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Details | Rhyme |
Copper in color and also by name 
Was this fuzzy warm patron of canine fame
Wandering the grounds that were right next door
He loved to walk the boards of a little country store

The occasional stranger with 
a smile and a treat
And the everyday favorites he waited to greet
A wag and a smile for all who could see...
He was simply God's patron of humanity

He blessed this little place of a little part of life
And now this one corner is a little less bright
Though loss is confusing and painful to man
It's just a tiny part of a great big plan

So look to the skies when they're copper at night
And you'll feel the warmth of a life so bright
Then the comfort will come as you realize more...and more
He now walks the boards of a brighter country store

- for Copper...a loveable old golden retriever

Copyright © Chris Hagy | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
After the last one was planted, he sniffed it;
Then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.

Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.” 
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.

She smiled through her tears.  
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too.  His name was Pal.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Lurching yet graceful ,the old black cat sets off.
Slowly he circles the edges of the garden in joy.
In the car ,though still in a shut basket,
He always knew when we came to the turning of the road.
Was it the cherry trees in blossom,a scent
Or something we could never be aware of?
I would open his basket in the car.
He comes out and descends so carefully
Onto the pavement,then tries to bound up the path,
The long wooded back garden is his total joy.
He would sit watching tiny frogs in a deep pond in the sun.
No doubt he longed to catch one.
He once brought a robin indoors,
The bird was completely unharmed.
Must have been his gift to me
We released it later after its shock had worn off.
Now he can only hobble,
And soon, his thinness warns me, he'll be gone.
No cat has ever loved or will love like this cat,
A rescued, terrified animal.
His eyes say everything to me.
I look into their clear-jewelled greenness
I look into a deep,still glowing sea of light.
The last day,finally, all day,he's on my knee.
I say"goodbye,goodbye,Pussy".
And he's gone,just before tea.
Now the garden seems empty.
Love leaves a gap.
Love leaves us bare
Love leaves us stripped.
Yet Love is eternal grace.
A mystery of faith.
I believe.

Copyright © Katherine Braithwaite | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
There's a paw print and a nose streak still on the pane
Your toy lays there so quiet with no one to play
My heart breaks but I know that you're in a much better place
As I reflect on all of our walks we took down the lane

Some say a bridge waits for you near a perfect rainbow
There's few things that bring pain like an empty window
You sat there looking out whenever I'd go
Then show your loyalty with kisses when I came back home

The pain of the waiting and watching you go
Reminds us just how fast young life grows old
Your memories bring smiles yet we want you to know
We'll forever be saddened by the empty window

Copyright © M.P. Shaudd | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
   his untimely end.

He mourned his loss every day
And looked for Shadrack everywhere.
He’d mew and moan as if to say,
“We were friends.  I do care.”

Then one night, an eerie howl
Awoke me from my sleep.
He’d found Shad’s toys and left no doubt
That his feelings did run deep.

So our tedious search began
To find another likely pup;
But while my poor wife still grieved,
Could another measure up?

We went to Second Chance and Free to Live.
She just could not make up her mind.
She loved them all; but, if she picked just one,
The rest would have to stay behind.

Then, quite by chance, there was a “pound pup”
Who’d been picked up from the streets.
He was a mutt, a “schnauza-pug”;
But he was awfully sweet.

He jumped up and kissed her frantically.
He seemed aware of his “iffy” situation.
He made the best of his opportunity.
Tears of joy told her elation.

“This is the one”, she smiled through tears,
As she held him... oh, so tight.
“I’m sure that Jorg will like him too.
Everything will be alright”.

And so it was, until one day
When old Jorg did pass away…

There was no hesitation on this sad occasion;
Come Saturday morning, we went straight 
   to the pound,
Open minded and hoping to be “saviors”,
Surely a nice cat was to be found.

“Sadly”, the lady said,” three kitties have only today.
There’s Andre and Panda and another one too”.
My wife smiled and said, “Jorg was your boy.  You pick.
They’re both beautiful cats.  It’s up to you”.

As I pondered this commitment
Another cat, a young one, caught my eye.
Like Jorg, he was a common gray tabby.
Fond memories were stirred.  I almost cried.

