Lori Thomson
contest: Rain, The Story


Details | Rhyme | |

My Golden Prince

Perched upon a bed of sand
The oceans fury rushes in
Flippant sea foam at my feet
A misty breeze embraces my skin

Tonight I dream of unknown love
And cast my wishes one  by one
Carried out by rolling waves
Then captured by the setting sun

While gazing at the fading stars
I whisper a nightly prayer
Please bring me a loving companion
With whom my life i’ll share

I am searching for an honest heart
Possessed by a gentle soul
Kind, loyal and sincere
Someone to make me whole

He should be both strong and brave
Yet able to express emotion
He’ll love me through all my faults
And give me total devotion

I hope that I’ve not asked too much
And that you’ll consider my request
And with that said, I close my eyes
For some much needed rest

Feeling the warmth of the breaking sun
I awoke with a pleasant surprise
Looking down upon me
Were a pair of emerald eyes

He was all I ever hoped for
And so I called him Prince
 On that day two souls united
He’s been with me ever since

So when it comes to granted wishes
I tell you, I am a  true believer
Cause when I asked for a loving companion
God sent me a golden retriever


Details | ABC | |

The fish

A fish called Bob was twisting in the pot. He met another in the mirror and he was happy to twist.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The ways I love you

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There are so many different kinds of love
That going around in the world to day
So just telling your girlfriend I love you
Has become so very complicated to say

Now you have learn to explain to her
Let her know she’s a very special girl
So she knows she have from you
All of the different kinds love in the world

You have to give her your family love
So even if she drives you crazy everyday
Just like with some of your miserable family
You will still love them anyway

Then you have to show your pet love
What ever pets she has you must love it to
And you must never show you are angry
Even if her pets mess in your brand new shoe

Then you have to learn to love all her friends
But don’t expect her to like yours
When your friends comes over send them home fast
But you must treat hers like you are Santa clause

But be careful of the Fair- friendship love
When her friends only like you when they need something
Try your best to keep it all meeting in pubic places
Because they could go and tell her you were flirting

Always give the movie star Celebrity love
Oh my GOD. You are the most beautiful girl I seen
And show her you have her picture in your wallet
Then say that she should be on them beauty magazine

Then you have to turn on the Attraction love
Just stand and look at her like you’re hypnotize
Saying Hmmm, you’re so cuuuuuuute. To make her blush’
And telling her she is the apple of your eyes

And when coming to the romantic love
Tell her I’m so happy I could SING it from the rooftop.
But that would be weird. But I don’t CARE.’
Want the world to know my love for you will never stop

Then go into the relationship love mood
By helping her with the cooking in the kitchen
Even cleaning and Taking out the trash
Not afraid to try your hand at dish washing

And now at last you show her the lasting love
Telling her how you love he for so many years
How you get along well and are comfortable together
And you want to be with her and no one else

I hope all you guys take my good advice
And use it on your woman and you won’t regret
And I intend to practice exactly what I preach
But its just that I don’t have a woman as yet


Details | Acrostic | |

Vicky My Cat (acrostic poem for her) 4-6-06

                                                    Vicky my cat

                                                    I love you are loving and

                                                   Caring when you know when I need you

                                                    Kind, silly, cute, and

                                                    You are my little angel


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Brave Soldier

Eleven years ago, my father died.
Divorced from my mother when I was two, 
he was a stranger to me most of my life.
I had no tears as the Marine handed me the flag.
He said, "This is a gift from the President of the
United States in honor of the service that your father
gave to his country". 

Five years ago, as my mother died,
I touched her face and held her hand -
something she never allowed when we were children.
I told her everything was all right
and she could let go.
My eyes were dry, she had no funeral.

Later that year,
my husband packed his suitcase.
He told me of his plans
to find his "spiritual path", and left.
I said nothing and went inside.

But last night, my sweet little Aussie
stumbled and fell, unable to move.
With wide eyes slightly opaque,
her dear face grey around the muzzle,
she told me, its time.

This sweet companion,
faithful and brave, has only asked
for my presence in her life.

This morning, I awoke,
and I cried a  child,
with my mouth open,
eyes streaming,
nose running.


Details | Romanticism | |

a day to be mindful of

have you ever had that perfect day?
the day when no matter what the world can seem to do no wrong?
when everything seems right?
savour it i tell you!
cherish every last moment of it for tommorow may not be the same,
for you see though you may have one good day,
 many bad days filled with dark emotions shall follow,
however you see,
even though your in a bad spot,
youve had good times,
many of them too,
and nothing on earth,
not evan death can remove them from you,
for moments may last a second,
but memorys last forever.


Details | Rhyme | |

Acid Dawn


Let us rest our heads upon the pillow of denial, turn twilight in the last clear reflection of the silent moon. Where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, lest we be; 
...swimming in an acid dawn.

The corpse of shellings, scales a strewn, where once transparent was so blue,
this morning features scarlet hue, as skin is shredded in the burning morn. 
Where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, 
lest we be;
...swimming in an acid dawn.

...And come mid sun up, we shall bathe; 
within sulfuric, petrol waves and drink our lemon juice until we choke. 
Till our teeth rot and our tears evoke, the pandora’s box which we awoke. 

An orange bright, our arid plight, and we the specks of dust behind;
lurching a dehydrated, evaporated existence. Famine on our minds.
Walking footsteps which no longer walk, dreaming of the past to escape the future as the present seeps our blood and marrow, the desert sun, a piercing arrow, stabbing at our hearts.

We hobble, oh we hobble and we hobble through the wasted years, through bones and makeshift graves, we’ll hobble into the final age;
where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards,
lest we be;
...swimming in an acid dawn.

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It is estimated that within the next decade or two that the ocean will become so acidic as to dissolve the shells of mollusks and shellfish.  This in addition to the already dwindling supply of precious fresh water which we must share with our animal friends.  A supply by the way that we contaminate regularly, a supply that simply cannot be renewed. 

Desalination was looked upon as the next great solution to water shortage despite it's expense. However considering how the oceans are becoming increasingly polluted due to oil spill after oil spill and Fukushima's constant radioactive leaks, in addition to the acidification of the ocean itself, it appears that we will have no viable water to look forward to in the future. 

This is life.  Forget profit, it doesn't exist.  Nature has no concept of wealth, only of survival. If we all die, everything that we've accomplished will be forgotten, nature has no use for it. Currency will return to being simply paper and stone, and nothing else.

We need to stop thinking about ourselves and think of our children and all the other species that live upon the earth.


Details | Alliteration | |

Signs of Shoe Soul Designs in the Soft Sand

Fashion shoe treads imprinted on the bisque beach 
global longtitude/latitude design airborne print in flight
Honeycomb print slowly pacing synchronising footsteps
Concentric wave prints grouping Fine detail pattern soul 
beside clearly printed  diamond  fishbone sports design
Heavily studded  trail souls tread along large  paw prints
Simply dotted  aerobic shoeprint  next  to  little  dog paws
A  new soft pink fluffy seaweed  floats in  lacy ocean foam
Large horseshoe prints clomp  digging deeply in the sand
Smaller horseshoes gather  meeting near a water  trough
Fresh green seagrass clumped like  freshly cut long lawn
cradles long ball strands of  yellow ochre squirting beads 
Bare feet touching soft sticky sand immersed wet in water
Naked  footprints  side by side breathing beach vibrations
Two  lovehearts drawn in the light brown sand interlocked.
Sandcastles decorated with shells sit sturdily on the shore.


Details | Free verse | |

Camille

Wake up to find its not just a dream, 
the morning rips a new wound of reality. 
Forever gone, Forever missing, 
All the regrets building up inside of me. 
I could have been better, 
cause you were the best, 
I love you with everything 
now you took your last breath. 
You went, happily 
and chased the birds over that rainbow bridge, 
I hope your watching from above c
ause when you left you took a part of my heart

...RIP My Beautiful Puppy. I Love You Camille Baby?


Details | Rhyme | |

The Day

How do you know when the time is right?
When the eyes that once sparkled have lost their light?
When the robust body that used to run and play
has lost its shape, is fading away?
Without words to voice her plight,
she looks to her master to set things right.
Her life’s been long, her service true.
The days remaining now are few.

How do you know which day is the one?
When to make that call, to say she’s done?
To take that step, that last loving endeavor
that will part her from your life forever?
They say it is an act of kindness shown
to a faithful friend, to guide her home.
Home to the place where she will rest,
until the day when we are blessed
to hold her again, watch her run and play;
Then we will know that was the day.


Lelah D. Walters
9/19/09


Details | Ballad | |

Best Buds Forever

I still remember that day when you were a kitten,
You were so small and fit in my hand like a mitten.
I knew when I held you I would raise you,
The love I felt was more than true.
I was with you at my grandma's till I could take you home, 
Then the journey of raising you began...

