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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 | Personification | |

Oliver Thinks

"Why," thought the cat,
"can I see through the glass,
but when I try to go through it,
it won't let me pass?"

"There are bugs out there,"
the cat thought to himself,
"yet to them, I'm as dull as
a book on a shelf!"

The cat shook his head,
"This is really too much!
There's two squirrels in the yard
and a bird in the brush."

"How much fun it would be,"
with a mew he announced,
"to hunt and to stalk and then
gracefully pounce."

"Why, I'd shake them until
their necks were broke!
Maybe then," mused the cat,
"I'd be more than a joke."

"They'd be amazed by my prowess,"
he thought with a sigh,
"I'd torture them slowly and
they'd wonder why,"

"they never realized that
I was a threat,
while completely ignoring me
like I was their pet."

"I'd show them," he growled
as he laid on the sill,
"with them in my tummy,
I'd savor the kill."

"They'd show some respect,"
he thought with a yawn,
"I'd shown them who's king
of this yard and this lawn."

Head full of adventure,
he fell fast asleep,
safe in his house,
with plenty to eat.


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 | Haiku | |

Winter Coats

.



                                              The sentinel cats
                                     Guard post tip top of the house
                                            Growing winter coats


Details | Personification | |

Not So Different You And I

I am a living being
With eyes that see
With ears that hear
but I have fur
and you have hair
I am a living being
but you have nails
and I have claws
and you have hands
but I have paws
I bark 
You speak
I howl
You weep
I am a living being
I feel sadness, happiness
loneliness and pain
We are living beings
When we hurt we hurt the same


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 | Tanka | |

What A Beauty

<                                    beneath swollen ..... moon
                                      in pasture of...... rolling hills
                                      standing  ....hind quarters
                                      a beautiful black ...... stallion
                                      simply took my breath ........ away






Entry For
Rick Parise's 
A Memory Of Beauty
Tanka Contest
G.L. All
                                      


Details | Narrative | |

Mourning Over The Locust Plaque

Some sounds like the noise of bees
Hovering around the atmosphere
Or like rain drops on our roof tops,
I opened my round window
The window of my hut,
I wanted to know
Why my sleep won't mellow,
All i saw was sorrow
As the atmosphere turned green.
The cassava farm was over shadowed
Banana plantation feebled,
Apple orchard struggled
Yet their efforts stifled,
Lemon grass for mama's herb withered,
Rose flower shattered and our 
Groundnut farm tattered.
Suddenly,the green army fled,
Tears exuded from my eyes
As i sputtered in pain,
Mother filled with melancholy,
Father tore his heart in grief
Villagers hope captured and crippled,
So their travail displayed as
Everyone mourned over 
The locust plaque.....



BY: CHARLES MELODY (LIGHTNING INK).   


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 | 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 | 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 | Rhyme | |

The escape

The Escape.

Two field mice took a walk one day
Then feeling tired, they'd walked a ways
They thought they'd stop and rest a while
For home was further on some miles.

Then they heard the pad of old Toms paws
Which spooked them quite a bit I'm sure
As the cat purred loudly to see the mice
And thought "a meal it would be nice!"

Their whiskers quivered nervously
As, our two mice made haste to flee
So off they scampered for their lives
As old Tom cat for them did strive

That old cat looked he, high and low
And where they were he didn't know
As the two they trembled neath a bush
They could almost touch that mean old puss.

Then Tom gave up and skulked away
And the two mice lived another day
And their lungs filled up with gratitude
They'd foiled that old tom cat, so rude.

Peace, Socrares Dec 2 2003


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 | Rictameter | |

Caterwaul

meow at still's darkness caterwaul thud whine snarl cats hiss differences at midnight thud growl caterwaul rapid light footsteps on top of the house wail screech shriek sibilant with comrades on shingled roof meow
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Contest: Sound of Emotion Written by: Sara Kendrick Date: May 28, 2012


Details | Haibun | |

Surreal Nature

First frost has come overnight, and the quaking aspens have blanketed the hills with brilliant splashes of amber.  Even the ruts in the driveway, are beautifully trimmed in rime, glistening in the touch of sunlight that has just now fondled the horizon.  Finn,..our golden lab, struggles to get up on his feet this morning, to be let out.  He limps a bit stiffly, then hesitates, reluctant to step out into a chilly dawn.  It's the first time I have noticed how rudely is a gray veil clouding those wise, brown eyes.  Finally, he ventures outside, walking gingerly, under a sky, jaggedly streaked with purple. The morning air is persuading the cold breath of winter soon to follow.   Mourning doves are slowly disappearing, although two familiar stragglers, like old friends, are sitting high upon the shed roof, watching the leaves tumble like golden gems to the earth....and keeping watch, like soldiers, at their post.  And Finn forgets his discomfort, for just one moment, and runs for a closer look.  He jumps, barks, and they fly off into the sunrise. There is an odd feeling in today's somber light, which seems to turn the page of another season.   

a tail thumps the door
as I reach for the leash...
we wait for the sun




_________________________________________________________________
For Contest Sponsored By Broken Wings 9/20/13


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 | 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 | Tanka | |

view point

            ~


persuaded by time,
  clothed in rust, a sky reveals
    the hem of summer…
     round green hills are strewn with oaks
      as far as the eye can see….

kissing toes of a
 barn-red house, acres of grass
  stand at attention…
   John Deere rides the afternoon
    humming with satisfaction
    

under a pear’s shade 
 golden hound naps lazily …
  one eye slides open…
   for an occasional glance.... 
    on guard for squirrels who thieve


~~

By Carrie Richards, for Francine's Contest: "the view"
9/7/11


Details | Ode | |

Remembering Belle

She was a devoted ole gal always at her best
so many days I cried hanging off her chest     
down to the lake in the hot summertime
we would cool her off and swing on a vine

Every morning at five am here came Belle, now my friend
and again at six pm there Belle was ready to work again
years passed and Belle became a part of our family
we worked, we played, and we milked twice a day

Half my life she was one of my dear friends
I greeted her in summer with warm sun burnt skin
and in winter I spent my time warming them
when Belle died I can't say things were ever the same again

Belle had become more than a cow in a pen, who gave us milk
she became a babysitter, a circus act, part of the swim team, for the neighborhood
but most of all Belle had become a lonely teen's dear friend



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 | 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 | Ballad | |

The Ibis episode

The Ibis Episode

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

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

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











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 | Haiku | |

Karma(Hybrid)

A man kicked my dog
A neighbor without a heart
God's law is his judge.


Details | Ballad | |

Mousey

I love my Mousey,
She lives in a field in BrushCreek, Tennessee,
Walking with her her of cattle,
As happy as she will ever be.

Without this there would be only she,
And i could make her as happy as me,

I miss her immensly, for thee i wish well,
For everyday i wish she wont sell, 
And I could show her in the Dekalb County Fair,
I would sell never an ounce of her.
Hehe not even one of her little white hairs.

Even when all the way over there,
Mine she is for no one but me to share, if I do so happen to dare.

Cute as a button,
A button her nose may well be,
Where I first touched her sweet little body,
Not once but twice sweetly,
For wherever she goes I could spot her, along with her sister and mother.

Many a mile away, for she is not at all,
Not at all what you would say a little grayish thing.

But a heifer who grows daily,
Only to shove the motherly tears away.
In my eyes though, she will always be, forever and always, my baby girl, my sweetie,
my beautiful girl, my Mousey


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 | 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 | 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 | Pantoum | |

A Psychedelic Pantoum

A vivid green cat strolled fast across the ceiling
As the wolves disappeared into the walls
The sky was stumbling neatly underfoot
And birds perched high above in the roots of deep blue trees

As the wolves disappeared into the walls
Bright clouds growled, thick with lightning
And birds perched high above in the roots of deep blue trees
While I dreamt out loud, silently snoring underwater

Bright clouds growled, thick with lightning
Dark stones shone with brilliant thunder
While I dreamt out loud, silently snoring underwater
Obliviously aware of nothing at all

Dark stones shone with brilliant thunder
The sky was stumbling neatly underfoot
Obliviously aware of nothing at all
A vivid green cat strolled fast across the ceiling


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 | 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 | Free verse | |

Bleu--a Pit Bull puppy

Bleu, Bleu, who are you?
Pit Bull so young
Where did you come from?
Our Blue-nose American Pit Bull.

Bleu, Bleu, who are You?
Happy and hungry, tail always waving,
Only wants love and a pat,
Our beautiful, Blue nose Pit.

Bleu, Bleu, who are you?
Growing so big, eats like a pig,
Running all over, chasing the birds,
Growing like crazy, our beautiful Pit.

Bleu, Bleu, I know You!
You're our Love and our Surprise,
Who ever thought you'd come here to live?
A blessing from God--Heaven sent,


Our beautiful baby Pit Bull.