On closer look, his name was Boris;
And, strangely, he was number three.
There was a small sign on his crate,
“I don’t like other cats and other cats don’t like me”.

But there was character in his eyes and he was cute.
He was rolling and purring and stretching.
He seemed to look deep into my heart
And did his best to be quite fetching.

But because he was just a common gray tabby,
And because of the little sign,
His chances were slim, his future quite dim
And one day is precious little time.

For a moment I was lost in his eyes
And I heard his desperate plea, 
“I’m a swell cat and litter box trained.
Take me.  Please, take me”.

“Well”, my wife urged, “is it Andre or Panda”?
“One of us will take the other kitty.”, two older ladies chimed.
“You can each have one ladies”, I said with a smile.
I want Boris and he wants to be mine”.

In just hours he was romping and rolling with Pepper,
Who had happily welcomed his new friend.
Boris was a perfect fit, an affirmation;
The Circle of Life never ends.

Much more Joy than Sadness in this Circle,
And there should never be regrets.
Honor their memories and all the love they share,
Never break the Circle, never be without a Pet.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Elegy |
Who would believe your slim elegant body would win my affection, 
when you gracelessly step on toes? Your soft doe skin of cream 

spotted brown, floppy ears I threaten to turn into gloves as a joke.
Through many chain jangle calls for walks where you race and lunge 

and bark fighting for the right to be with me, how could I turn you away?
When you almost die I am ready to give you away to death, hating the sick 

green puke, you become skinnier despite the surgery until finally
one simple shot brings you back to us alive, slurping our hands and faces. 

Busy days of science and humanities and government tucked up in a chair, 
I forgot you, but you begged let me even eat your apple. let me sit in your lap 

but you’re so big now you don’t fit and don't like apple. Chocolate chips cookies, though, a whole batch scarfed from the table and then you wiggle and wag tail,

snarl, your teeth clenched when I offer just one more. We all know who is guilty,
not you, your innocence, your steadfast defense, says it is our family who has forgot. 

Finally, it is too late. You hurt too bad, spine enflamed, barely able to walk
or eat. Tomorrow your last day. I pick up the chain, you race happy to join me

down the row of maples losing their last autumn leaves, where my brother and I lead  you plodding like an old man, stopping to breathe, and I see stars in my eyes, 

saying goodbye. Goodbye to the lady of our family, the Dalmatian Duchess 
who loved us best, walked beside us through our childhood days like a guardian.


Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sijo |
Water, gently filling a bamboo to the brim before snapping,
scared deer running in the right direction, to the hunter,
how many young ones are orphaned in this bloody hunting?

Lily, Temple of Life, 5/2/2014
Syllables count:  16 - 14 - 14

Copyright © Lily Twinkle | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

What mystery his essence brings firm the limbs roaming through the hills, amid the bushy, shadowed trees his call… the fragrant air, refills. And sacred eyes guide night’s passage that clear the forest, to imbue a rugged grace that comes alive in moonglow’s tint and furry hues. Listening to the Gray Wolf's song, when he yelps out to harmonize kinship with man, an ancient rite, while guarding the clan…his blest prize. Though named by time as spirit- peace, oh hunters’ greed drains a friend’s blood as winds lament the saddest howl; immortal he rests on fields, lulled. *Protect America's Wolf...https://howlingforjustice.wordpress.com Shadow Hamilton's Contest Canis Lupus The Wolf 4/7/15

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegy |
The Romantic Legend  

The lord of the manor near the coast of Algarve,
Behind the manor a forested valley where 
Packs of frightful wolves roamed. 

A day when his youngest daughter who was a bit
Odd-as she took no interest in suitors- went to 
The glade to pick flowers, she met a he wolf.

Not afraid she petted the good animal and his
Eyes she discovered love that asked for nothing 
And had nothing to give but love itself.

The daughter when doing needle work had stung
Herself and there was a drop of blood on her 
Index finger, which the wolf lovingly licked away.  

A miracle happen the girl turned into a sleek,
Wonderful she wolf with silky black and tan fur.
Their union was complete and love rewarded.

The pair found a cave in the deepest forest 
Where they lived happily for many years until
The he wolf was killed by a bigger animal. 