We brought you home and I showed you our house,
I still remember when you saw your first mouse.
You jumped out of my arms and made your attack,
I stood there and watched you get your afternoon snack.
Then we were deciding on names for you,
I just felt something with dexter and knew it was true.
I was only 8 and didn't know any better,
I did some things that I still regret.

I tormented you so bad,
Looking back it makes me sad.
But I grew up and knew how to take care of you,
Even though what I did when I was younger made me feel blue.
You grew up so fast,
I never thought me and you as buds would last.
But it did I'm so proud for that,
Because in the end your my cat.

Then came the day we would move into a bigger house,
But you never again got a hold of a mouse.
You were so scared but I took you under my wing.
I showed you around the house and you were so happy.
I redeemed myself from everything I had done.

Things got better between us as the days flew by,
The love strong that were flying so high together in the sky.
You greet me when I walk through the door,
I feel so touched that I fall to the floor.
I cherish every second that your on my bed or just saying hi in my room,
The smile that's on my face brings a tear that would make flowers bloom.

Now your all grown up and still getting older,
The temperature in my heart has gotten colder.
So cold because I know your time is soon up,
I'm struggling to figure out how full is my cup.
I only wish you could live longer and we still be together,
But we will always be best buds forever.


Details | Haiku | |

A Cat

An unwelcome guest –
A cat sits on a wall
Beside the busy street!


Details | Rhyme | |

Unfair

A pet to me isn't an animal.
 He or she is family, one that we love.
When they are taken away too soon, 
 You know that they're in Heaven above.

Not one, but two kitten died this week,
 Its unfair, we loved them, and my heart is broke.
We have a funeral for Lois, and two days later, 
 We bury Jasper, it's enough to make me choke.

I choke on the words of my prayer, 
 And I almost can't finish as I began to sob.
They had cheated death once, and to have two
 die in two days, makes my heart and soul throb.

I miss their furry faces and their playful ways.
 I cry and cry until my eyes are dry and raw.
When they were born and actually lived, 
 since I helped revived them I was in awe.

Well when one door closes, another opens.
 A different Mommy abandoned her babies.
Our cat was so sad and moping around, 
 We thought to ourselves well maybe, just maybe.

Three kittens without a mommy to love, 
 A mommy that needed to fill her void.
We introduced them to her, and to our surprise, 
 She took to them IMMEDIATELY and was overjoyed. 

Not that Edward Jacob (E.J.), Malik, and Nova
 can take the place of the kittens taken from her.
She now has new babies, she loved from the start.
 And today was the first time in days, I heard that motherly purr.


Details | Free verse | |

Kitty, Kitty

here kitty, kitty, is all you need say,
if you're real lucky, they'll come your way

they know your voice, your sounds,
when they're, not the only kitty around

they love to eat, groom, to play,
their favorite pastime, find a sunbeam,
sleep away the day

when they're prowling, running, jumping,
in their own little world, who knows?
maybe its catnip, maybe its squirrels

they cuddle and purr, cute little bundles of fur,
a mind of their own, fascination, and bewilderment,
abound, uncanny intelligence, reasons for keeping,
kitty around

they have a, favorite person, that one,
they most love, in appreciation, 
use their favorite things as a scratching post

stretching, yawning, time for a nap,
awaiting night, the time, they naturally hunt,
slithering room to room looking for prey,
occasionally, to pounce, when their shadow,
gets in the way, seldom successful,
they really don't care, they know,
you're the best hunter, they'll eat well today

we love them, that's a fact, tis strange indeed,
they produce nothing of value, bring in no pay,
only their nine lives, to survive, day to day

don't bother to call them, they seldom come,
rather, take a message, get back to you later, 
when their sunbeam is done

these finicky hairballs, of teeth and sharp nails,
why do we love them, bring them into our home,
these furry little creatures, 
with attention deficit syndrome, say here kitty, kitty,
you'll question no more

life without kitty, for even one day, 
don't have to think about it,
there just, ain't, no way

here kitty, kitty


Details | Free verse | |

Feline Friends

Fire! a most dreaded word
FIRE the shout, the smoke the flames
a nightmare where heat rises and steam
where escape, escape seems hard fought
only life matters in such a scene
only life would cause me to run
to hunt and search with all that I'm worth
for the most precious friend of mine
I'd leave all the photos, my few gems and all
I'd search beneath couches
doors and in hall, tell my breathe left 
and there was no air.
I'd search till I found my kitten there!
And happiness would be 
if we came out safe
him and me.

* The beginning is Free Verse a small about of end rhyme
is added as I find the kitten & we are safe, see how it calms things down?


Details | Free verse | |

Still with me

My dear beloved friend,
I feel you late at night,
Curled atop my feet,
And keeping my heart alight.
I see your sweet smiling face,
Everytime I close my eyes,
And feel you rub against me,
With all the love you have inside.
My loving baby girl, 
I feel you here beside me,
Comforting me of all my pain,
Your close to me once more,
And I have not to weep as much,
When I feel your tail waggin against my legs. 

RIP My Puppy Camille <3 
I love you babygirl


Details | Verse | |

Migrations

The calls of the flocks          to this years migration
a roving community       of birds in each nation
rising and diving       above         mists in the rocks
the drawing together         for birthing         new flocks
 
The coo of the crane      in     a wetland bog
the bob of its head       when       its nabbed a frog
opened winged geese     in            passages  soar
north back to south     or        a western shore
 
Above our earth        the traversing vast miles
into the snowfall                 or            cliffside defiles
a race upon water       to         lure this years mate
or share  in the catch          a        dance woven like date
 
Such grace of movement    their wings on the breeze
like rhythms beating       to ascend     above trees
how can one       capture     such beauty       so grand
of a creatures          decent       upon sky        upon land
 
Motion so elegant       their  journey's   in sky
mankinds observations      our own desire       to fly
the form of their       pinions       upon outstreched wings
to follow freedom         this kind of life       dreams
 
Lowlands or Highlands        the wild fowl    domains
in deserts   or plateaus       aviary   terrains
on pole ice       or islands   you'll find their rests
every year you'll find them       their community     nests
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Haiku | |

A Glimpse Inside

Tobacco resists,
The temptation in Berber,
Flurry angels fly.


Details | Free verse | |

Simplicity

Life is this intangible thing,
an enigma and a contradiction;
at once so real, visceral,
and so ephemeral, ethereal.
 
It's like the difference between day and night;
during the day, things happen –
to you and to others, cause and effect,
gripping happenstance;
we react to these stimuli, and action results,
changing forever your life, whether big or small.
 
But at night, you rest, restore, reminisce, and soothe –
a stretch, expanse of enchantment
where time slips through your fingers too fast
and magic feels true in our hearts.
 
To say that life is all about stretching your legs,
petting a dog as it lies beside you
and together you watch the rain;
as you hear crickets chirping through the storm,
life always going on,
is laughably absurd.
 
And yet, on occasion, sometimes that's all that's really needed,
moments of quiet contemplation
of all that lies ahead and behind;
in this, I find peace.
 
Sometimes we just need a friend and a reprieve;
sometimes we must simply listen to the rain
and smile at the crickets.


Details | Haiku | |

Beautiful Flower

Pollination bee
Tasty flower for the soul
Fragrance at its best


Details | Rhyme | |

Invisible Me

They have eyes to see, but somehow, they don't see me
They say they love me, and how important I am to the
family.
I feel so alone' I can hardly  breathe, I guess that's the
problem I wear my feelings on my sleeves.
They pass me by, going here, going there, but they never
speak so I guess I'm nowhere.
Invisibility should be my middle name, but terrible breaks
is my claim to fame.
I've always wondered, when will my turn come, to shine
to thrive, to be number one,
In the lives of my loved ones, those who care so deep'
who has let me down to the point of no sleep.
tossing and turning like a merry-go-round, I'm invisible
you see, so I can't make a sound.
I pretend not to be, not to know, not to see, how they
bend me, and break me, like a branch on a tree,
That tumbles in the wind on a stormy day, being tossed
about struggling, to find my way.
Someday they'll wonder whatever became of she, that
shadow of a person whose name was me.


Details | Free verse | |

Web wise

Web wise

The fear drops from its light brown wings; 
this is not home; at least not for a bird. 
Little sparrow flaps its wings in madness; 
flaps them so hard. Living room, staircase,
it is humming past your mute chair.
But how can you help, you cannot locate 
your own way out of this golden web. 

