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Details | Ode |

Lilly's Lullaby

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 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

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |


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

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |

Ode to My Chickens

Three of my chickens are dead and they have left a hole in my heart,
I want to mark their passing, prove that they were alive and very much loved by me,
They were real, breathing and full of life from the start,
Oh they made me laugh, so hilarious and quirky; such fun hidden away on our allotment, 
They did no great deeds, were not famous and hardly anyone knew they were there,
Alert and trusting, they followed my steps, looked at me with their heads to one side, wondering and seeing,
They slept in my arms and closed their tiny eyes when I stroked under their beaks,
Laid eggs and loved wholemeal bread, sometimes combining the two in to a healthy treat in their run, pecking and pinching whatever they could, 
Stood on my spade when I was trying to dig, and ate the biggest worms I ever did see,
Had me running in circles to catch them, jumped out of the hutch when I thought I’d put them in,
Kicked over their food tin so I’d give them more and always hid in the shed,
Rearranged their sleeping compartments when I had just cleaned them out, kicking the neat straw all over,
Ate all of my winter cabbages and nibbled at my sprouts, sat on the compost heap and looked around, Queens of the allotment!
Were brave in the face of danger, survived against the odds,
When poorly, they slept cozily in my basement, and understood when it was time to die,
They may have only been chickens to most, but to me they were my friends,
Always pleased to see me, they needed me, and greeted me loudly every day,
Three lives have been taken, but I will not forget them,
I will look back and smile, and talk kindly of Muriel, Edith and Ethel,
For they were the three hens that taught me that all life is precious, no matter how unnoticeable and small. 

Copyright © Fran Slimon | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

Ode: A Love Song From the Amorous Shepherd to His Flock

THEY graze in beauty on the land
     of grassy glades and dewy dales,
and all that's best of tamed 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 spot 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 fat, so plump, 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

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |

A Dog's Life

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
Copyright 2011,2014..
All rights reserved

Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards | Year Posted 2014

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

Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |

Ode to Humphrey

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".

Copyright © Meghan Palmer | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Ode To A Misguided Mouser

There was a young feline named Jackson,
Who wanted a piece of the action.
While hunting for rats, Jack
Got into a spat, with a strange little
Creature known to us as a bat.
This then is the fact of the matter.
The bat proved as 'mad as a hatter'.
And it paid with it's life,
Causing Jackson much strife:
Bad luck for the poor little ratter.
They arrested the cat in a hurry
And woe to this poor furry purry.
Without even a trial, he was put on 'The Mile'
Where his life became drab and quite dreary.
Jack's been sitting there day after day,
Quite bored and just pining away.
While dreaming of mousies and birds on the wing,
Of hair balls and catnip and such kitty things.
"How long, oh how long must I pay?
Please won't someone just whisk me away?
Back to my home where a kitty can roam
And stay out-of-doors all live, long day."
The end of this tale I hope tell,
Will find Jack finally leaving his cell,
To be welcomed back home, once again
Free to roam, older and wiser and well.
"No more bats for this cat",  Jackson moans.
And it seems that he's learned on his own:
It's far better than not, to keep up with ones shots,
Than call three feet of jail space your home! 

© 2015 Diane Lefebvre

Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |


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!


Copyright © Nehpets Gnik | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

Ode To My Pomeranian

Fluffy little ball
You have so much energy
And bring me great joy

Copyright © Renee Kelly | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

Ode To Romanova - A Good Horse

Ode To Romanova - A Good Horse

Romanova is a good horse;
truly one of a kind;
Her story I will tell you 
if so you are inclined.

She'd the look of a racehorse;
tall of stature, red of hue;
With Power and beauty;
I thought, a winner through and through.

But her mind had been a-scatter,
Headstrong, rambunctious and wild,
Until a bond we created 
My God, it took a while.

An understanding grew between us,
Like no one else could do,
A Love and respect had blossomed
that was both strong and true.

One day she came onto the track;
With a gleam in her eye;
and a flare to her nostrils
But her odds, they were high.