The spell was broken and she was now an old 
woman, alone and scared, where love´s light 
had shone there was fearful darkness.

There was a knock on the manor´s oak door,
An elderly woman claimed she was the daughter
Of the house but, she was not believed.

It was a rainy night and when the door opened
Next morning the servants found a young girl 
With glade flowers in her folded dead hands.

What sorrow, what grief, but she wore a smile
“Vale de lobo” the forest doesn´t exist anymore
 And a paradise of love is lost to a legend.      
PS “Lobo” wolf. 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |

                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.


Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011

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

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
The Last Tiger

I  want to die
But I do not want to be the last of my kind
Roaming the jungle
Looking for another
But she is not here
She was killed
Not in an attack
She was killed for greed
Humans jealous of her beauty
Set a trap and walked away
Her foot was caught
As she walked down the path
She struggled and cried
As the wire cut into her leg
Hoping for someone to save her
Her eyes teared
Her growls became mere whispers
It was not a painless death
She suffered beyond reason
For what
For someone to make money
For someone to have a beautiful coat
Or was she killed just for fun
Remember, you will miss her as I do
And you will miss me when my day comes
Especially when your kids ask you a question
When they ask, “What is a tiger”
And all you can say is
“We killed them all”
And then you will change the subject
And you will feel the guilt

Copyright © R. e. taylor | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegy |
And now I’ve reached that Rainbow Bridge
and turn a mournful eye
t’ward ‘mom and dad’ who cared for me
and implore them not to cry.

My life, though short, was brimmed with love’s
sweet tenderness, so treasured.
The affection that they showered on me
not ever could be measured.

And now I cross that Rainbow Bridge
it seems so less obscure.
There’s nothing there t’will trouble me
no more pain must I endure.

I stop and turn – just one last look
and see my 'parents' aching,
the tears well up in my wee eyes
my doleful heart is breaking.

And now I’ve crossed that Rainbow Bridge
auf wiederschein I bade,
it’s not goodbye, we’ll meet again
no love will be mislaid.

And anxiously I’ll await for you
an e’er-vigilant eye I’ll keep
and every hour, with hope I’ll dream
of that day when next we’ll meet.

Copyright © John Lofquist | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
I would give anything 
For one last kiss 
One more goodbye 
That would last for eternity 
I miss you every waking hour 
In my dreams I feel you, your soft fur 
In my dreams I hear you, purring 
I know you visit me while I sleep 
My angel, keeping me company 

In my life for 23 years 
Now gone for 10 
The pain still as raw 
I still cry at photos 
Of you so happy, alive and with me 
You ran into my open arms 
Welcomed me home every day 
The memories we shared, now locked away, safe. 

I watched you fade and could take no more 
I couldn't see you suffer 
The doctors tried to make you better 
Then the dreaded news 
They could not win, I had to let you go 
The red injection took you slowly away 
Your life slipped away in my arms 
The Angels took my place 
Gone forever, but never forgotten 
As the memories remain 

In my heart and in my soul 
They took a piece of me with you 
When they took you from this earth 
I thank you for the years of comfort 
I thank you for being my friend 
I thank you for making me smile 
For letting me cry into your fur 
And for licking my tears away with you rough tongue 
The entertainer of the family 
Mummys boy and confidante 
Always at my side 
I now pray to Saint Francis to keep you safe in heaven 
Until we meet again 
You are gone but you live on with all of us in our memories 

So remember my baby, my faithful furry friend 
Mummy will always love you 
Together until the end 
Here's a great big cuddle 
Until we meet again........................


Copyright © Sarah Bryant | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |
Where Will They Go Where will they go, those creatures of the wild; their territory lost through human cause. Confused, they enter private yards; exiled, they're waved or shushed away without a pause. Wealth traded for demise of forest laws, when once those animals with nature sought their happiness in roaming land because this was their home before destroyed and bought for building mega mansions with no afterthought. Sandra M. Haight ~6th Place~ Contest: One Stanza - One Only Sponsor: Broken Wings Judged: 07/19/2016
Form: Spenserian stanza is a fixed verse form invented by Edmund Spenser for his epic poem The Faerie Queene (1590–96). