Not long after The Beginning,
There were Animals and there was Man.
A great chasm lay between, that legend said
Only a Leap of Faith could span.
Animals seemed happy on their side;
For, after all, such a leap could not be done
“Make the best it,” they all said;
All, that is, but one.
There stood Dog, alone upon the brink,
The distant Man’s reflection shining in his eyes;
Something was robbing Dog of peace;
Something was urging him to try.
Compelled, he stood and stared,
Nothing could distract his gaze.
Now and then, Horse would come;
Each time, the same old words to say.
“I understand. I really do.
I admit it. I’ve thought about it too;
But it’s too far for me to jump,
It’s certainly too far for you”.
One day, as Horse spoke his words,
Cat rudely interrupted with a sneer.
“Go ahead and try. You’ll break your silly neck.
You can’t go there. Your place is here”.
More resolute now, his vigil became duty;
Still, he often wondered, “Why?”
But something deep inside kept saying,
“You must. You must. It’s do…or die”.
Then, one day, he turned and walked away.
Oh, yes, he’d need a running start.
He knew now, he had the Will;
But only a Leap of Faith could prove his Heart.
Just before he made his Leap of Faith,
Dog saw the loneliness in Man’s eyes.
“He needs a friend, someone to help
And always stand right by”.
With those unselfish thoughts,
Dog had reason, he felt whole.
And well he should, for at that very moment,
God granted Dog a Soul!
But Souls don’t come so easy,
And his leap was short that day.
If Dog was to make a Leap of Faith,
Man would have the final say.
Dog’s faith was truly tested, front paws upon the edge.
He hoped Man’s eyes hadn’t lied.
Then Man’s Heart swelled and touched his Soul.
He helped Dog up and placed him proudly at his side.
Oh, so jealous was Cat I’m told;
His eyes turned green that day.
“Oh, you are an heroic mutt;
A friend of Man, you say?
I’ll make that leap by myself.
You can bet, I’ll find a way”.
So, Dog had made the Leap of Faith.
He and Man became Best Friends.
So it shall be, for all eternity;
That is to say, until the Very End.
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
By ears and whiskers, ain't no more
A sadder thing that being in the dog house,
On a rainy day.
Make no bones about it, when momma's
Mad I'm hanging my head low.
Jo dirt has nothing on how bad this hound feels,
But honestly instincts roller, over road wisdom's,
Howling, but I'd mean it dearest sweet mommy.
With woofs and kisses can I make it all better,
It's lonely on this side of the doorway.
With you out there and me in here.
Kibbles my bits I'd give up my
Of bacon bits for a true heart felt,
That a good boy one more time.
If I could I'd bring you a beer,
Just to see that frown disappear.
Perking these two ears up to here,
Your laughter ring out at bed time.
Or a soft whispers friendly voice, speaking
Good night dear old friend.
All four paws down I won't do it again,
Cross this canine's fury little heart.
But the rain keeps falling,
As outside the sunshine is calling,
Our names to be together,
There's no tears like these rainy days.
So I'll sit patiently,
For the sun to rise again in your heart,
When ever that maybe,
Because simply put I'm loyalties pup,
Just waiting for you to bring me
On the right side of
The door once more.
To sit beside thee again.
A companion and dearest friend,
Always letting the sun to shine down
On us forever more.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
A solitary heart and a perplexed mind
tiny shiny eyes rummaging for a guide.
then you came like an angel
and gave me love quintessential.
days passed by and memories became indelible.
(the day hachiko saw his master for the last time)
as you move , i follow . if you leave , i wait forever more
and you stride till gate to enter the train.
and i tried to stop you by finally catching the ball
you threw again and again.
but still you left and yet you've not come.
i miss those days filled with fun.
they say you're dead but i'll never say die.
they're all persuading me to leave by their lies.
i want the love of your goblet that is fixed not fluctuate.
the doors will open and close
but this sanguine heart will never say cheerio.
this solemn soul isn't sunder.
i will wait till my heart surrenders.
these eyes seem to wail silently,
there's a salient part in my heart that you've got to heal.
they say you'll never come,but i don't believe.
don't you worry, but please do hurry.
i am waiting , i'll keep waiting.
(after 9 years)
the luster of my eyes seems to fade.
come fast , you're too late
co'z i want to jump in your arms once again.
i want to live every sweet moment with you, just once again
Seasons have passed , yet we are apart.
now i need to leave , God is calling for me.
but when you return , please don't sigh.
because 'I STILL LOVE YOU'
'AISHITE IMASU' (Japanese translation for i love you).
**well , hachiko was a Japanese dog of Akita breed...he was an extremely loyal dog who loved his master unconditionally...hachiko's master died a natural death when he was out of town but hachi didn't believe people when they said that hachi's master was dead and he kept waiting for him outside the station's gate from where hachi's master left for about 9 years and died right there...there is even a bronze statue of hachiko outside the station he waited for his master. for more information , you can search 'HACHIKO' on the internet.he is a hero. an inspiration...this proves , how faithful and loyal a dog can be...if you have one , he is your best friend...feel lucky...
Copyright © Raarya Kuanr | Year Posted 2015
Life can bring many difficult situations!
Often, there’s really no explanation!
No matter how smart or how wise,
Things can take us totally by surprise!
We can often find our life off course.
Many times, being driven by a “dark force.”
I know that it’s hard to know what to do.
Especially with what you
may be going through!
I can’t think of all the right words to say…
To help you make it through another day!
But there’s someone, I can ask you to turn to!
He loves and is most concerned about you!
His name is Jesus! The almighty God is he!
He’s committed to you now! And for eternity!
He’s the one that you can trust and lean on!
And is someone that you can
certainly depend on!
Won’t you give him an opportunity to help you?
He reaches out his hand! Because he loves you!
He is the source with an eternal heavenly treasure!
He can completely fill you!
The decision is yours! A choice to be made!
There’s nothing for Jesus what’s worth the “trade!”
He’s everything that any of us can ever think of!
And can do more for you! Than you ever dreamed of!
He’s the alpha and omega! The beginning and the end!
Won’t you allow him to be your
savior and friend???
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
The bulldog said to the poodle...
"Wow!"..."What a fancy treat!"
"Today you ain't so lucky",
"I'm the king on this street!"
"Looks like you lost your way",
"Now ain't you clean and pretty!"
"You're 'bout to be a mangled mess",
"My oh my, what a pity!"
The little pooch shook with fear,
He found not the courage to talk;
The bulldog was suddenly whisked away,
As the poodle stood alone on the walk!
Nabbed by the local catcher,
The bulldog lost his might;
He could only sit in silence,
While the poodle shivered with fright!
The dog catcher said to the poodle...
"Today's your lucky day!"
"Judging by the tags on your collar",
"Home's just a block away!"
"Don't be afraid, little fella!"
"No more will you be alone!"
So off she sped with the poodle,
Returning him safely home!
The world's filled with bullies,
Whether it's wealth, power, or size;
The Lord sends His angels to protect us,
While our enemies lurk in disguise!
Copyright © Milton Toran | Year Posted 2012
My two dogs are having a cow
Because of all the firework noises that are going on
They are barking their heads off
I think I am going to have to put some earplugs on them
They are looking at me with their heads cocked to one side
As if asking me
Well, Fifi and Napoleon
It’s your welcoming pop to test your hearing
To make sure you are up for the job
Which is protecting me, you hear?
They wouldn’t let up
They are going to be barking another day
Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2014
Hunched over all the unpaid bills
spread on my kitchen table,
I glanced at my dog sleeping below
and thought: he must be grateful!
Grateful for having somewhere to live,
a safe, warm place that he can call home.
Grateful for birds and creatures to chase,
some flying high, some swooping below.
