She was always there
with her big green eyes
Looking up at me
and into the skies.
Her dreams were of birds
and of prowling about.
I tried keeping her in
but she always got out.
She would hide on the roof
to hunt unwary prey
then gift them to me
in her honoring way.
Sometimes I screamed loudly
at the gifts that she offered
centipedes, roaches and mice
were some things that she proffered.
Praises were always followed
by special kitty treats.
While I pleaded with her
to make no repeats.
She always stood guard
as if to give me protection
and would curl up close to me
to offer her affection.
Oh Lilly, sweet Lilly
please continue to purr
and I will continue
to stroke your soft fir.
As her song would begin
well, it made me cry.
I’ll miss her every day
until the day that I die.
November 24, 2014
This pain in my heart is out of control,
for life without you has deeply wounded my soul.
Bitter-sweet memories flood my weary brain,
as this heartache and grief drive me insane.
Your part in my life, a blessing I treasure;
and love for my Coyote is far beyond measure.
You are at peace and suffer no pain.
This, alone, be my comfort to keep me half sane.
Over the hillsides, together we burned space and time
Galloping with the wind...
Clouds took me by the hand,
Wind took you by the mane
Nothing outside our world could rival this perfect blend
Of motion, devotion, the sunshine and scented rain
I would close my eyes, and trust in the rhythm's rise
O' beautiful creature, your movements touched the very sky
Every stride, would sweep me to another world
Unfurled so far from all my childhood fears
As runaway dreamers,
we sprinted into the future of timeless memory
and heard the infinite past at the heels of your enchanted hoof
Where ancestors once felt this very connection
At one with nature, a blending of what is blessed
In the deep evening light of the first early, wintery chill,
as a comet that shoots through the eye of an in-coming storm
We were crystals, encased in a layer of ice and love
Just a trace of a moon, that sailed between the soft, leaden clouds
In the thrill of the cold, with the glorious snowflakes falling,
and the sight of your warm breath streaming,
there was white drifting smoke, in caress of the moonlight beaming
Indented, undefined, is a trail left behind
Such a moment is proof.... in all legends divine
That when snow falls around the hills, at the end of the day,
Nothing can erase that we passed this way
We were the messengers...that rode with the wind
That the hearts of species as wide as the universe
With spirits connecting two souls as one
Hearts can beat as one....drawn together, like poetic and timeless music
I am part of you....and you are part of me
And that both hearts can feel the same remorse when day is done
In memory of "Queenie".... an amazing Sorrel Quarterhorse,
who was born, at home, in our barn, and lived for 32 years
For the Contest: "PETS", sponsored by Shadow Hamilton 11/13/14
In a dog's life.We get toy balls, and toy bones
to play with.In a dog's life.We get names like
Rover, and Lassie, Rin Tin Tin, and Lucky.In a
dog's life.We chase balls, and cats, and cars,
and deer, a bird, a pheasant, or a little girl's
Christmas present.In a dog's life.We like milk
bone dog food, crunchy biscuits, and crunchy dog
treats.We like dog foods with plenty of meat.In a
dog's life.We jog along, when the master goes out
for a run, or we run all day long in the back yard,
just for fun.In a dog's life.We catch a flying frisbee.
As it floats through the air.We make all kinds of
noise.As we chase off the grizzly bear.In a dog's
Doggy Pet Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
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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
The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".
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
It’s a parasite
My bloodsucker pet of some sort
It lives in comfort!
Blood-eating insect my adorable pet
It is a species of dusk feeders
Harmful to my skin!
My pet is an extraordinary performer
It entertains me often
I have my own flea market
And FleaFlea is the STAR!!!!!
Though a parasite
My bloodsucker pet is adored
It lives in comfort!
On my cats and dogs!
Mom and Dad rescued him when he was only two.
I was three, and he was bigger than me.
I'd brush his shaggy hair
and he would just stand there
and wait patiently until I was done,
then shake and he'd look like he had before I'd begun,
because of that we called him Tramp.
He was a big fur ball with clumsy feet,
and he was never ever neat,
except for being the neatest dog ever.
Does that make any sense, I don't know ...
Well I grew and was finally bigger than he,
But it sort of never felt that way to me.
There's something about a boy and his dog
That even best friends can never replace,
Especially that happy, shaggy face.
One day I came home from school
And Mom said he had died.
I went off on my own and cried.
To me he was always bigger than me
-- Always will be...
she wrapped around me
All I ever need beside my feet
A feline happy to come up and greet
Green tint eyes
She is sweet
Guiding me through
A violent Thunderstorm
Treat me right
Won't you be my cat tonight?
American Pit Bulls Are a dangerous breed
They will lick you till you cant breath
They will make you laugh till your rolling on the floor
they will love you and beg for more
Oh Yes They are so dangerous and mean
when it is feeding time best not let the cat be seen
They might stop eating their kibbles to play
Or want you to rub their bellies that special way
Mines Name is Saddie Lynn
She drives me crazy sometime
But I would never hurt her nor her me or my friends
Because I am her protector and she is mine
So watch out for the badest breed ever bread
the American Pit Bull you will not be able to give away
The one who sleeps at the head of your bed
And keeps all the bad stuff at bay
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
find your way
I've got a friend
who owns a kind of dragon!
She loves him for sure,
of this I am certain.
He's easy to find,
just look on the curtain.
He's a real cool lizard,
he's a biker too,
going for a ride
is what he likes to do.
He's totally awesome,
he's a gorgeous green,
a better chameleon
there's never been!
He has a horn on top of his head
and goes in his tank
when he goes to bed.
He doesn't breath fire,
he's not like that
but he can hold his own
against the cat.
Sharon takes him out,
carries him by hand,
she's the proudest
in the land. xxx
Brought home from the humane,
Life has not been the same.
They were about to put you down,
When our son came around.
He took you to his home,
Around his house you roamed
You ended up his pride and joy,
His companion, his boy.
They say you were five or six
Rottie, you knew all your tricks
You were first on our son's mind
He would never leave you behind
You were his number one
Now your life on earth is done
Our son, was beside you that day
The day ,the vet mistakenly let you slip away,
His house became sad that day
Because his best friends gone away
You left a hole in his heart
Because he loved you from the start
All his love and care could not help you live
But all his love to you he did give
JESSE was her name
A beautiful white and collie Friendly
always standing by,guarding the front door
She got sick,so deathly ill
We had to put her down
I've learned that there is no obstacle
that i can't jump over,
I've learned to close my mouth and just listen,
I've learned how to be a good friend,
You've shown me that i can love unconditionally,
You teach me something new everyday
and you don't even know it,
we guide each other safely down the right path,
we trust each other,
we make an amazing team,
our hearts beat as one when we're
out there chasing our dream,
You mean so much to me,
you're all ears when i want to talk,
One look into those big beautiful brown eyes
and i always know what you're trying to say
even though you can't talk,
you're my inspiration,
my guardian angel,
my best friend,
The way i see it,
there is no stronger love
than the love between a woman and her horse.
Sitting over the tranquility of the quiet waters
With a spray of soft wind blowing across
Surrounded by grasslands and tall trees
She enjoyed the conditions in a peaceful spree
Of the setting sun ending his course
For the day, heading straight to his quarters
On the purple background of the sky, the clouds
Followed in a traffic of pink and white shadows
After the orange sun towards the calling west
She paddles her feet below her wet fluffy chest
With her neck like a lone daffodil in the meadows
Her silence is the voice of grace, which beauty proclaimed loud.