Details | Free verse | |

A Turtle to Remember

A Turtle to Remember


I caught a very beautiful turtle on my fishing line
took it off quickly to release before it was hurt but.....
it's shell and mystery took a magical hold of me
I carried that very sweet beauty home you see
Showed my father what a great prize I had caught
soon showed that beauty to everyone I knew
My pet needed a new name, one with great fame
A Hannibal, Napoleon, Alexander or Cyrus the Great
three days it took to find a name for my fine pet
It was settled,  his name would be Jessie James
Dad merely smiled but six brothers laughed loudly
I did not care for they knew so very little
After all Jessie James knew me so very well
On day number nine little Jessie no longer looked fine
color was off and he hardly dared to move in his box
Dad took charge and ordered me to hurry and release Jessie
release him in the river before he took his last breath
A sad day when I had to let my beautiful friend go away!
Nothing to do or say, life demands such sacrifice
Fishing same spot nine years later saw a huge turtle
watching me for about three hours before swimming close by
I swore it was Jessie James visiting me for old times sake
Six brothers laughed so heartily but they know so very little!
07/15/2014

Based on my times with my pet turtle, Jessie James .
I was six years old when I caught him and about 15 when he 
visited me again. The years only made him more beautiful!!!
As it always does that which we truly love!
Turtles are meant to be free....


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


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The fish

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


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Oscar,my cat

Cat

When Oscar sits on the windowsill

And sees someone within,

His mouth opens wide in soundless cry,

He gives us his cat grin.


Oscar rubs around my legs

He's such a friendly soul.

He then rolls round upon his back

And waves his long striped tail.


But after Oscar's greetings done,

He's off to do his rounds.

He sets off from the white door

To the long thin gardens end.


Every inch of soil and seed

Is subject to his nose.

The garden looks one way to us,

But he can see much more.


I wish that Oscar cat could talk

And tell us what he's found.

Ten thousand spider's weaving webs,

A slow worm on the ground.


A million ants climb up the rowan,

I sometimes watch them too.

I see the striped wasps and honey bees

In this small natural zoo.


The hedgehogs sweet have long been gone,

but we have diverse birds.

Oscar sits on my tall stool.

He watches them for hours.


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HORSES ARE STARS_Part 2

Horses are stars--they certainly are-
They run in the pasture, not going far-
They snort and they rear with full tails flying-
Loyal and loving, they never tire of trying.

Horses are stars, as their humans all know-
So awkward at birth, but soon ready to show-
Blacks, whites, paints, and reds- beauty with speed,
A rider who knows them is all that they need.

Yes, horses are stars, but they gladly share their spaces
With human friends and loved ones as they go through their paces-
Horses ARE stars who deserve fame and glory-
But believe me, dear reader, that's not all of the story.

Horses are STARS-there's no doubt about  that-
In wars, in movies, in life--they wear many hats-
But always their hearts, to their humans are true-
Horses are the stars--may their lives always be cool. 


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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.


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I See You My Little Pretty

under water fun
tiger lands crouch position
nostrils and eyes flared


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Leap of Faith

His
Withers quiver
With power from his hooves,
Tough thunder. He whinnies and snorts...
He flies.


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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.


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Dog Show

Excitement building-Oh, she could feel it,
Thousands of people seating themselves,
Her mistress had her on the grooming table,
Each hair had to be in just the right spot.

This was not the first time for her,
But something was different tonight,
"We have to win this one, my Sweet!
You'll be a Champion if we do!"

Now they were waiting to enter the ring-
Finally, the whistle blew,
Trotting around the ring was exhilerating,
It always made her nerves stand on edge.

The judge was coming to her table,
he probed and felt her carefully,
Then she trotted up and down for him,
"Good!" he said under his breath.

Her mistress paled and almost fainted.

At last, the judging was finished,
She could feel the breathlessness in the air,
She was one of those he looked at a second time,
The moment of truth was at hand.

He pointed at her and said, "She's number one!"

The crowd went wild-the cheering exploded,
Her mistress hugged her, tears getting her fur wet,
As the ribbons were hung around her neck
She thought, "Doggie treats tonight--isn't Life fun!"


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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


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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


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ALL THE LEAVES TURN FLAMING RED

October is the mellowest month
when all the leaves turn flaming red,
and squirrels munch on a fallen nut.
Notice how the days get shorter,
how the chill reminds of Holidays
that yesterday was a thought too far.
People stroll and enjoy the nice weather,
as they watch trees being stripped of their jewels,
but sad as Nature seems, fantasy can go far. 
I sit on a park bench as Lassie, the golden retriever, 
barks inviting me to hurl the ball as high as I can,
then runs like a tiger to catch it in the festive air.

She returns with the ball pinned within her strong teeth,
and as all the leaves turn flaming red, they fall on my feet.


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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


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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 


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Winter Woe

Whispering winds of winter woe,
icy branches bend and bow,
catfish cradled in the mud,
winter waters slow their blood.

Scampering squirrels, fat & fluffed,
chasing, leaping, playing rough,
the birds are bent on staying warm,
surround the suet in a swarm.

Babs and Buster, canine friends,
stalk the squirrels who torture them,
they snort and sniff at gopher holes,
tormented by these mining moles.