Grateful for all the food that he gets,
sometimes too little though often too much.
For having dear ones to spend time with,
a hand to touch, tickle or scratch.
And as I thought how good his life was,
an obvious thought came to my mind:
I'm pretty sure grateful he is,
the real question is: how grateful am I?
Copyright © Miroslaw Eric Sulkowski | Year Posted 2012
First of all, it’s a big responsibility,
especially in a city like Jacksonville, or Philadelphia, or wherever really.
So think long and hard before deciding on love.
On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security:
when you’re walking down the street late at night
and you have a leash on love
ain’t no one going to mess with you.
Because crooks and muggers think love is
Who knows what love could do in its own defense?
Broken glass bottles.
On cold winter nights, love is warm.
It lies between you and lives and breathes
and makes funny noises.
Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.
It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.
Love doesn’t like being left alone for long.
But come home and love is always happy to see you.
It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,
but you can never be mad at love for long.
Is love good all the time? No! No!
Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love.
Love makes messes.
Love leaves you little surprises here and there.
Love needs lots of cleaning up after.
Somethimes you just want to get love fixed.
Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper
and swat love on the nose,
not so much to cause pain,
just to let love know “Don’t you ever do that again!”
Sometimes love just wants to go out for a nice long walk.
Because love loves exercise. It will run you around the block
and leave you panting, breathless. Pull you in different directions
at once, or wind itself around and around you
until you’re all wound up and you cannot move.
But love makes you meet people wherever you go.
People who have nothing in common but love
stop and talk to each other on the street.
Throw things away and love will bring them back,
again, and again, and again.
But most of all, love needs love, lots of it.
And in return, love loves you and never stops.
Copyright © Spenser Jones | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
Since you left my vision
I’ve missed you every day
There’s so much left undone and so much I want to say
You hugged me tight with your eyes, your heart, and your velvety fur
You had a presence that could lure
Any soul in your radar
Your energy so strong and pure
Hush the stars above
You’re a vision of
A park with glaring sun and the crystal snowdrop close up
Of a soaring dove
Although you did not leave a dynasty
For the world to love
You left an engraved memory
That time could not briskly smudge
Everything you taught me
Will lead me far in life
Although you’re no longer in my vision to see
I still feel your presence here
When I look towards the stars past
The clouds up high
I know the stars will hush for you right now
The reason they do
Is so you can come through
To shine down your hope and love
Right into my soul
A heart once turned as black as coal
Has now turned pink and lean
For the love you send down to me
Is pure and pristine
I know I’ll see you again someday
So I shall wait for you
Patiently in my dreams.
Copyright © Sarah Linklater | Year Posted 2015
When a love one passes away, along with the loved ones, pets are affected.
If a family member doesn’t adopt them they are put in shelters, alone and
Dogs and cats “pets” grieve for their masters, and the love they had dies also.
They are impounded hoping to be adopted, may they have love for others, we
A personal friend died six weeks ago, the pets he left behind were taken to the
It was sad they lost their Dad “staring” looking at the door; their hurt was
Watching, observing them made me sad as we, the Wife and I could not take
We have three kittens of our own, so just thinking of what they were going
through, adoption for them pretty slim.
The caretaker didn’t want the animals, without thought he had the oldest put
His attitude, animals didn’t fit his style, he didn’t want them at all or around.
Sadly the death of our friend, in a way was a death sentence for them.
Wishing we could do something, we watch them go to the shelter hopefully
they’ll be taken in.
It is sad some people don’t take the animals feelings into account.
They don’t act the same when the master doesn’t come home; their feelings
to some don’t count.
We, the Wife and I, feel so bad but we have a family of three,
So we pray a family will adopt them, to love and care for them make a part of
Our friend is gone and how he loved them all!
He cared, played, love them, watching as they had a ball.
Now you can see sadness in these felines they are so lost,
A family I’m sure will adopt them, and care for them no matter the cost.
Remember animals in a sense are family too.
They have feelings like me, like you.
So when you adopt, love is all they need.
God has blessed them; hopefully a family will save them in life as they proceed.
Copyright © Robert Ball | Year Posted 2014
Bruzo my dog
Little pup at my maternal uncle's house,
Moved from his mother's lap and chose mine,
Pure black, on forehead a white stripe,
Tears of love in his eyes, that I did wipe ,
Reached my home and added onto family,
Dear he soon became, grew up hastily,
Faithful, wagging his tail in affection,
Clever and alert, wit in perfection,
A burglar's alarm, awake at nights,
Sweet morning walks and evening fights,
Winters, summers, autumn, rains and fog,
With every season bloomed, Bruzo my dear dog !
Written on 23/7/14
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Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2014
Every time go home
No matter the time of day
My favourite dog comes
running to me
Just as i reach the gate.
No matter how many times I
He will always run to me
Wagging its tail with
Rubbing its body on my leg
Makingvme feel welcome like
a king to his palace.
It never gets bored
So at times get the urge ro
Thus I carry a little something
But even when I dont
He will stil be there.
At times it becomes routine to
And i approach the gate sure
of what is coming
But somehow each time
A new feeling is born
A unique kind of warmth
And I just want to stay there
For it gives me ao much joy.
And it got me thinking
I also want to be like a loyal
dog to my master
Ever yearning to run to His
Come rain come shine
In lack or overflow
In reward or none
I want to be like that faithful
Never bored with my God
Never tired to be by His side
Always wanting to welcome
Him with arms open wide.
I want to be like that loyal dog
for as long as I am alive.
Copyright © Wataka Damah | Year Posted 2013
I am sitting in my light brown leather reclining chair
after a strenuous day at my office glad to be home
no more stress no wife just my dog Bandit at my side
I'm holding in my right hand my favorite relaxing drink
a single malt scotch on cracked ice with a twist of lemon
as I was about to close my eyes just a little past seven
counting the blessings in my life from heaven
then out of the unexpected blue everything changed
never I mean never to be the same again
or maybe I was just going insane
out of the corner of my right eye
what I saw oh God what I saw was something that really
scared the hell out of me
as the hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up
and my flesh turned cold
a man dressed all in black and red
with a haunting evil look in his coal black eyes
I believed he was from the dead
stepped right through a solid wall made of brick an stone
and stood there looking around the room
then looked right through me as though I wasn't there
my dog bandit backed up in fright and hid behind the chair
making noises like I never heard him make before
as my goose bumbled flesh turned cold as ice
I sat paralyzed could not move from my light brown leather reclining chair
then he smiled a shark like pointed toothy grin
as he placed his gaze my way
and pointed a long gray boney finger right at me
the only sound that I could hear was the beating of my own heart
as though it was going to tare my chest apart
then he spoke in a low evil raspy voice and said
I'll be awaiting you on the other side
then he turned to leave the room
the way he entered by stepping right through a solid wall
made of brick an stone
now I sit here all alone wondering and shaking
what the hell just happend to me
is there something in my life that I must change
my life do I have to rearrange
I do not want to meet that messenger from hell on the other side
this is not a tale I tell
for you may think I'm crazy as hell
but I believe in what I saw
I was visited by a messenger from hell
if there is a lesson to be learned from my story
look into your life and change what will make it right
to travel into the light
to heaven not hell
when your time ends upon this earth
Copyright © Dennis Davis | Year Posted 2011
You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart beats out of your chest
Ready to consume the final climax
I know who you are - when the lyrics fail to resemble
Letting your poison drip straight from your lips
Portraying, entertaining the image of sex's delusion
You know only rape - manifestation of hate
Lack of the fruit of the beauty of a human mind
Depths you'll never penetrate!
She was only a doll - type of a lost father's adore
Impaled into a desperate whore
Shamefully out of broken safety's choice
She bore embryogenesis of morose
May your rusty blades caress as they please
So confront the masses with the halt of embryogenesis
Let the worship of machines be
Leg them construct us cell to cell
Nature's just in the way
Of our race of perfectly engineered machines!
The burden of conception
Surrenders to the will of
The New God
Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012
""Papa" "What about Spring ... ?
"I don't know Son?"
Killdeer' draw you away from their nest, Bluebirds holler to all about it, hungry Father Fox he knows about it ... .
Kinder yes I think much gentler Spring, when the rejuvenation is just first arriving reminds me of the back and breaststrokes holding your breath while doing a crazy twirl, all the World alive with energy surrounded together in warmth.
Saw three of them Kamikaze my humble dog one day. Samba just hit the grass rolled over boxed away at them old Bluebirds on his back yelping; I laugh now yup-..."Ha ... !" I mean "Woe!" "Close one for him-I guess!" He was just a pup then ... .
Best way to compare it ... I would think Spring;
"The hands of time are alliterate Spring is but the brunt of this each Season carry's snow capped Mountains Berries in the Valleys Lilies in the Meadow Pine in the Woods Squirrels rummaging in the trees.
Bird dogs are quite capable of pointing this out ... as still this Hope presently exists, yes Spring it truly is I believe its sweet Rejoinder to us for all of our Winter's Supplications, the Harvest of the Wheat in the Fall Spring rains I feel remind us ... .
The Summer Sun always toasting the memory's golden brown ... ." -
Summers, sweet ... warm those days long; strung out tucked each one right there set just left of the middle; everyday, each; just like the other, Lord carry them before us merely,
and grant for us always their Peace to remember?"
""Peace the fluency, surety; purity forget the wealth bulky it's only collateral damage; -
Expected He chuckles yes I know He must I believe sometimes probably more than often yes; the Holder of time.
His patience; vision, faith placed solely mid this simple inclusion; His Grace.""
Sweet Summer days yes willing they all remember.
Timeless moreover following Love joyous delighting within itself can be found dancing away upon the crispness mid the gathering up beading up high upon the early June; Morning Dew.
Winter shades of Pail Grey cast their eyes upon them too.
Overt all cry out as they sing God watching His Grace knowing worthy Autumn always, welcomes in the Rain ... !
Yes oh of virtue Tiny Hatch-lings of Many can be seen, as in unison they all bellow out in their innocence as driven by Their hunger; remaining open weeping high in the Willow Father watches, lying ready ... .
As in their mouth puking it up Mother eager, in Her goodness, offers Them Food ... !
Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2016
A low man is due...
My eyes seek reality,
My fingers feel for faith.
Touch clean with a dirty hand,
I touch the clean to the waste.
I fall cause I let go,
The net below has rot away.
And I cry to the alleyway,
Confess all to the rain.
But I lie straight to the mirror,
The one I've broken to match my face.
The fire is so warm,
But nowhere safe from the storm.
And I can't bear to see,
What I've let me be.
So wicked and worn.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.
So low the sky is all I see,
All I want from you is forgive me.
My eyes seek reality,
And my fingers seek my veins.
There's a dog at your back step,
He must come in from the rain.
But you bring that poor dog in from the rain,
Though he just wants right back out again.
So my fingers feel for faith,
And my eyes seek reality.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.
Copyright © Tyler Knapp | Year Posted 2012
Got fired from my call centre job for failing the exam. Took it while doing the night shift. First I've ever done graveyard. Can't say I like it. In fact, I bloody hate night work. Unless it's in a goth club, drinking beer or grinding.
Gonna get a new job. Jimmy Boom Semtex needs beer and tattoo cash. Give him a job and let him learn. Short term memory aside, he'll do his best. Make you laugh and roll your eyes. Jimmy Boom Semtex is here!
Gotta wait 3 months for my wages. That's ok. I'll buy 120 bottles of beer at Xmas and drink myself unconscious while reciting mad poetry. Red Horse or Colt 45? More beer is needed. Paid for by Jimmy's next job. Night shift? You bet!