She broke from the gate; 
and ran like a train;
Passed horse after horse; 
oh boy, did she gain!

The jockey said "Let's go, girl"
Her name all did call;
There she charged out in front;
Ahead of them all.

Stride after stride; 
her lead grew down the lane.
She was first past the wire; 
the wind blowing through her mane.
Prancing back home;
A proud look on her face;
Clearly she knew;
She was "Winner of the Race".

That sweet taste of victory 
made her always yearn for more
To fly like the wind...,
That's what she had been born for

With each win she walked more nobly,
More confident, assured and satisfied.
The little-girl-scared, was now a champion,
We stood victorious together, she and I, side by side.

Copyright © Dana Vacca | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Fred's Ode to Bob

Bob has been the greatest friend I will ever know. Practically wherever he travels, I also go. He restrains me with a leash, but I know it is human law. To this person I owe gratitude. I outstretch my paw. I will remember the day he liberated me from the shelter. Each day of existence there was like helter-skelter. I had it all planned. My objective was quite clear. This was my biggest opportunity for leaving here. Those other dogs appeared quite stupid and dense. You would think none of the others had the least amount of sense. By barking and growling at Bob, they only hurt their chance. I looked at him and wagged my tail when he gave me his first glance. My plan worked quite well with great success. I have spent the last seven years with him in happiness. In his sophisticated language, I cannot communicate. I wish I could tell him the foods I like, and those I hate. Apparently, many other people like Bob, and I can see why. He has been a true blue friend that no man or dog can deny. Right here in his home, I will spend my remaining days. He has been like a lucky bet worthy of parlays.

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012

Details | Bio |

Ode To Thanksgiving


‘twas the night of Thanksgiving
and all through the feast
not a creature was stirring 
not even a beast

The turkey was laid on the table with care
in the hopes that Melissa and Kaitlyn
would soon be there.

They feasted and feasted
‘till their bellies were full
when all of a sudden
a noise came from a hole

A mouse who was quite small came up
out of that hole in the wall

It squeaked and squeaked 
and gave such a fright
that they ran away screaming
into the night

But then all of the sudden 
there came a big clatter
as the mouse was scrambling
upon the fruit platter

“Wait’ it said, “I’m just like you”
“I would love to be your friend too!”

Melissa and Kaitlyn squealed with delight
as they picked up the mouse
and ran from the sight

They ran through the feast
and then through the kitchen
when all of the sudden
the mouse started ‘twitchen

“Wait!” said the mouse,
“I heard a noise:
I think it was because of those very large boys-
the boys who are eating Chips Ahoy!”

Melissa and Kaitlyn turned in disgust
thinking that those boys were nuts

“How odd!” said the mouse
“that they should have a part-y
and forget to invite you and me!”

So they went and stole a chip
from the bag that was resting on his hip.

But when they ran back to the feast
they ran right into that big old beast.

“Stop!” the beast said
“or I’ll knock off your head,”
“hand me that bag and you be alright.”
“just as long as you get out of my sight.”

They gave him the bag and ran right away
To go take their leave, down to the stock of hay.

It had been a long day
so they slept in the hay
and dreamt sweetly
of their Thanksgiving Day.

Copyright © Melissa Clifford Angus | Year Posted 2006

Details | Ode |

Ode to Ustad, the Celebrity Tiger

Ode to Ustad, the Celebrity Tiger

Is it true Ustad , you’ve divided humans?
Is it true, you killed all the four humans?
Is it true, you are dismissed from Ranthambore Reserve as “problem animal”?
Is it true, you licked the blood of Rampal Saini, after butchering him animal?
Is it true, you feel homesick 400 km away in Udaipur Bio Park?
Is it true, you posed as celebrity causing conversion of RTR into park?
Oh, Ustad, what a huge fan following!
The envy of our netas and film divas will be following.
Look at the explosion of protest for you in social media;
Your fans have set twitter on fire and outraged all media.
Log in and read tweets #jesuisustad, #boycottRTR# and #BringUstadback,
Back to back debates, arguments, and shouts, your roar they back,
From UAE to the US and Australia
And even from the land of queen Alia!
The anchors in BBC, Al Jazeera and The Daily Mail too carry your story;
They all back ownership of territory, your ‘man eater’ tag not a worry.
Never has humanity seen a beautiful tiger like you;
Never had they photographed any primate like you;
Even the matinee idols dream of a swagger like you
And your curves and swerves; none is admired like you.
If at any time you plan to retire, lend us for a day your roar,
With which we’ll still the post-modern horrors the globe abhor.  

