I am on the street and thrown away,
I have no place to go, where will I stay.
You don’t care if I live or die,
You dropped me off without a tear in your eye.
I am just a baby and friendly as can be,
What a rotten thing you did to me.
You dump me off on the side of the road,
To a little guy that is a very heavy load.
What is the problem, what was so bad?
To throw me away and make me sad.
Don’t you love me? Don’t you care?
You didn’t look back with even a stare.
Show you care and have a heart,
Take care of us little guys and do your part.
Now I am in a shelter, my sentence is death,
Just remember me when I take my last little breath.
Now my sentence is DEATH!
I have a cat
A real fat cat
My cat is all black
My black fat cat
It is a cat with a knack
A true fact about my cat
My fat black cat
She has a knack to catch a rat
My all black cat brought me the rat
This is why my cat is a fat black cat
So rats watch your back
From my cat with the knack
Or you will become a snack for my fat black cat
Friends and trouble go hand in hand.
Legends of the neighborhood.
Like statues and vacant buildings still stand.
A crime in plain view no one ever saw.
Held hostage in fear.
The mouse sturggles to escape from
Blood on the bricks that stains my mind.
Time takes me away.
Yet never leaves the memory far behind.
Summers in the city nights run into days.
We turn are backs to the truth.
But in this game everyone plays.
Heros are villians depending
on who you are.
Stories told bout the other night.
Hidden truths like the bat under the bar.
The players are future tombstones
Men glorified beyond there name.
the citys children caught within her confines.
Forced to play a different game.
Lounging licking leaping
Prancing pouncing peeking
Corners closets crouching
Tail twirling twitching
Sniffing sensing sneezing
Hissing huffing hunting
Pretty purring preening
Curiosity kitty killing
Nine long lives living
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 just found out two poodles that I bought
were ferrets! Ay caramba! And guess what?
To make each one resemble less a rat,
they gave them steroids, making them both fat!
They also fluffed their pretty fur just so
around their heads. So how was I to know?
Each one looked so much like a toy poodle
they had me fooled - whole kit and caboodle!
Our veterinarian has verified
the facts for me. Those poodle dealers lied.
And folks now say I should have realized
the truth, which stared at me with beady eyes!
Those ferrets sure run fast; I think I’ll buy
two tiny leashes, or else I could try. . .
to sucker someone stupider than me.
Hey, buy one poodle; get the other free!
(to see the recent news article my poem is based on
and to view the "toy poodles" just copy and paste
this link. Tell me what YOU think?
Sometimes I catch them easily,
The words I'm reaching for;
At other times watch helplessly
As they crash to the floor.
I try to reassemble but
They've landed in a jumble.
I grab too fast for floaters and
My chair and I both tumble.
Susie thinks it is hilarious
And joins into the fun.
Before she hears my "stop", she has
Already swallowed one.
I am truly very sorry
There are no poems from me.
You will know why when I tell you
My dog ate my poetry.
Won 3rd place
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.
Lord, thank you for this boy,
Who fed me and gave me a nice home;
Thank you for my good fate,
You didn't allow me to stay
With the street dogs and went on astray.
I am asking you to bless me and my little master,
To keep us both safe tonight,
And far from mischievous chiefs and intruders,
Pour upon us your Holy Spirit,
That we may both have a good night sleep.
As we both lay down on the cozy bed,
Give us a wonderful dream,
Dream........dream.......dream.. and dream,
Of that biggest bone which in my life I haven't yet seen,
And Lord, please save my loudest voice,
For tomorrow's duty of barking and guarding.
Note: The idea was conceived from a beautiful picture of a boy with his dog praying before going to bed. The picture was taken from the internet. They are so cute! From this poem where I created a short movie in memory of my dog, Saver.
A part of what you are to me
Knowing you are free to be
apart from me
I am no longer free
to be alone from thee
so hold my heart my love my soul
for you are all that keeps me whole
Upon this sea of life and storm
I hold your love to light and warm
my every breath
on every turn with you I yearn to be
to hold you close to feel you blink
your breath upon my face
refreshes me as we embrace
and then I sink to deep contented sleep
a well fed cat
in Summer sun
whose furry dreams
have just begun
paws atingle purrs aloud
whisker flicking joy and proud
as only cats can be