My daughter`s budgie "Sissie" died a late night
The next morning I told her that "Sissie" was dead
With tears on her eyes and cheeks, she asked her mom
- Is "Sissie" in heaven with God and grandmother ?
- Yes, she is with God, grandmother and the angels
I answer her
Surprised at this answer, my daughter investigate
whether it was true
She walks into the room where the cage with
the budgie used to stand
After a short while, she runs back to mom....
- Mom, mom.... God has not only taken "Sissie"
- God has taken the cage too
This is a true story - - - from gold child`s mouth
dedicated to: Laila A.Mjelde
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.
Springtime fills the air,
like laughing gas.
(Or maybe more like whiskey.)
The suburbs are drunk on the nectar of it's dawn.
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.
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.
I remember the day Trixie died,
Sinbad staring out upon her grave.
No crying, just day after day, homage.
I couldn’t stand seeing the pain,
Nothing I did, petting, holding,
Could bring him away from the grave.
So down to the pet store I drove
Hoping for a partner to please
And found a pair of cuddles, babies
Arms wrapped together in play
One black one orange which should it be?
Orange like Sinbad or black?
But how could I take one from another
Leave another hole, so black and orange
Babies two, drew Sinbad back over
To sleep the peaceful sleep of cuddles
Warmth from another, held like a mother
Or held like a father, Sinbad was mine
Once more we could live in happy cheer
Death deserted from our midst
When the wonder of youth appeared.
The thought of you makes me feel choked
Speaking your name is like swallowing glass
If you were in my arms you would be blood soaked
The foul memories of you never pass
You did nothing good for me
Made me feel like i was rotting inside
I tore out my eyes cause you were all i could see
I wanted to kill you, so i tried
You filled my mind with corrupt thoughts
Forced me to say lies like "love you lots"
But my hate for you, you can never comprehend
I want to watch your pain never end
Why do you keep me here tormenting me
Cant you see what you did to me
Why do you act like you did nothing to make my heart sore
I hate you so what am i here for
You took away everything i ever cared for
I will hate you in my heart to the very core
I want to spill your guts on the floor
Because every day i hate you more and more!
Lady bug lady bug it is fun to play and look at you,
you seem to increase in size whenever we live in some place new,
you hide in my toy, you hide in my closet
what am I am going to do with you?
Lady bug lady bug look at you, when I turn on the lights
you run with your friends and fly away too.
Lady bug Lady Bug
I am getting tired of you, you run and
alluding me in to my shoes, even when I am over you,
eating my food, you look and seem
you want me to bless you to.
Lady bug lady bug I am not having fun with you,
I am getting my mom and dad to get the
exterminator to get with you and your crew.
This poem is about a five years old kid who never saw North and
South American cockroach in his young life.
Poetry 11/26/10 by Keith K. Relf
your gone from here
I shall remember
father's day has always
been your favorite time so
today I come and placed a rose
at the foot of your grave- sites bedding
and I even placed one for mama too
In Loving Memory
I was a-munchin’ ‘n’ a-crunchin’ on some crackers ‘n’ cheese
When a-someone or a-somethin’ came ‘n’ tickled my knees –
With her tail up in the air in a question mark tease,
‘Twas my little grey kitten mewin’ wide-green eyed pleas –
Beggin’ of her human, “Oh kind human, please
Won’t you let me share in yer crackers ‘n’ cheese?”
I looked into her tiny face ‘n’ made the choice with ease –
Doncha know that to my heart this kitten holds the keys?
I felt her purrs flow past me, a gentle, liltin’ breeze,
‘N’ now my kitten’s doin’ the munchin’ on my crackers ‘n’ cheese!
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!
I do not know?
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.
It was an early September storm,
Jackson the Pug, didn't have a thing to do
so he found an old comic book
about a Super Hero who wore a cape,
He climbed up into his favorite easy chair
and began to read,
or should I say,
look more so at the pictures.
it didn't take long however,
before Jackson began to get sleepy
he took a deep breath, and sighed
and fell into a comfortable sleep
Then he began to dream!
He dreamed of being on a roof top,
and he heard,a terrible noise from the alley below
he poked his head over the ledge and saw
A huge Rottweiler, had a Mother Cat and her kittens cornered.
Jackson, without thought, sprang into Action
down the fire escape he ran, his red cape
aloft, trailing him, with a circle with the
Big letters SP in the center of it
The last landing, had a roll down ladder,
but Jackson leaped the last fifteen feet,
Super Pug, Canine Super Hero took flight
In a flash, he landed between the Rottweiler and
the Cat family.
he quickly turned, and glared at the Rottweiler
and said" Large Canine Evil doer, I am Super Pug
you will leave these citizens alone, and leave,
or your fate shall rest in my Paws"
With this the Rottweiler began to howl,
" Little flea, it is you who will leave or,
I will eat you as an appetizer " another howl
as he began to inch towards Jackson.
"You were warned" snarled Jackson, "Now meet your fate"
Thwap! Pop! Smack! Howl! Smack! Thud!
Jackson moved like lightening, his cape a blur,
the dust settled, the Rottweiler was down and out
" Oh Super Pug" said the Mother Cat,
You're my Hero, and licked his face.
just then, Jackson woke up from his little nap,
with a blanket, just like his cape covering him!
With Janice Pug, his wife, licking his face!
Iam just zero,
not a zest hero.
uplifts this none.
Made me a valued limitless ton,
and as a rising sun.
Grey slender almost blue as embers
Pouncing in the greener yard~
Faithful He was oh so graceful
Past a concrete curb to wander
Into streaming metal garb ~
Where did he go,
Still no one knows
But she believes she’s found him ~
A carbon-copy of a cat,
If you could just imagine that;
So sure that he is
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,
Pitter Patter kitty's natter,
meow on the wall
eight to go after the fall-
what a whisker risk-er!
And such a minxy tinker!
The paws at the door
straight to the cupboard crumb
sneaky biscuits for the tum,
and into the hall a cry "Mum!-
What's for dinner?"
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.
They have eyes to see, but somehow, they don't see me
They say they love me, and how important I am to the
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.
there here till the end and when you need a helping hand they are most
likely to help.they will always be there when your sad or happy or
maybe even angry and scared.
she is the best.they can get angrey.but she always will be their for
you.when you have a have a problem she will always help.thats what
mothers are for
In a farm in the country
There was born one day
A kitten named curious
With a love to explore and play
While sitting by the pond one day
Curious saw another
A kitten just like himself
Perhaps it was a brother?
You see it was his shadow
But curious didn’t know
That when the sun was high above
His shadow was there below
So curious was none the wiser
And tried desperately to play
With the stranger in the water
That looked at him that day
He couldn’t reach this kitten
Although he really tried
He became frustrated
A let out a sudden cry
With one last inspiration
He took a giant leap
To catch this unknown in the pond
While landing on his feet
But in the water cold
He fell with quite alarm
To see the other kittens laughing
Along with animals in the farm
His mother pulled him from the water
And told him about the sun
Though he though he saw another
His shadow was the one
Curios felt silly
He let out a weep
For he was wet and soaking
His tears he could not keep
His mother gave a cuddle
As he had received a fright
“Learning is a wonderful thing
Even though you aren’t always right”
“So next time you are unsure
Please come and ask me why
And if I know ill tell you
So there is no need to sigh”
For life can sometimes trick you
And take you for a ride
But I will always be here
To tell you wrong from right
And so Curious still explored
And roamed the farm far and wide
But if he ever had a problem
In his mum he would confide.
This may come as a surprise to quite a few
But if you're a pet lover it won't to you
This sweet soul watched over my mom In her final days
She brought her comfort and warmth In so many way's
She's not a doctor or nurse she's not any of that
Her name is Destiny my little white cat
Very sensitive and smart
Small of body but big of heart
This may seem hard to believe
She knew when mom had pain to relieve
Often she knew it long before us
She would try to tell us by making a fuss
When she knew that mom was going to have a bad day
She would not leave her room by her side she would stay
Some religions call them familiar's they're considered a treasure
They see between worlds with a love beyond measure
So when you get old and your days are coming to an end
Rest assured you'll be loved By your little four legged friend
I’ve got this dog – a mix for sure
Its pedigree is far from pure
Its mother was a mix herself
A Shihtzu - Bichon little elf
Its father was a tramp – a bum
A mix of everything to come
That leaves my dog a unique breed
The kind of dog that no man needs
Because its mother had this fling
My dog’s a Shihtz-On Everything
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.
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.
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…