Copyright © Swamidhason Francis | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Ode to Larry the Bird

Bright yellow feathers,
Deep black eyes.

A voice that could carry
Through the winds of time.

A sweet little fellow,
My friend for years and years.

I just can't help
But to shed my tears.

Much to soon you left me 
Here all alone.

You really helped
To make this house a home.

I knew you were in heaven
When I heard the Angels sing.

That screechy little voice
Was singing straight to me.

Please know that I love you
And I will not I forget.

The sweetest little friend,
I had for a pet.

Copyright © Sabreen Wolf | Year Posted 2006

Details | Ode |


she wrapped around me
All I ever need beside my feet
A feline happy to come up and greet
Green tint eyes
Ever-changing expression
She is sweet
Guiding me through
A violent Thunderstorm
Treat me right
Won't you be my cat tonight?

Copyright © Bart Jonas | Year Posted 2006

Details | Rhyme |

Ode To Samantha

Mummy’s cat Samantha is as old as can be
Mummy’s cat Samantha doesn’t really like me
She sleeps in dad’s chair, like she’s under a spell
Nothing ever disturbs her, till I give out a yell
You should see her run when I starts up my din
Once they went and found her in an old drum tin
She’s terribly senile, she’s lost all her spring
Mostly she sleeps getting hair on everything
Mummy thinks she marvellous, intelligent and bright
I think she’s a dummy and a real parasite
And when she goes a missing, it’s a real catastrophe
Where’s Sammy? Find Samantha our little Princess
Mummy knows she’s an alley cat but will never confess
And she runs around the house calling everywhere
And stupid old Samantha, doesn’t even care
All she wants is her bickies and juicy rump steak
For me yuckie vegies, of the best SHE partakes
Every day they cut her meat up all tiny and fine
But nobody seems to care about cutting up mine
Poor dear little Samantha, I’m just horrid they say
She not a proper *****, and never wants to play
She never rubs against your legs, or purrs friendly like
I wish I had a dog, like my best friend Mike
She’s so terribly old, and such a big bore
So I’m gonna tell her about China and Singapore
Where they eat cats for dinner, if they don’t act nice
And play with little boys and get rid of the mice
What does she think of as she sleeps in the grate
Probably of Samuel her friend and her mate
How when they were young together they’d stand guard
Hunting all the insects and birdies in our yard
Now those days have gone, so has Samuel her love
Now you cannot budge her, except with a shove
Dear little Samantha as she sits and day dreams
I sneaks up behind her and REAL LOUDLY SCREAMS!

Copyright © Lizzie Treetop | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ode |

Dangerous Breed

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

Copyright © nita martin | Year Posted 2008

Details | Ode |

Lament to Lone Coyote

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.

Copyright © Lola Maria King | Year Posted 2006

Details | Ode |

Ode to Kilo

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

Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ode |

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


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 
home again!!

Copyright © Bart Jonas | Year Posted 2006

Details | Ode |

There Is No Stronger Love

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.

Copyright © Megan Huntington | Year Posted 2008

Details | Ode |

the swan


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.

Copyright © alfred soetan | Year Posted 2006

Details | Ode |

Sharons Dragon

I've got a friend 
named Sharon,
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
dragon owner
in the land.    xxx

Copyright © Jenny brewer | Year Posted 2014

Details | Ode |

fallen pet

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
Our ever-Faithful
No More

Copyright © Brad Travers | Year Posted 2007