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Haiku | |

the bowl aquarium

the bowl aquarium
i can hear fish breathe with me
beneath the ocean


Details | I do not know? | |

Echo's of the great song


Always there yet far away but out of reach
The echoes of her great song, still heard
It will never end till all that felt her joy also join the choir
And she that passed in the springtime of her being, gave so much, more than 
she knew
Giving so much, she left an unfillable void that can only shrink, slowly, slowly in 
time
Love lost the hardest way, with no choices, only acceptance

Through all though some comfort can be found
In knowing that all she knew was love and trust, what more could any ask.
And all that came within the sound of her song, gained, and were honoured
To have known her was a gift from above, a treasure
But the closest to her can only ask and never know…why?

Her spirit still sings, her echo’s sound on.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Open Window

I’m already ahead and stirring before that fiery Sunrise appears every single morning.
I'm quickly catching up to my own waiting for the breaking of this phenomenal day.
My coffee will be in my hand right when my thoughts once again start freshly forming!
Ah, I’m feeling alive inside and I think I’ll just stay right here for each second of today.

I glide through my house to stream Sunlight in by pulling every single window shade up,
I toast this day pouring my fresh hot brew straight into my scuffed up old-timers tin cup.
It’s the open window where I see my birds on my oak tree branches singing and playing, 
I just stand at the open window licking early morning honeydew from my lips and I say,
Now this is the most outstanding way to start any God given day with this superb array!

There are just so many smelly buttercups blooming out for me to pluck them up to sup!
I’m smiling whistling and getting enthusiastic about allowing myself to get carried away,
Because I hear my happy little birdies singing their hearts out to me and they’re in tune!

Let us in! Let us in! They twitter their tweets with chirps, 
Let us in and we will sing all day long just to be near you.
Laughing and giggling at my birdies I am just tickled pink,

No way Jose!
I can’t sing! 
My silly, silly little birdies, 
Y’all know my singing stinks.

My buzzing bumbling bee hummers away driving at the winds to boot,
I holler and holler for that goofy buzzer until I’m just not giving a hoot.
So I lift my tin cup up and in my air I toast to a genuine wholeness today,

By the open window I whisper to my eternally inspirational four winds of heaven, 
Forever you may live insde my breaths majestically just as my infallible Sunrays!

® Registered: Ann Rich  2005


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The Hunters

After a long hunt, 
Man’s best friends in fun horseplay, 
While the masters chat…


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Chicken Code

A naked chicken crossed the road
He needed to get to his abode.
He was puzzled you see
About the mystery,
Chicken or egg question, was just a code.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Lap Dog

Casey has grown form a pup to my big Doberman
But he still thinks he is little and tries so hard to be small
When he will not fit on my lap it is hard for him to understand
And one treat is not enough it don't fill him at all

But at night it is still under the covers for him
For he is my Casey my baby puppy you see
He shines like a star or a rare gem
And  he's my lap dog no matter how big he will be



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Hard Headed

A once healthy old man 
all alone in the sand. 
I reflect upon my past
The good and the bad. 
All that I've had.
Why time went by so fast.

With a cough and a weeze
I rise up to my knees.
Then I roll a cigarette.
A hand through my hair.
A breath of fresh air.
At least they've not killed me yet.

Still one set of prints. 
That really stinks. 
No wonder I'm so lonely.
So back to my tent
where again I will vent
about losing my one and only.

Another day is done. 
Wasn't that fun? 
I lie down to read.
I can't find my book 
though I look and I look.
So instead I smoke some weed.

A couple of good puffs
of fresh homegrown stuff.
My head vieled in fog.
Although a rarity
I have a moment of clarity
and decide to get a dog.

I now close my eyes
and await the sunrise
where it starts over again. 
But such is the quandry
of this stoned, stupid and onery, 
hard headed, homeless man.



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Best of Friends

He was to be for my daddy, they'd said
as they scooped him up from the pick up bed
He was speckled & flop eared & soft as a sigh
My Daddy knew he had lost by the look in my eye 
With his masked bandit eyes, only one name seemed right
Thus, Ringo, was christened that long ago April night
Part wolf, part samoyed, part collie & aussie
He would herd anything from small kids to old Bossy 
Every morning he'd walk me to the school yard gate
Every afternoon he'd return & patiently wait
When I graduated from high school in June of ‘82
I argued with the principal that he deserved a diploma, too 
Wherever I wandered he was close at my side
Through my childhood years, we roamed far & wide
We hiked every inch of the old Hilton Spread & the Total Wreck, as well
I knew to bring him in with me, when my daddy would start to yell 
He moved quick & shadow silent & hardly ever made a sound
But just say the word "Ranch" & watch him come unwound 
He loved to chase the rabbits & running with the 'yotes
Its to his credit that some coyote pups had speckled coats 
I learned to trust his instinct when the fellers started to call
Why, when his hackles started rising, I knew to end it all
He'd step in between us & stare them down to size
Yep, if Ringo didn't like you, there would be no compromise 
He's gone on across the Rainbow bridge where all good dogs abide
But he'll be waiting at Heaven's Gate, to fall in at my side
He taught me loyalty & trust, & that love never ends
For sixteen years, through thick & thin, We were the best of friends


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The Sleek Furry Cats

the sleek furry cats
lying around after meal
me, on my sofa


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Harpies

With their Talons they Rip And from your Blood they sip With their poison Lip In Pain you must Dip They already know your Life's length Rate invoking every Hate This is what lies beyond the Glimmering Gate This is your Sanguinary Fate


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A Black Shadow Caught

A black shadow caught
in a string of winter web,
afraid to get down


Details | Sedoka | |

OO Kittens Offending Odor

Small meow I hear A smell coming underneath I see movement in the dark I saw the kitten The odor was offensive Wanted to pass out, didn’t She purred so slightly I picked her up to see her Then the smell nearly smacked me She stunk so, so bad I took her home to bathe her So she won’t offend again
Entrant into Susan Burch's "Offensive Odors or Noise Pollution" contest!


Details | I do not know? | |

Look At That Face

Look At That Face! Before I was yours there was a time when I could not go outside. I would stay all day in this concrete cage and the days would pass me by. Many people scuffled through this dark and dusty place; each time they looked but passed me by for a softer, younger face. For three long years, here I'd wait in this cold decrepit place. Just waiting for the day you'd come and say 'Look at that face!' Through all this time I wagged my tail, hoping and believing that someday you would come and see far past my size and wrinkles. At my first home... There, they were nice, until two weeks past and twice my size. They didn't foresee my growth or my playful puppy ways. They didn't account for training, or the messes I might make so here I was left to stay in this cold concrete cage. Until the day you came and said 'Look at that face!' Now here I am today, in this sunny grassy place. I fetch and I obey at the moment that you say. Soon we go inside to the comfy furnished space where you lay down on your bed and I stretch out by your side. You stroke my head, I wag my tail and here we say no more, for here I am today; happy, healthy, and forever home. A Note From The Author:::... I have 4 rescue dogs, one with epilepsy and 2 cats I rescued as strays. I feel the ones who've had a difficult life appreciate and treasure our love more. You'll have a lot to learn about a rescue fur-baby but it's well worth it for the love they give back to you.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Baby

His soft black fur
His glowing yellow eyes
His soft loving purr
He just had to die

I miss him so
He was my baby
I just cant let him go
Hopefully he'll come back just maybe

He will always have a place in my heart
Just because I care
I wish we didn't have to part
I miss my kitty Panther


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Two Oldsters

I clip on a leash so I can try to hold her back.
My old friend will prance all the way down the block and back.
She’s frightened of noise from the garbage truck.
And early morning before the heat is always a must.
We walk the sidewalks to keep her nails trimmed nice.
And we know everywhere to find a friend like us.
Lord knows, I try to stop and talk, so I can catch my breath.
We will cross the street to avoid mean and barking dogs.
We know all the obstacles that might get in our way.
And we go a different route for each weekly day.
Together we know we appear to be a walking machine, but
We smell the roses and notice flowers from all the houses we pass.
But it’s nice to see the yards as they go slowly past
We have plenty of work waiting for us at home when we get back.
But for a moment each day we chose it, to ignore.
My old lab and I need to get out while the weather is good
In the end we’re just two oldsters…trying to get out of the house.
A smile comes on our faces we go down the block.


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Pity Trip

Pity Trip
WLM
Wildncrazy555
July 24, 2011

I need to die
And I know why
The pity trip
My soul to rip
I have no life
So full of strife
No one knows
How can they
There is no way
Shall I stay another day
WHY oh Why
I just want to die
But what of Darla
My only friend
What will happen to her
She is the only one who needs and wants me
She is the my freedom
She soothes my soul
And makes me whole
She always knows
When I am down
With the whole world closing around
I need my puppy so
And only she will ever know
Now I must go
To where I do not know




Details | Than-Bauk | |

It takes a woman

Wash the dishes?
One wishes that
fishes had hands

Brush the doormat?
If the cat could
do that, would it?

I doubt the dog
cleans the bog, 'coz
the clog's still there

Takes a woman
and dust pan, spick
and span again.


Jodie Williams for
Dr. Ram's Than-Bauk contest
7 Aug 2011


Details | ABC | |

mother

she  is  the  best.they  can  get  angrey.but  she  always  will  be their  for 
you.when  you  have  a   have  a  problem she  will always  help.thats  what  
mothers  are  for


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The man and his cat

A man sits by a fire, No life partner, or companion besides his beloved cat. 
The cat he calls Mr kittles which is loving and gentle and has kept the man sane throughout the years.
He still remembers the cat as a kitten crying and meowing for food and being scared. 
The man remembers tending to the kitten and getting a sense of fulfillment and meaning to his life although hes depressed and has no meaning to live.
From kitten to cat it gives him the motivation and love. 
Everyday the man feeds and waters the cat and sits on his chair and pets and listened to the sounds of a comfortable purr from the animal. 
Days go to years and the youth full cat is old and brittle showing signs of fatigue and loss of life. 
The mans fear of losing his cat is coming true.  
Hes been dreading the day he will lose his best friend and companion. 
Everyday the man pays  more and more attention trying to get in those last pets and whiffs of the cats fur. 
For the man doesn't know when the day will come so he is scared and must Cherish every moment. 
Life is a very sacred thing and should not be taken for granted, He cries solely every night fearing the worst. 
How will he cope and what feelings will come upon him with the cats passing.  
He knows he might not have the strength if his best friends leaves him behind!
The day has come the car is terrible sick and the man knows what has to be done.  He takes the cat to the vet and they lay him down and hook up the IV.  
The mans heart beats, palms become clammy, the mind rushing with an controllable thoughts of sadness. 
He stares in to the cats eyes as they dimmed and shut, the man starts crying uncontrollably and pets the cats head and tells him he loves him. 
After this the man goes home sits on his chair and an eerie feeling of not knowing Ur fellow friend wont be there to comfort you comes over the man. 
The grief is to strong the man starts drinking heavily and takes his own life.

I Wrote this pretty quickly its like 4am I couldn't sleep.  
Its funny the story above is based loosely on me and my cat.  
He sixteen years old Ive had him since the fifth grade and hes always been there for me.  
Sleeping next to me I love petting him and smelling his hair. 
I got real close to this cat after my divorce.  
He real sick now and you never know life comes at you quick. 
So make good of your time and to the people in your life


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WHERE IS MY KITTY?

               WHERE IS MY KITTY?




         I asked your name and the answer was
             A beautiful one as was your smile, the
             Accent noticeable 

              I welcome you to my city even though
             it is not exactly itty bitty- say where
             Is my kitty?


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DUTCHESS

Dutchess was my bunny,
Her disposition, oh so sunny,
Her ways and actions-oh so funny,
Oh my! I loved that bunny.
          Dutchess!

She came from my son-in-law, a gift,
My pet cavy had died! I needed a lift,
My room became hers-and so did I,
She made me laugh-she made me cry.
            Dutchess!

Dutchess made noises-a grunt, a growl,
We became friends, we were great pals,
Her eyes like coal-they are So black,
Her nose always twitching and that's a fact.
             Dutchess!

I had to move-she couldn't come!
My Grandson took her, she has a great home,
I love her! I miss her so very much,
But life goes on, I stay in touch with-
              Dutchess!


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Go Fetch

a leap of great faith
time to hit the water pool
fetching is for me






Tribute To
Man's Best Friend


My Pup {Shadow}  LOL


Details | Limerick | |

Computer Shell Game

Digital life discourages thinking,
Laptops encourage time sinking,
Really surfing-the-net,
Is indulging a pet,
For PC’s are pet squirrels chewing nuts who are linking.


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Hummingbird

Minute yet splendid,
you flutter with elegance:
each move poised with grace.


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Zephyr's Touch

The morning zephyr's touch Gentle cool blessing sent Fireball on horizon Soon heat on earth will vent Bright yellow now the sun Roosters' crowing increased Glad to see the sun up And feel morn's warming heat Caligraphy cat comes To take my pen away She wants all my time now All attention no play Princess jealous small dog Doesn't want that cat at all She snarls and snaps leaves lap Cat just sits on me malls She thinks her claws feel good Digging into my flesh She purrs as if pleasure She hurts me by heck


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TRAPPED FOR HOURS


Was trapped at the garage for two hours
As they search endless for passengers
We lament in the bus dungeon
It wasn’t my route, a bad trial

Other hours spent at Mowe Road
Two elephant vehicles clashed
No solution seems to be in sight 
As we all suffered it.

Options came from co-travelers
To alight at the next town
Or to get to Ado-Ekiti
Dwell either at the garage 
Or better still at the Driver’s abode 
I shook my head in alarm
God is the safest option, I said
As we discussed, we were still trapped.



Alayande Stephen T.
6.35pm
20th November 2007

Still in the bus on my way to Ado-Ekiti.







Details | I do not know? | |

Shady's poem, a poem dedicated to my dog, not quite finished

The night sky is lit up by stars
One by one each flickers away
One by one each love is dead
Until the sky is black and gone

One bright star is all that remains
I reach for the light
but it pulls away
and flickers just the same

Let me fall; so it can rise
Let me dullen; so it can shine

I pray with all my heart
I cry with all my tears
I work until I sweat
Just to save that last star in my sky


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The Bow-Wow Song !

I was ‘ Walking ’ back from grocery shopping
When I saw something, that had me hopping…
… mad, I mean… at what I seen
… a Man treating a Dog, just like a Queen !

They rode past in a top-down car
She had shades on, like a Movie-Star
My bags dropped down, due to shock…
… Now… What She got, that I ain’t got?

… Her big ears blowing in the wind
Now, I know, that’s Man’s Best Friend
But the only reason, I figured, I was Walking
is ‘cause I need a new kind-of-Talking :

Bow-Wow!     Get my  tail to Wagging
Bow-Wow!     Ain’t too Proud for Begging
Bow-Wow!     Learn another kind of Language
Bow-Wow…    … see I can Manage …
Bow-Wow !
I’m slowly Learning How
-	    to Bow-Wow
                    and it’s Alright Now

Now, I knew, something was wrong with that Sight
Can my Bark, be worse than Her Bite?
I started to Listen to the Canine next Door
Yapping and a Howling – made ‘em give Her More…

Then I hung around the Local Pet-Shop
I Finally figured out “What They Got !”
The next Man came, I Said, “They’s Expensive,
You may as well, get yourself a ‘Mrs’…”

                    … Bow-Wow!
  
Bow-Wow!      Get my  tail to Wagging
Bow-Wow!      Ain’t too Proud for Begging
Bow-Wow!      Learn another kind of Language
Bow-Wow…   … see I can Manage
Bow-Wow !
I’m slowly Learning How
	     to Bow-Wow
                     and it’s Alright Now

Well… We were already happily Married, when He said, “Let’s get a Dog”
I sat up straight… went to sniffing, as silent-whistle-warnings, went off
I jumped in front of Him … and started to Tease…
“We don’t need nothing ‘round with Fleas !”

… and if You scratch behind My Ears,
I’ll make the kind of noise, you love  to Hear ! …

Bow-Wow!      Move Over Rover
Bow-Wow!      Fe-Fe, Its Over !
Bow-Wow!      This is My Growler
                     Git’ A Little Louder … Bow – Wow !

                 Bow-Wow… Wuff  Wuff  Wuff

         Carol Brown… This One’s For You Kiddo’
         And Your Great Sense of Humor (Smile)
              This Poem is From Bygone Days
(Wouldn’t You Know… The Silly One’s Always Survive)
                         Hope You Enjoy It….

                                  MoonBee


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To Whomever Has Loved a Horse

To Whomever Has Loved a Horse
Knows of that of which I speak.

To feel an equine’s glorious power
Quiver and tremble beneath one’s limbs
The emotion brought within
Can cause even the most stoic noble man 
To begin to tear up and to begin to weep.

To see one’s own reflection
In the pools of their almond shaped eyes
They are the master
Of the human depth of understanding
Always given up in their intelligent vision.

One cannot help but grasp their love
Hold on to their mane and fly
Fast along the earth
As if for a moment, Icarus
Flying high above the earth
On golden wings…
Not afraid to die.

If only Icarus had known
He could fly on an earthly steed
He could have saved his soul
And flown on a glorious horse…
It would have saved his soul indeed…

Instead of failing on false wings.


(November 26, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved


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Tank with Goldfish

Sometimes we see a glint of gold or red
emitted sudden as a warning through
the greening water of the old square tank outside,
an evanescent wink from just beneath
the awning of the lolling lily pad.