In the western window, warm,
the felines flourish through the storm,
soon the sunshine's streaming in,
thus the cooking of cats begin.

Cloaked and covered, in cozy coats,
we wait for Spring with hallowed hopes,
to lay upon the dock again
and feel the sunshine bake our skin.


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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 bowl aquarium

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


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Beautiful Flower

Pollination bee
Tasty flower for the soul
Fragrance at its best


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Ant Farm

ant farm:
an all-seeing
look at colony life's
structure.  care for it.  learn from its
nature.


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Penney is Gone

Penney, Elaine's lovely old poodle
Passed over the hill early one morn,
Those achey old bones were reborn
As she trotted to the Rainbow Bridge.

Penney was a smart little gal,
She loved to eat and always had her fill,
She was the Alpha female at our house,
She even scared the Pit Bulls half to death.

Elaine had Penney for almost ten years
So she was very sad to see her leave,
Her body is buried deep in our back yard,
But Penney's soul is now free to roam.

I'm sure she's happy in God's Dog Heaven
As long as she's fed and given a bone,
Penney was always very self-sufficient,
A nine pound bundle for Elaine's arms alone.



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Beauty Surrounds

Beauty Surrounds
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 27, 2011


See the wonders of the world
As they pass to us unfurled
Such an amazing light
Sun shining so bright
Flying on the wing
Hear the birds sing
The grass so green
Such a sight has you ever seen
The lilies in bloom
Orange hue in their flume
I see stars in my head
Of the roses so deeply red
The crate myrtles so pink 
They cause me to blink
Birds sitting in the trees
Catching the cool summer breeze
Dogs continually play
Let them stay and have their way
The fluffy clouds so high
Up, up high in the sky
The trees they sway
In the wind they play
The magnolia blooms
The beautiful pearly white flumes
The scent so pungent
So sweet to the smell
The bees they separate
Jump from flower to flower to pollinate
God’s wonderful earth
Created for our birth
We shall begin again
From now until the end



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Singer Birds

The birds are hamming They tweet, tweet, tweet, sing, sing, sing A precious music


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Can You Guess The Season

It's that time of year again
I saw the neighbor's white cat
Chaseing their neighbor's striped cat.


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Feline Fancy



   sparrow sings 
   on rooftop -
   cat calls back


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Farewell Ginger

Walked her in the woods,
And on beaches; then crying,
We put her to sleep.


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Boy Are You Slow

look ancient creatures
marching through millennia
at slow steady pace








Tribute To Turtles  LOL


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A Black Shadow Caught

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


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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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PETS AND BRATS

Cats aren't little sweeties,
when they catch butterflies 
flying low on dogwood trees.


Mary and James chase 
after them stepping on flowers,
and falling down in their haste.


Mother and dad come out,
and start to yell to call them back,
and they still run past the hut.


Dogs bark at frogs with an unsteady leap,
when they stare at their puppies
huddled in their deep sleep.   


Spring, summer and fall
are true delights in the North,
where the weather is never too dull.


Every afternoon, Jim and Derick
climb the fir thirty feet tall,
they stop halfway and vomit.


Dogs and cats quarrel and get wild,
kids gather around to support their team,
betting nickles on this harmless fight.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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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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my POOR dog keeps a crying

My poor dog is crying in the wilderness
lost sight of his master and the rest of kin
Wagging and scratching to leave for safer haven
Barking in the nights
Whining during the days
He lost the lease around the neck
Why does it refuse to lie down and whisper

WHY SHOULD I GO ON AND LIVING,WHAT THE HECK?!

Old bones of the 20 year old collie
When will the Children come back
to play like happiness of jolly
It wanders through the infested forests
Eating fallen berries to keep the breath still breathing
The sun goes down in early set
This little pooch still hasn't found his bearings as yet

Evening is quite chilly,even for the warmth in Fur
A faint gentle moan as if to ward off the night creatures,just beginning to stir
An animal that has a brain to find a way out..of this Canadian Plain
I should have made sure that he was safe and secure while we were
sleeping in our tent
Then he broke his chains and quickly sauntered went
We cried for a 24 hour raindrop that is sad,sweet,and filled with regret
Thinking ever constantly:WILL WE EVER FIND HIM AS YET?!

Before I lay me down to sleep
My thoughts, a prayer, to the little lost and lonely sheep
Please
find your way 
home again!!


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Water Babies

When the water from the sky
meets the water from the sprinklers,
they create little water babies!
Sometimes I find them playing on my dogs whiskers,
She shakes them off but they'll come again,
Grumbling electric skies of summer, never want you to end!


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Bunny

I once had a big fury bunny,
He was sweet and yes, he was funny.
He would hop all day,
and then I would say,
Let’s go to the park where it's sunny.


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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


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you tube animal pictures

You tube (animal pictures)

Cat kisses dog
Dog looks at the camera
Embarrassed 
Dignity lost
What it would like to do
Is to kill the bloody mog. 




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Hummingbird

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


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Bird's Eye

The watchful quick eye
Steady unemotional
Nothing escapes sight


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They Care!

A noise is heard, I go out to investigate, 
it is back where the cows are, moon covered by heavy clouds, 
shines through slightly, spooky and cold this night, 
growling now louder, have to get to the cows. 
Ok made it, they are ok ,babies too, so cute they are.
Looking around now growling again, 
louder more angry sounding,
 flashlight getting dim, shines in deep woods, 
only two eyes reflected, growls getting closer. 
What could it be didn’t know coyotes growled, 
deep voice? Bear! 
didn’t know there were bear around here, oh how I hope not. 
Cows must sense extreme danger,
I have my pistol to protect them, (why didn’t I bring my rifle), 
they surround me, not letting me through, 
could not get a clear shot, please move. 
So strange I never knew.
 Heart beating faster and faster, 
stop thinking, concentrate,
please go away I don’t mean you harm. 
Hours pass, growls further away now.
 Time to relax. 
They protected me, 
they care!

EXHALE


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DISCOVERING

	Kitten-play is sweet;
	a precious jewel of a moment renewed 
	by each new discovery.

	A butterfly-chase ending in a bumblebee moment
	of enlightenment and sometimes
	a succeeding “ouch”!
	The butterfly is a more hospitable playmate.

	Graceful leap into a patch of soft delicate wormwood;
	A tree-leap, a prick on the nose from a rosebush;
	it’s about as friendly as the bumblebee!

	A jet-sprint to the patio results in a
	back and forth stretched-roll on the warm concrete.
	The pose that says, “I like this place; can I stay?”

	Perhaps on another adventurous day
	kitten will discover,
	the catnip bush at the far end of the yard.


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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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The Dog Exercising Machine

Yes, I know, I should be alongside.
Age and bad knees 
dictate that I am inside the cab
with a long, green leash
so Katie can run close by
every morning, 
for the last seven years
in rain, snow and sunshine. 


She runs in earnest ( can a dog do that ? ) 
Her tongue is back against her cheek.
Her ears scan and sweep 
and swivel around
left and right 
listening for something ahead 
or behind
as she gallops, trots, 
saunters, paces
 at my side.  


Sometimes in the dark, 
sometimes, just as the sun is coming up, 
but always in the morning, 
when the smells 
of the deer and elk 
are still fresh in the grass 
and the berry bushes 
along the fence.

I love to see her run.  I love to hear her run.
I can hear the jangle jangle of her tags and her collar --
her leathery, black ears flapping against her head.  
her breathing and sometimes
a snort or puff as her strong, wide paws hit their mark 
ker-plop, ker-plop.
Nails dig into the ground
 little wisps of grass and dirt, flying.


Now, her ears are back over her head and
the leathery tips almost touch 
as her back legs push 
like a rabbits
working in time
driving her faster.


When the snow is here
her feet beat their rhythm
in the icy white stuff.
Crunch, crunch, crunch,
the first marks in the snow, 
and maybe -- the
marks, in line with the truck's tracks,
there 
the next morning.


When she stretches all the way out
in a full run, her tongue is out  -- 
far out of her mouth, 
almost lashing against
her cheek.
Her strong back legs
the rounded, hard muscle under the shiny, black coat,
push her along 
and I wonder
how all those legs and feet work
in synchronization 
as she concentrates on her task 
or has her eye 
on something ahead
that she has got to get to
now!


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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.


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Curiosity Filled the Cat

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


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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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Birds

Chirp chirp my birds go; I put a pillow over my head, but, I’ll love them until I’m dead; Oh how much they annoy me so.


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GOOD MORNING TO YOU BIRD

Have u ever really stoped and pay attention to the birds in the morning
have you listened to their praises,their praises of  joy thats its a new day,
they fly like its the first flight do u watch them

Can you feel the joy they feel have you ever tried to feel it,do you see the 
aerobatics being performed by them, its a show not even fine gold can buy 
when they perform in the sky

Flying frenzy is the acts they perform  whilisting so sweet telling you its time to get 
on your feet do you listen to them

As we have jobs to do and to perform they have as well letting us know the time 
is dawn.