Copyright © nick armbrister jimmy boom semtex | Year Posted 2015
It was a dark and stormy night
The dog on the doghouse said
But over in the pumpkin patch
A young lad shakes his head
He had sat the whole night through
Just to see the Great Pumpkin rise
Though again this year, he did not appear
His faith he did not compromise
For he felt in his heart of hearts
The Great Pumpkin would one day appear
And if not on this Halloween
Then maybe this time next year
So what if the others poke fun of him
And laugh at him behind his back
For he has a faith that he sticks to
And their laughter’s a worthless attack
And the time that he spent waiting
To him – neither stormy nor dark
For he saw the light and drew comfort
From the promise of this patriarch
The lesson that we all should get here
If you give up and your faith is dead
It will be a dark and stormy night
Like the dog on the doghouse said
Copyright © mike dailey | Year Posted 2011
I do not know?
The night sky is lit up by stars
One by one each flickers away
One by one each love is dead
Until the sky is black and gone
One bright star is all that remains
I reach for the light
but it pulls away
and flickers just the same
Let me fall; so it can rise
Let me dullen; so it can shine
I pray with all my heart
I cry with all my tears
I work until I sweat
Just to save that last star in my sky
Copyright © ann onymous | Year Posted 2012
Upon the falling leaf
There exists a little ant
Falling slowly to the earth
Held within His hand
Out, in a darkened jungle
From a leopard, lemur got away
Helped up to a higher branch
To live at least another day
Somewhere, in a desert
A prairie dog and a snake
The dog had escaped the danger
No life, for serpent to take
Think for just a moment
As to how they got away
There must be someone watching
And helping them on their way.
In life, there is a presence,
Though at times, remains unseen
Isn’t it nice when this presence
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
So patient but to eager
trying hard to hold it in
every bit of excitement
it shows by your grin.
so hopeful waiting
the hours begin to increase
the day turns into night
but no-one's looking pleased.
tears begin to form
as your excitement.has been burn't
all that patient waiting
you feel you must of earn't
Copyright © hayley webb-myers | Year Posted 2016
My dog is a scientist
And thought I never see
I think he has a lab set up
Right underneath me
I sometimes see him reading
The paper on the floor
Mums says it’s all in my head
But I never can ignore
At night I hear noises
And see lights from below
He’s making something special
I really want to know
Then one day I heard a noise
Coming from outside
It was giant space ship
And my dog was there inside
He didn’t see me watching
But I don’t think that he thought
That anyone was watching
Or that he would get caught
The next morning I woke up
Lying in my bed
Had I been dreaming
Was it all in my head?
And then I saw the clue
That would give him away
His reading glasses on his head
As he slept that day
I gently woke him up
And showed the glasses there
He looked a little startled
I told him I didn’t care
He told me all dogs are scientists
And live on earth in disguise
And work on secret projects
As dogs are very wise
So next time look at your dog
Take a closer look
For it probably is a scientist
Reading that mechanical book!
Copyright © Nadine Hof | Year Posted 2007
I do not know?
Here I sit,
My faithful dog and I in a tight little knit
We watch the rain fall,
The wind howling it's call,
With each crack of thunder my dog quivers with fear
I hold her close and wait for the sky to clear.
Then I lay back on my bed,
Thinking of the raining drops of blood that Christ Shed.
No one could understand his pain
That day that he was slain
He gave up all
so that man would not fall
We owe him a thanks for what He's done,
He sent his only begotten son.
The glorious Angels will sing their tune,
The shining gold trumpets will sound
And we will know the saints are found.
Through the dead and living Christ will comb
To find those He will take home.
Copyright © Erica Ledoux | Year Posted 2005
I do not know?
Apond my good fortune
apond a great deal
may I have the will
to feel the wind
blow in my new
and may I be
hairy to my good day
and sheld my
extra old life away
Copyright © verlecia fields | Year Posted 2006