Within this viridescent bulk of water pushing
against the stark and square formality of fibreglass,
the teasing crimson twinkle
frees our eyes from what had become
the prison of their gaze in which they were held
unblinking by the flat rigidity
of unremitting quadrilateral form.

Once more a gleam of carmine charms our eyes
into the still, green patina of this exotic liquor –
another world, so far removed
from our dull logic of normality.


Details | I do not know? | |

Buddy

Buddy my friend
you came to my house
unwanted by me. Loved
by our Man, and Dragged in
by the little girl that our man
just Couldn't tell NO! So many
times I have returned home
UN-afraid because I knew you
took good care of your duties
as guard to your "people".
So many times I
have carried you with me
to keep me safe as I went
about doing my jobs as Mom
even when those jobs came
after dark. I was never afraid
when you and your growl
rode shotgun. I have watched
you run for a ball even when
they hid it and just made you
run for the fun of it. I have seen
you turn cartwheels for the same
ball bounced just out of your reach.
No wonder you made them fight you
for the ball every time you did bring it
close enough for them to get a grip on it.
I would have done the same. So many dogs
have come and gone since you came here as
Just a flea bitten bundle of skinny bones.
Some say that animals don't have a heaven
But I think if they do, You are surely there!
I will miss you Buddy!




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Russet Red Vision at the Edge of the Green Creek

Scabbard symbol enchanted flowers opal potion milky skin
Gold-embroidered  purple  robe , green eyes flashing stars.
Beautiful faintly beeswax smell in  village meadow chamber
Horse's necklace "clack! clack! clack" sleek coat bobbed tail.
Velvet  lined  rose queen , green tree snake salty evening air
Tea tree branch , topiary mazes ,  old Kingdom noonday sun.
Fresh  dawn ,  wood  ash ,  surrounding  woods,  veil  of mist
Twisting  and turning , sliding  and re-arranging  themselves
slender fingers pulled the needle back and forth on the loom
Nuzzling  against his face an eager lip/nostril  whiffling noise 
Ice  crystals  etched along  its blade felt  the glow of his spirit 
took a deep breath voice tiny siver bell with a high sweet note. 
Brightly  wrapped box  he suddenly smiled a number of times 
Wispy  tendrils of red curls straggled free of their satin ribbon
She paused to feed a thread of scarlet  into the pattern of blue.
They continued up the hill , beyond the ridge they saw the King
riding , his amber-coloured stallion charged ahead of his men
at the edge of the creek , green with ferns and rich moist moss.


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Balloon For a Raccoon

On my porch
is a raccoon-
He said he’d leave by June,
but he’s been stealing all my spoons;
and his paws are always in my pots,
tying my plants all up in knots.
He steals all my dog’s food,
and always walks around in the nude.
Now I don’t know how to get rid of a nude raccoon,
maybe I’ll tie his junk to a giant balloon.


Details | Haiku | |

Curiosity Filled the Cat

Whiskers twitch and jerk
Cat talk aimed at silly squirrels
Curiosity...


Details | ABC | |

my first pet

I    got  a  first  pet   it    was  different  from  everybody's  first  pet  i  had  a  half  
cat  half  dog.i  named it  cado.but i  thought he  was  cool.everyone  kept  making  
fun  of  him.but  i  loved  him  dearly.


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Summer Day

Summer Day
Walking down the dusty country road 
Skipping rocks over the creek
Running through the pasture chasing cows
Taking a long dip in a cool lake on a hot summer day
Catching a horny toad to bring home to Mom
Whistling my way down the long dusty road
Free to do whatever I please along the way
What a great way to spend a summer day


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PREPARATION

The thin gray man 
pulled his truck to the
edge of the greenest part of
the field
behind the church.

He adjusted his cap
then carefully unloaded 
the plastic fences, 
jumps, 
marking poles, 
see-saws,
a-frames 
and the orange traffic cones 
in the middle of the field.

With calculated moves, he had set out
the apparatus
to prepare his dog for
the upcoming trials 
a short
time away.

Adjusting each item,
checking their position and height
just so, 
pacing off the space
between the cones and white stakes
measuring here and there 
to be sure.

His black and white Afghan
jumped out.
The dog followed his signals
and moved
over and around
the folding fences, 
weaved through the
orange cones, 
jumped the hurdles and
got a treat and
and encouraging word
each time it was right.

The rain came suddenly
but neither the man nor
his dog neglected their 
duties.

The next day, at the same time,
almost exactly,
he returned.
This time
with a tall, shiny, black poodle.
The routine was a little different.
The poodle 
more advanced, quickly
ran the gates and wove its way through the cones.

Each received their reward in time.
The man, filled with pride.
The dogs 
filled with 
soft praise 
and biscuits.


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In my head and In reality

 I know a place where many people would like to visit but cant. I know a place where a lot
of people don’t know I go. I go to this place when no one can get a hold of me. This place
is full of music, it got vivid bright colors. The music plays all the time. I have a
husband with no face and kids with no faces. But lately those faces are blurry. Getting
clearer, at least for the husband it does. The colors though, bright and beautiful, show
all the meaning in this place I go to. The blue so blue that its bluer than the ocean. 
Bluer than my eyes and yours as well. The house is built just to my liking. The cat walks
by and looks up at me and meows. The dog barks in the back ground, the fish makes bubbles,
and the kids giggle in the other room. I’m in the kitchen cleaning and making dinner while
I hear the TV on in the living room and he’s playing a game while talking to the giggling
kids.  I walk in there to see the colors on the screen of the computer as beautiful the
ones I see. The red of the shirt he is wear and the blonde of his hair. The giggle that
pierces my thoughts and I turn to see the little girl all full of joy. The couch ruby red
just like the ruby I wear around the neck. The diamond on my finger is shinier that I've
ever seen. The earrings in my ears dangle around my neck. Then the cry of the little boy
needing his diaper changed laying on the dark emerald green blanket with the yellow
giraffe on it. In walks the sandiest of brown and white dogs with so much energy that her
face looks like its almost smiling.  The cat comes in from the other door and rubs
affectionately on the little girl whose laugh punctured my thoughts just moments before. I
look back at the little boy on the couch whose cries now have punctured these thoughts. I
turn and walk over to him. I pick him up and say why you crying my little man. His tears
fade and a smile comes to his face. In this place I'm finally me and I'm finally happy
again. This is my place and no one can take it from me.


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My First Pet

Tiny was my first pet and the very same age as I.
With no concept then of life or death, I had no thought she’d die.

A  shorthaired, fox terrier dog, with black spots on coat of white,
she was with me when I learned to walk and stayed with me day and night.

Her breed was bred for ground hunting, all badgers need beware.
She’d dig her way into their dens and trap them in their lair.

I didn’t want her hunting them, but she would disobey.
Daddy told me not to blame her, it was just her terrier way.

She would wait for me so patiently when I spent my time in school,
and greet me with a furious wag, so happy she would drool.

And so it went for thirteen years. She was my little pal.
She loved all of the family, but I was her special gal.

She became deaf in her old age, although I didn’t know it.
She was so good at reading minds, she truly didn’t show it.

One day she wandered on the road and didn’t hear the car 
that in  younger years she would have heard when coming from afar.

I missed my special little friend, and long and hard I cried.
That I'd lost a part of my young life, simply could not be denied.

We buried her there on the old farm where in life she liked to roam
and every badger thereabouts was safer in his home.

Since then I have had many dogs and though I loved the rest,
since Tiny was my very first, perhaps I loved her best.

.




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The Puppy And A Rose

I Drew A Puppy and A Rose
Then I Sat Back… and I Cried
It bought back such Memories
‘afore my Grandma Died…

A Golden Puppy and Red Rose…
and Me, in Grandma’s Garden
a-Playing and a-Growing
and all the Ruckus, She’d Pardon

Sometimes, She’d take me by the Hand
And We’d Walk between the Rows
… of  Onions and Potatoes, Greenbeans
Blackeye-Peas and Tomatoes

She had a Pecan and a Peach Tree
And I had a Slide, and See-Saw – Swing
And I’d hold that Puppy in my Lap
And the Sunshine gave me Wings !...

Then, I’d make some Mud-Pies
And tried to brush the Puppy’s Teeth
But, Instead of getting Spanked
The Folks just Laughed at Me…

And, Oh, the Flowers in the Front Yard
And on the Porch – all the Pretty Roses
We’d Poke our Faces, Real Close
To get the Perfume in our Noses…

God… I Loved that Puppy
And Lord… I Love my Grandma
… and I Love You and Your Son
… for  Memories and Teardrops, at What I Draw…


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SMOKEY - MY FIRST FRIEND

                                        SMOKEY - MY FIRST FRIEND

Smokey was a funny cat,
You could see him think.
His favorite place to do this,
Was table or kitchen sink.

He'd loll about for hours,
In seemingly deep thought,
Musing o'er life's mysteries,
Or the mouse he never caught.

He looked so wise just sitting there,
Mysterious and ancient;
Never bothering anyone,
Complacent and so patient.

The only thing he didn't like,
Was being combed and groomed.
If you picked up his comb and brush,
He'd quickly leave the room.

I sweqr sometimes he read our minds,
Knew what we were about,
He understood our every word,
Of that there was no doubt.

He was my friend from babyhood.
We were babes together.
He taught me climbing, stealth nd patience;
our bond could not be severed.

He taught me to look nonchalant,
And even innocent,
If by chance I should get caught,
Whene'er house rules were bent.

Whenever Mom and Dad were cross,
He taught me how to blend,
Into the background or become,
So cute they had to grin.

My memories of him are fond,
I thought he'd live forever.
He taught me fun and love and loyalty,
He won't die, not ever.

                                                          Judy Ball



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SMOKEY AND ME

                                                  SMOKEY AND ME

Smokey was a funny cat,
Filled with fun and love;
Adventurous as all cats are,
And Master of the Hunt.

He stalked the house in search of that,
Which posed some kind of threat,
A bug, a mouse, a ball of yarn,
No pest escaped his net,

That he had formed around our house,
He took responsibility,
To protect us from it all,
Because we were his family.

From babyhood he was my ken,
He always slept with me,
We played for hours in the yard,
Beneath the old Oak tree.

We climbed my swing set, climbed the tree,
Played in my sand box too,
Imagine my surprise to find,
He used it for a loo.

Kitty cat and little girl,
Fought jungle wars, climbed trees,
And then we sailed the Seven Seas,
Buccaneers were we.

We'd hide behind the sofa,
The curtains or in the hall,
And wait in ambush for our prey,
We really had a ball.

My sister's boyfriend happened by,
One night as we were hiding,
I yelled,"Chaarge!" and Smokey leaped,
The boy knocked off the siding,

On the book case in the hall,
As Smokey climbed his leg,
And we were sent to bed that night,
'thout supper though I begged.

Incarcerated pirates we,
The game continued on,
We'd wait until they were asleep,
Then eat til it was gone.

Then we'd escape into the night,
With valuables they cherished,
We'd be away by early light,
Leaving the guard embarrassed.

                                                    Judy Ball


Details | Haiku | |

The Flame

Fire raging high
Mountain habitat unsafe
Rescue on the way


Details | Free verse | |

God's Little Critters

vast wilderderness she lays her head 
moss strewn rock beds and nil vegetation 
in the distant the lone wolf begins to howl 
no sun to call her own   
just gotten entangled in a predators sneer 
shes begins gnawing frantically
blood soaked coating
and one less hoof to stand with
this tiny deer finally had gotten freed
just as I was picking up the phone to
call animal control to help out
one of God's own little critters  




Tribute To
God's Critters

Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
Beyond Nightfall Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

animals

people seem to treat animals with no such respect
they dont understand animals are afraid of neglect
people who treat animals wrong
need to understand that animals only live for so long

animals should be considered people also
they need love too and shouldnt just sit like a fossil
animals have emotions just like us all
so be polite and dont treat them like a wall

when you have no one to communicate with
animals will listen, that is not myth
animals need us as much as we need them
they need us until the day they descend

animals go and come every year
just remember they are not a fear
animals can be there for you
and will stick with you just like glue

animals need love also
so please dont just sit there and turn into a fossil
just remember there are always animals that need homes
so do your part dont let them sit like garden knomes

the more animals the better
so please adopt and send the animal care and control a letter


Details | Acrostic | |

Humanity

Human, is part of the word humane.
Universally, we should all be human.
My worries are; have we become insane.
Animals are to be treated, the best we can.
Nearer to God, we should be without distain.
If you mistreat an animal, that would be inhuman.
Tell me why, we allow so much worldly, human pain.
Yet, we all strive to save animals, with much acumen.


Details | Light Poetry | |

I'm An Animal

"We were all born part animal"

With 

A

Deer 

Face

And

A

Bear

Ass


This is what my dad told us kids
all the frigging time lol
thanks dad and happy father's day

july 5th 1925 - april 11 th 1981


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Sunflowers

You can stand among them without being afraid
Many of these faces look friendly enough
Even though the world has hardened them
They look friendly enough
So friendly that you begin to 
Long to be one of them
You want to forget your problems
Because being you hurts too much
They look friendly enough
But masked behind those friendly faces
Is a pain
Somewhat like your own
They are just better actors




Details | Free verse | |

Distemper

Fictional for a prompt:- think outside the box in sixteen words.


Frothing at mouth
Distemer shows itself
Taking over body and mind
Mans best friend 
Slowly dies




Please, please, please get your animals/pets vaccinated!


Details | Didactic | |

breakfast

the wolves are come. for me.
they are. they come. for me.
i am a tasty treat.
the wolves, they come for me.

they shall swallow me whole.
they'll eat my body and soul.
i am a sweet morsel.
into their mouths i will go.

the wolves are. at my door.
my heart shall beat no more.

i'm a sitting duck.

the blood. the wolves. it pours.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Beautiful Son

The room goes dark
The silence surrounds me
Slowly my heart begins to harden
My mind begins to race with
Thoughts of you my beautiful son

Then the why’s and what ifs flood my mind
My heart grows harder
Living without you is becoming too 
Painful

Suddenly I can feel the warmth
Of your touch on my shoulder
You wipe a way my tears
I now feel you inside my heart

Helping me to go on without you
The longer you are with me
Living day to day becomes easier and less painful

Knowing you are in my heart and 
Will never leave
Makes life easier

Our memories will go on
I will never forget
You my beautiful son
You will forever be with me
I will never let you go but
I will go on 


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Example of an Imperfect, Perfect Dog

Her cataracts stare me down
Perky ears arise to guests
She sits on my coat, content
That tail wags with love.


Details | Pastoral | |

Poodle Flirt

Female Doggie Likes to kiss the cheek of my Beastly Pose
One that likes to be counted on as a dear friend forever
I am a Human counterpart,searching for a permanent relation
Man's best friend is a female type,ready to touch a sweet moment Expression
Flirting with me,her master weak,to understand in a balanced peak
Samantha is her name that was given,paw in hand,strolling down a lonely lane
A clear horizon of bluest stream,streaking across an atmosphere dream
Flying aces,in acrobatic flight,Sam and I are watching them in sight
Sitting upon the lush green hill,Both of us contemplating,an early fall chill
Jennifer,a neighbor of mine,is coming up the side
Charles,a Terrier small,with a grin that they both cannot hide
It is the four of us here,lying side by side,to see the setting sun slowly fade
A day,indeed,for a gentleman and a lady
Poodle and a puppy,keeping private thoughts their way
The moon is clear,above the early hour,
Saying a Fond farewell to our opposite sex
Only to promise,many more excursions that will fill the lonely day
We are not alone as the evening peers,to temporarily stay
The ending of our free time for just a little bit
Excuse me while I clean the rest of Samantha as she patiently does sit


Details | Haiku | |

Every One Has Time


every one has time
to leave, red bird starts to fly
wings flap with new hope


Details | Free verse | |

My Pet

one of the things that fill me with joy
the moment i lay my eyes on them
i came home today from the studio
wondering if my pet has already eaten her supper
i know that i've not been spending much time with her
so i'm making plans to move her into my bedroom
may be she'll inspire me more
to write about the other side of my life
my love for animals


Details | Elegy | |

Cry

 Cry a tear drops down my eye as I see the pain you were in, You were my father it 
seemed like you were my only friend. 

  This cannot be real, I wanted so bad for you to heal to be the same person that you 
used to be but all i'd ever have was painful memories. 

  I wanted you here for my wedding for my first child, I wanted you here for everything 
for things father's live for.

  Now all I can see is the care free life that is put in front of me, My mother is more 
like a sister than anything she knows What's best but not like a father would.

  I can come home late and she won't suspect a thing, maybe I need a father to put down 
that hard cold disapline. 

   I cry whenever I think about not having someone in my life to hold me down, To keep 
me warm, to warn me.

  Life is filled with hardships I thought you'd always be there to protect me. Always be 
there to hug me.

  Cancer took you away so slowly but when you were gone it seemed like just a second. I 
wanted you close, I wanted to always be daddy's little girl but nothing worked out the 
way I planned it. 

  I cried, my eyes out now they are dry but they will never heal. The scars from tears 
have damage them for life.

  I will cry at my graduation, I will cry at my wedding, I will cry at each special 
event and just image you there holding a camera.