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Little Tia

She licks and licks away,
Missed me a lot today,

I let her out, 
She barks and barks,
She sniffs around, 
In the lawn she doesn't care for wet parts,

Runs to her bowl,
Has her favorite kibble in tow,
This picky diva wants food from my plate,
She's not fond of my decision not to cooperate,
So hard to deny her food when she's looking so cute,
I'm strong willed so this becomes a reoccurring dispute,

Now she wants to play,
I kick the soccer ball, 
Pouncing like a dear would catch prey
Laughing hard I shed a tear,
This I could do all day









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Pigeons

Travel in numbers
They seek to consume and mate
They coo their sweet song

Or

They are New York’s flying rats
Annoying, oh yeah
They poop on me and you, too


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Tiki

sneaky black cat on
the back of the couch likes to
lick oil from my  hair


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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


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The Flame

Fire raging high
Mountain habitat unsafe
Rescue on the way


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Hungry Goat



rose, alluring red,

          loveliest indeed, but not to

                    a goat underfed.


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small bird with a catch

small bird with a catch
sharing message from nature
summer is ending


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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!


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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


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Sidewalk Scribbles

CJ scrawls out
his initials
saying in black ink
this is his turf.

I dare not step
on the 4-letter word
engraved in stone
lest it ruin my day.

Some sweet child of God
writes, "GOD IS GOOD"
all over the park
in pink chalk.

Lovers carve
their lettered kisses
into hearts
set in stone
that make me smile;
love is such
a happy thing!

The dog left
thankfully only
footprints.

Mother Nature
dropped some leaves
to imprint themselves
upon the walk.

I haven't left my mark
yet

maybe I will tomorrow.

SKB
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera


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HORSES ARE STARS

Horses are stars, coming out of the barn,
Snow white and dancing under the sun,
Out in the pasture-Prancing is FUN!
Whinneying loudly--voices heard on the run.

Black horses shining-with full tails streaming,
Manes braided with red ribbons-dark eyes gleaming,
Grays and reds, all  running through the grasses,
Men looking over the gate with high powered glasses.

Watching  the cars out on the road,
Neighing at children waving so bold,
Horses run up and down, hoping the children would come,
But  children stay in their cars-now aint that dumb?

Afternoon passes as horses grow tired,
Dreaming of corn and feed in the barn,
A mouthful of water as weary heads fall,
Night time comes swiftly as a low voice calls.


        "Sleep my beauties-- rest until dawn."


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The chi wawa and the kitten

I have a Chi Wawa 
not much bigger then a cat
Jimmy is his name 
being vicious is his game
my son brought home a kitten one day
at first they didn't want to play 
then Jimmy decided to change his way
they grew together as being our pets
and each other was the least of threats
when one is away the other one cries
like they will never have good-byes
they lick each other here and there
they smell each other everywhere
they protect each other too
i know that when they are huddled
deep asleep and cuddled 
they are thinking of each other 
images of little kitten pups dance in their heads
"Will I get my food?" is the least of their dreads
they fell in love 
like it was destiny from above


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Tom

cat lies purring with a motor -like sound and only he knows what
has given him satisfaction, perhaps it was the dish of warm milk or the field 
mouse he stalked earlier in the day. 
his eyes are  now just like slits ...then open wide at the slightest of sound!
'twas nothing but me shifting on my cot. he opens wide for a large lion yawn
then slowly closes his eyes again.
in the morning he is there sitting at the pane as i move to the door he is off again 
in search of his prey, but he'll be back for milk and dreams of his day.


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Every One Has Time


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


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MY DOG---------MY CAT

I have two pets-a dog and a cat,
One is thin, the other is fat,
Can you guess which on is that,
That's right--that darn cat is Very fat.

She drinks milk whenever she can,
The vet says,"NO!", but he's only a man,
She pays no attention whatever to him,
She IS picky though, she won't drink skim.

Now Mr. dog--he's slim and trim,
He runs and plays with vigor and vim,
He sticks up his nose at milk and all that,
He doesn't want to be a Fat cat!

I love them both-thin or fat,
Even though, at times, they drive me bats,
I thank God that they are around,
For they make me feel alive with all those sounds.

                             MEOW!      BOW-WOW!  MEOW!   BOW-WOW!
                              Don't they sound adorable?LOL


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BRIDS NEST

we live up state
near the lake
its a peace a cake
fresh air
this i like to share
in our house 
there's no mouse
up on the root there shut
where they come to rest
its a
BRIDS NEST


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Felinity

staccato repetition reverberating in his ears
The rattle and the spinning flicker lights
Is it all a ploy to break him in his weakened sleepless state
A way to make him grab the bars and talk?
The kitten sits and wonders at the diapered prisoner’s fate
For a feline fitful second then she walks
Away to find some other  things to do
Cruelty and torture is really nothing new


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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


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The Dog Team

The leader is ahead, you know,
His head held high, his chest held low,
As he races through the snow,
Where he leads, the rest will go.

The harnessed dogs have aching feet,
A pound of fish is all they eat,
Yet they will never face defeat,
Till their job is all complete.

The pride of pulling is in their heart,
Till death will make their lives depart,
They will pull the rugged sleigh,
Until they see their final day.

They toil without one complaint,
They try to keep from being faint,
Sled dogs are, I know, a faithful saint,
A picture of Christ's life they paint,

He died faithfully for His greatest love,
He died so we may all be with Him above,
And if the sled dog loves pulling the sled so,
Jesus loved to save from sins, so much more you know?


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SONG ABOVE THE SORROW

I missed the heartbeats for a vessel of stars, 
while death was always near, 
circling the house.

The network of sorrow, 
beams to world.
Can symmetry of pain 
provide a plank for the sinking mind?
I cannot hold the curling smoke of a tainted fact. 
The fear, the anxiety, 
empowers the animal look.

An uncovered seed sprouting into 
tiny root on my hand
starts a conspiracy. 
People talk about the meditation,
and senile body shrinks. 
There is a song above the sorrow and
freedom from the assassination of ideologies. 
Hold my arm !



SATISH VERMA


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Friend Or Foe

                                                         bird in hand
                                                         friend or foe ?
                                                          you decide  ?


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Fly Slowly

Fly Slowly : Low level-glides ;  Seagulls in flight                       

                  O,  joyous in sight
 
Fly Slowly : Let the wind whisper; grace your face

Fly Slowly :  Go at a calm pace 






McCuen Copyright October 2008


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STENCH OF DEATH

Why do you run away 
from the primordial fear?
Of tight emptiness?
A shapeless entity of drifting psyche?
This was your home 
where carcasses of cliches 
hang from the doors of wisdom. 
Unplanted seeds 
of vacant connotations.

Inch by inch you were eating 
your prophetic pauses
salt had become tasteless. 
Counting the kisses of 
moths on the screen 
a candle burned furiously. 
I never picked the colors of cloud, of rain, of blood.

What becomes of happening, 
of being, of reaching?
The stones of truth are very sharp. 
The roads were conspiring 
insects collecting, under the surface. 
Circling winds had 
a heavy stench of death 
but words were very intelligent.


SATISH VERMA


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Old One Eye

My neighbor has this one eyed squirrel,
for which he cares a lot.
I've told him jokingly in the past,
he'd do fine in my pot.

He never grins when he replies,
"Old one eye's in my care".
He's fed by hand and talked to,
they're really quite a pair.

Old one eye seems to understand,
when Jim, his name does call.
He'll make bark fly to get to him,
at times he's been known to fall.

This one eyed squirrel is oh so proud,
that nuts he will not eat.
Unless picked out and  fed by hand,
gently placed between his feet.

He knows that when his name is called,
a treat he's sure to get.
And in return all he must do,
is continue to be Jim's pet.

This squirrel is proud when visitors come,
for they get to see his show.
And when they leave, with belly full,
its up the tree he'll go.





































































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STRIPPING TO THE BONES

Now me, now not, 
a thought is always there. 
My genes navigate on collapsing walls, 
words, dark mind, broken dreams. 
But thought is always there. 
I hold on firmly to sounds, 
voices, tongues, 
the thought is always there.

Brain goes into a nameless friction, 
of aimless voyage
I rediscover the myth and abandon the zone of thoughts. 
Distance becomes a wailing music. 
Sitting between the flesh and bones
I recognise the relic of a window.


Let us drop the years, 
become timeless, empty and hollow.
Egocentric wind violates the lungs. 
We cannot sing in praise of earth. 
I walk through the body, 
stripping to the bones, to find the seeds. 
I refuse to pluck the flowers.


SATISH VERMA


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Mr. Sly

The light of day is gone,
The night is slowly dragging on,
Out of his den under the rocks, 
Comes the sly silver fox.

He peers around into the night,
His eyes like yellow firelight,
He runs on soft and silent feet,
Looking for something good to eat.

Mrs. Mouse came from her hole,
She paid the price of nature's role,
Fox pounced upon her slender tail,
Poor Mrs. Mouse did turn quite pale.

A rabbit dazed with drowsy sleep,
Lay under brush in a heap,
Mr. Fox must not be full,
For he jumped on her and ate her whole!

The fox now turned and slunk away,
To roam about until the day,
Day will find him in his den,
Sleeping and waking now and then.


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Killing, Dying For

it's overcast outside,
        threatening rain;

she makes it through although
        with so much pain;

she has just slain the snake
        that killed her pup,

and though avenged, she falls,
        cannot stand up;

she crawls back home to quench
        at last her thirst,

to breathe her last right where
        she breathed her first!


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FUN WITH CDs

I just put Elvis on my CD player,
I'm still a Country fan at heart,
In nursing school, I was considered a freak,
Even though, at that time, I was pretty smart.