  Capture it daddy I will smile and say ill picture you handing me a tissue because you 
never left me sad for long. 

 Cry I think i'm over that, But remember you'll always be in my heart.


Details | Narrative | |

SOPHIE'S PET

~~~~^^^^^^~~~~

   Sophie's world invaded by queries - wholly
         Questions need to be Answered "PHILOSOPHICALLY"
                -  " WHO ARE YOU?"
                      -  " WHERE DOES THE WORLD COME FROM?"
  From her isolated garden - feeling so BLUE
            There she lives with her Mom
                   MOM's at work -  Living alone 'til five  
       For her not to nestled with Boredom
             Menagerie came to her LIFE
  3 GOLDFISH - Goldtop, Red Ridinghood, and Black Jack
               2 BUDGERIGARS - Smitt and Smule
      1 TORTOISE - Govinda , and...
  SHEREKAN  -  a "marmalade"
                         -  With a sleek body
                               -    Vibrant with energy
                                      From it's white whiskers to the twitching tail...
    Another question came - being revealed
   " WHAT IS A HUMAN BEING? "
             SHEREKAN blissfully unaware of it
      Enigmas for human answered by a marmalade
  HUMAN BEINGS aware of the questions of life
          Unlike pets, not so wondering.
                    Humans are born to think higher than Animals...
     MARMALADE had brought Sophie
                To the real picture of HUMANITIES.                      
          " IT'S NOT MY PET
                    BUT I ALSO OWN SHEREKAN
                          FOR SHE AWAKEN 
              MY SLEEPING 
                        CRITICAL PHILOSOPHICAL MIND... "

                                                                                    ~~~~^^^^~~~~~


                    ***PICK A PET CONTEST
                                        **** JULY 03, 2011


Details | I do not know? | |

Child of mine..cuddles

nightmare....i wake up! a voice says to me, "(meow) mommy why have you 
abdandoned me?!: i say " baby its not my fault , i love you so much!" 
"(meow) i thiught we were meant to be together forver!" i thiught so too... 
tears drop down my eyes as i tried to calm down. another tear drops...
my face turns blue. the paramedics come for me..i say no O2.
i hurt my child,best friend,an animal. "she's dying,she's dying", they say..
i hear him again "meow" i gasped for air.  "cuddles where are you?!"
he replied,"im in your heart." im sorry to have let you go, but as you can see it 
wasnt my fault! my best friend, an animal, cuddles. voices leave me as my heart 
rate drops...beep...beep...the machine makes..i was declared dead!


Details | I do not know? | |

Guardian Angel of My Heart

Dearest guardian angel of my heart
You make me happy
Even when we're apart
Whatever I do
I shall do it for us
And pray that our love
Flies high in the sky
With the holy wings of a dove
Goin' back home to her
Beautiful Father in Heaven
And bein' with God evermore...

Holy protector of my soul
You and I both know
That whatever happens to this world
Nothing can ever come
Between us and our love
And rip apart our hearts
For they beat together
As one and forever…

Royalty like you, my love,
Can never be despised
By this lonely heart of mine:
You are perfect
As perfect as can be
And you always visit me
In my dream-state
For together we will be,
Always…!


Details | Haiku | |

Flowers/Puppies/Spiders

Flowers have pretty colors
Red, pink, blue, purple, rainbow
The colors last forever


Puppies are cute and cuddly 
They have wet noses and long tails
They are loveable and fun



Spiders are scary
They have too many legs and eyes
Spiders creep and crawl


Details | Free verse | |

Honesty

Honestly when I speak do I sound just like an air head? 

Honestly when you see me do you look at me and think about how strange I look? 

Honestly when i'm not around do you say mean things about how I am?
 
Honestly when I smile do you feel completely grossed out? 

Honestly when I read on the train do you think geek or some pretty cute smart girl? 

Honeslty when I get a little tantrum do you feel like calling it quits, do you tell your 
friends when i'm not around?

 Honestly how honest are you? 

I'm a big girl I can take the truth don't hide it from me. 

If it's bad then I will cry but baby know that I am not weak I will learn from this and I 
will get stronger with every hit so please don't spare my feelings be honest when I ask 
you. 

Honesty when I look like a fool don't tell me that I look pretty just because I might get 
insecure. 

Honestly if you think I look fat tell me right now but that you can't take back because I 
will take it to heart and work out everyday in the gym just to look hot for you because 
you told me.

 Honestly if I dye my hair and the color glares in the sun and makes me look like a clown 
tell me to my face that I look a mess and I promise I won't get mad I will get happy. 

Honestly baby be honest with me our love will grow each day if you do and I will be as 
perfect as I can be and you will be happy with me as a whole.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Still Pray to Thee.

I Still Pray to Thee.

I fell out of a tree,
Where were you?
Did you save me?
I awoke yelling your name.

I got too close to waters edge,
Mommy was right there,
Was it you that stopped me?
My brother and I, what a pair.

The snake was so pretty and fascinating,
Thank you Frisky,
You were a great loving dog,
I was so small,
You gave it your all.

Swimming in the ocean,
The wave knocked her away from me.
Somehow I found her. 
Was it you that helped me?

I was such a young, foolish parent,
Did you look after me,
Lead me in the right direction,
Take care of me?

Was it you that showed me,
What it is like, to be free?
That brought me to my knee?

I still pray to thee.


Details | Bio | |

My Best Friend

Why did it happen
It was so sudden
Everything I was
Poured out into her.

Eyes so scared
Shook all over
her pale skin

Didn’t look like my friend.

Smell was so rancid
Please make it stop
I wanted to hit them 

with
the 
car

They didn’t see her
Impossible
She’s as plain as day.

Stay away from her
She’ll be ok
Bad man in the car

Must have been on purpose.

Her fur was stuck
Carried to the car
Hearts pounding 

What happens now?
Feel pasty, Sick 
I need to lie down.

Scared to cross the street…


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Nirvana's guest

Soft and silken belly fur
Trembling rumble steady purr
Curled up cuddled hugging heat
Stretching clutching kneading feet
Hunger fed relaxed content
Deep in satisfaction spent
Feline felicitations vent
I fondle her with envy


Details | Rhyme | |

Domestic Disaster

Some think I’m crazy
Plumb out of my head
For listing these reasons
I’m not leaving bed
My pillow’s real soft
My blanket’s nice too
There are dishes in the sink
And dusting to do
The bills need paid
And there are lessons to finish
These cobwebs in doorframes
Will never diminish
The TV is filled with nothing but gloom
The bathroom needs tidying
The floors need vacuumed
The dog needs a bath
There’s laundry to fold
The leftovers from last week
Are starting to mold
The hedges need trimmed
The weeds are growing
The garden needs tended
The yard needs mowing
My house is a mess
The roof sprung a leak
I’m up to my ears
For the next couple weeks
If only I had
The courage I said
I’d throw back the covers
And the cat would be fed


Details | Blank verse | |

Magic Spelled Out

Sitting passenger in an orange 57 Chevy pickup
Sipping occasionally from a warming beer
It’s going on to sunset and we’ve had a day
The wives and kids are back at The Coop (his house)
We’re in “The Pumpkin” with Biffer his soul mate
Highland terrier He’s brought me to see Sump’n special
We sit in silence. A miracle in itself
The sound system in this truck is an example 
Of obsessive perfectionism. The windows as usual
Are completely spotless, to the point of invisibility
We are parked on Great Hill with its panoramic 
View of Boston Harbor
“Any minute now Meek” he murmurs gazing avidly
At the setting sun
It sets and “The Aftermath” begins as usual 
This time of year it’s fantastic Boston never looked so good
Then it happens. The streetlights come on.
“Do you see the necklace” he asks?
I smile and raise the bottle in salute
No words are needed for some time
The joy of seeing through someone else’s eyes
We’ve been doing this to each other for years now
Sharing magic competitively
As only good friends can
He caught more fish today
But that’s another story


Details | Free verse | |

My Cat

My cat 
Max,
has lots of hair
and
F  A  T
and time
to do nothing,
but sleep in the sun
and torment the dog
because he is
the Head of the house
and he finds it 
fun.

But, of course,
I love him,
and
the weight of him
against me in the night
and 
the sound
of his "motor running"
as the kids would say.
He brings such love
and warmth in those dark, 
lonely hours.
Until...
without warning,
he leaps away.

If you were to 
ask him why?
He would quite
simply
say,

"I was done"


Details | Free verse | |

Why do I feel

          Summer time hits 
       and I feel like s.h.i.t
    Can't control this feeling inside of me
           I feel out of place
         I can't keep up with this race
      I'm constantly falling backwards
        Nothings happening  
      Why does this always have to be me
        I'm just a scared little girl 
        being force to grow up
       I have to face this world
       but they've denied me entry
         and it seems like everyone else
             has made it
           everyone knows exactly what to do
          and here I sit so out of place 
         and I don't know what to do
           So why do I feel 
          So useless inside
           It's how you made me feel
              when my access got denied
               I got denied the world
              Everyone keeps telling me I have to do something
               I can't just sit on my a.s.s 
            and expect things to happen
              But how am I suppose to 
                  make miracles
                        by myself
                     I need your help
                       Why do I feel
                          So alone?


Details | I do not know? | |

mind

Mind

When I see your pretty face I go into a dark
 Space and I look into my mind
 And think of what could be mine
But then you walk walk away 
Just like you did what you did the other day
And you look into my eyes and
And you see what I hide and you say
Stuff to me and it hurts the way you treat me but
I guess that’s how it goes when you’re the only one
That knows and you find out what’s inside and
You start to suddenly cry then you go into space 
   And let it all erase. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Two Cats and a Man

Two cats are singing midst the rain,
"Meow, mara, meow!" at the side of the train.
"Shut UP, now!" shouts a man in vain.
"Meow, but it's cold, and I'm wetting my mane!"

"If you are quiet, or restrain
I will fetch you some string; in fact, make it a skein."
"Is not for game that we're now fain."
"Then I'll warm you some cream, if your cries will just wane."

Those words then make the silence reign,
So he leaves and comes back with a dish made in Spain.
He puts the dish on their terrain,
And the cats lap the cream... Then start meowing again!
"What's this, you promised to abstain!"
"We promised to wane not to stop our campaign."
"That was a bad, dirty chicane!"
"Don't you see that it's water that's causing our bane?
Try off'ring something less inane."

"Please, all that noise that is pounding my brain
Will make me soon go quite insane.
Should I turn against you and make use of my cane?"
"Are you threat'ning us with some pain?"
"Unless both at this time of your racket refrain..."

Both cats think that it is quite plain;
They must shush, or then risk ending up with a sprain.

Cats and men will often complain
That they're told to do things that they just can't attain;
But once they're forced, all ascertain
They can do a lot more than they could entertain.


Details | Free verse | |

The Gift

Some people have the gift,
they can read you like a book,
if you are kind hearted, 
or just an old coot.
Animals have this gift,
they pick, and choose,
some stay with you,
while others fly the coop.
You don't pick the pet,
they sorta pick you,
try walking up to one,
and see what they will do.
Some want to love you,
they will follow you everywhere,
and others keep their distance,
to touch them, don't dare.


Details | I do not know? | |

Saying goodbye

Saying goodbye it's so hard to do. But we all have each others numbers and we will not 
seprate for one moment. I want this to be right so we are going to make a vow that we 
will stay tight. If one doesn't call you make sure you call, Lonliness is not a good 
thing when you have a friend to lean on. I don't want us all to just drift away... 
summers here but we are friends and we are here to stay. This year has been filled with 
many memories of times long before and I felt like this was the sweetest. It's always sad 
when you have to let go of the things you want the most, But promise me all boyfriends 
and games aside we will spend time together.


Details | I do not know? | |

Dreams are real

 I closed my eyes and envisioned the night that you left me waiting here.
 This moment in time I slipped away on some dark wine and there you showed me.
 Dreams are real, Dreams are not just energy floating in the air fighting to breath.
 Some how they force you to face the misery. They grab by the hand and pull you straight 
 into a place where no where begins. I was forced to remember you and even though I didn't
 want to I woke up crying and that was the only sign I needed that dreams were real.   
In  your dreams you slip into a world where everything is some kind of underneath   
selfconcious of yourself and you just don't know it. I cried last night when I thought 
of  you, in my dreams I heard a song and I woke up crying dreams aren't suppose to hurt.  
But this one it teased me, it stabbed me needingly. I hadn't cry about you in so long 
and  now the tears just came pouring out, how I felt, how I dealt, it was own business 
my  dreams should have just stayed out. I had locked that door and hidden the key, they   
trigger the emotions that made me jump awake. It was proof that the world wasn't just one 
way demons and witches could lurk in corners anything is possible when dreams come to 
life.


Details | Free verse | |

More Than Just a Pet (Cameo)

Lucky
Gentle and loving
Though can be scary to see
My mixed breed
She truly is this man’s best friend
With unconditional love
My good girl



Cameo syllable count is 2,5,7,3,8,7,2, unrhymed


Details | I do not know? | |

I Am From

I Am From sleeping in late playing with Fred and Figurines
I Am From No Go to bed and Go Outside
I Am From Reading in the sun lying in the grass and walks in the woods
I Am From cookies cake and Marconi and cheese
I Am From Jim Julie Jimi Hami Lami Goldi Blondi
Jesse Scrappy Fred Patches and Sparkie


Details | Cowboy | |

The Day Old Queenie Died

We were having a chivaree for Bob
And his brand new wife, little Laurie Lee,
When Betsy ran up from the barn and sobbed
That old Queenie was as sick as could be.

Old Queenie was a horse long past her prime
That we now just sort of kept as a pet—
We had quit riding her for quite some time
And her long life was full of no regret.

In her day she was our favorite horse,
Gentle, but spirited on a hard ride—
And it was just as if she knew your course
And moved with your thoughts before you’d decide.

Then there was a time she bucked for a snake—
Then reared up real high and stomped it to death,
As that rattler tried to make me ache
And take away my everlasting breath.

Then there was the time I yanked myself high
To her broad back after I broke my knee—
And I clung to her with a welcome sigh 
And rode back to town as quick as could be.

But now old Queenie was dying out there
And slowly I loaded my old gun—
Then walked on down the lane to that barn where
I had to do what no one wanted done.

Old Queenie’s big black eyes looked up at me
As I stood here with rifle pointing down—
But before I moved, her eyes couldn’t see
And she died from old age without a sound.


Details | Narrative | |

The Old Shanghai

the old Shanghai,
that most devoted friend
doing a duty so faithfully, crowing,
rousing the farmer at break of dawn;

the proud Shanghai,
arrogantly strutting off, chest out,
white plumes advertising his place
among feathered brethrens in the farm;

the lusty Shanghai,
flirting with a harem of adoring hens 
if not fighting a rooster over some slight,
imagined or otherwise, though actually
just attracting attention from other hens;

the loyal Shanghai,
keeping his farmer-friend company
through many years of rain or shine,
never demanding anything in return
just his daily feeds, a friend indeed;

late waking up one morning the farmer,
when the sun is bright high up in the sky;
damn that Shanghai not to rouse him!
rubbing his eyes, rushing to the barn
to scold the lazy fowl forgetting his job;

tears flowing down the farmer's face,
eyes on a form prone on the ground;
leaving him without saying goodbye,
the Shanghai has died in the night;

no more the old, faithful Shanghai
for him greeting a brand-new morn
when the tired world again awakens 
in bold renewal, new hope bringing;

I miss that old Shanghai of mine. 


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Yellow And Mean

Yellow, and mean, this time of year,
they chase, and sting, bringing on the tears.
So very small, but they carry a punch,
if you are not careful, they will eat your lunch.
Vicious little creatures, come out of the ground,
aggravating anything around.
Old Yellow Jacket, you are so mean,
just ask my kitty, his nose is the biggest,
I think I have ever seen.


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Friends

My dog has some grey but looks more black
But the cat is an all black cat
They fight with each other everyday
Some might say this is a form of play 
If you ask me i would have to say
I think the cats trying to get away
Like really being pounced by a seventy pound dog 
Its like a ten pound cat being crushed by a log
She sneaks by the dog who is finally sleeping
Trying not to make a sound she walks by creeping
Trying to figure out where would be a safe place 
The dog up off the floor now it becomes a race
Any where at all this dog is ready to fight 
A cat with no claws can only bite 
You would think that now she would back away 
Not for this dog at least not today
Now the cat was on are bed one summer night 
A black cat climbed in are window ready to fight
Around the bedroom out to the hall 
The dog now upstairs from hearing the cats call
I quickly scared the cat under my bed
Saving its life and believe me that's mildly said
Closing the door in hopes the cat would come to me
So i could spare his life and set him free
Knowing it was scared i decided to leave it alone
In hopes it would climb back out and head for home
Opening up the door i got a surprise 
There was cat and dog side by side 
It brought me to realize that what you see isn't always right 
That even a dog and cat can be friends and still fight


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she crys alone but no one hears
reality isn't fake 
thats her worst fear
a broken dream, a broken child
the little girl with a plastic smile
falling from hope
she sings a sad song
of loveless nightmares and emotions that were wrong
she wonders if you'll hear her 
or open up and see
this sad poem is about me.


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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.