Now at 74, I'm still an ole time country freak,
My family are all rock 'n roll fans,
I don't mind-I don't really care to change,
They don't have to listen-they can wring their hands.

Elvis is singin' that saddest of songs, "Old Shep",
It always make me cry crocadile tears,
Shep was such a cool dog with so much pep,
Now I know what happens after all those years.

I'm glad we don't euthanize people-
Of course dogs don't know what's going to happen,
Darn it! Now he's singin' "Your Cheatin' Heart",
Guess I'll just get to clappin' and tappin'. 



                   Have FUN!


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ETERNAL CUDDLE

To become or not to become a renegade,
or to die or not to die for a semi-god ?
These were some of the questions
thrown at an incomplete script.

What elevated you to a celebrity ?
Your hump or deep wrinkled groans ?
Age is abating, abattoir is empty.
Exile from the past is over.
When you intend to comeback to childhood
and become a simple star ?

Behind the mask lies the embrace of death
I am afraid the flames will engulf,
the genius of pathways.
Everything into turn with obsolete gossip.
A patch of sunlight becomes a costly exposure
Bones are entwined in eternal cuddle.
  

SATISH VERMA


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The Cat Soul

Egyptians worshipped & were buried with them.
Why are cats so regal...have such dignity?
Are they Royal? Act so proud?
Is it true they have one soul?
They all stretch,meow,scratch + hiss, purr,
act nice when they want something.
Stare to declare it is their territory.
Sleep in a ball-shape with a smile on their
faces.
Clean their paws after a hearty mealtime.
Pretend , hunt and imagine at playtime.
They act the same...
One soul.
One Collective Cat Soul.


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Cat

He's a silent hunter,
with a murderous heart,
and he doesn't care,
what he tears apart,
he is very independant,
and cunning to,
and if your his prey,
then you are through,
he has a ravinish blood lust,
that he can't contain,
and if he don't kill,
he'll go insane,
he may seem like a sweet little kitty,
but trust me people,
he is witty,
don't let those purrs,
and cuddles fool,
he has many concealed weapons,
he'll use as a tool,
he has needle sharp teeth,
and 5 dagger claws,
on each and everyone,
of his cute little paws.


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Barnyard Animals

Scratching the ground
And pecking around,
Chewing on cud,
Wallowing in mud,
Sheering the lawn
And crowing at dawn,
Running for sticks,
Grooming with licks,
Prancing for show
And hee-hawing no,
Chewing on tin,
Both women and men
Are like barnyard animals.


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My bantams

Here they come squeaking away
Waiting for their feed today 
Feathered an busy 
Scurrying in a tizzy 
Fighting for a crumb
People think they’re dumb 
But they know when to come in from danger 
When the night forms 
They’re tucked into their manger 
They’re tame and sweet 
If you don’t hold them by their feet 
They have many functions 
They not like pigeons 
They take care of bugs 
And lay you eggs 
And free your garden from slugs 
They are pretty little 
Garden ornaments 
And pick the ground for 
A table of elements 
Here they come squeaking away 
Ready for there hay 


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The Night We Let the Animals Go

The night started out as a gift, a fable
with doves blooming white and alive in the air
The top of the tent open wide to enable
freedom of wingspan exploded and bare
Elephant troops with red sequin blankets
sauntering out past the blind ticket taker
Lions with whips in the grips of their teeth
winking and nodding goodbye to their tamer.
Streamers of silk fabric loosely attached
to muscle taut beings with black painted faces
Ravel, unravel like waves of bright color
and swirl around children in unawkard graces
Sardine car clowns crumble out of their vices
to summersault brilliant and wipe the ink paint
somewhere up in the tippy top of the bleachers
a thick popcorn muncher stops munching to faint
Horses with headdresses tasseled and gold
command the attention of those young and old
With a fling of their heads they are back in their coats
Their unrestrained power, black-eyed and bold
The ringmasters top hat is hooked by a bear
the ringmaster laughs and floats into the air
Grizzly parade on four legs, not just two
lead by a top hatted bear with no cares
In all such disclaimers, panic ensues
and patrons of frumpery clamber like ants
except for the boy in seat A forty two
whose attention is glued like the seat of his pants
The night changed the patterns of thinking of masses
it recycled ideas and absolved all we know
To cage bitter beauty is fraught with disaster
We learned this the night we let the animals go...


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Dogs

My dogs are like two pieces of Pecan Pie, I could eat them right up.  With their 
noses so wet and soggy.  Their eyes are filled with love, and kindness.  Their 
tummies so soft and squishy to lie on.  Their mouth filled with laughter, but of 
course in bark form.  Their legs which they run, jump, and tackle you to the 
ground.  And finally their hearts, filled with love, and hope, and kindness, and 
laughter.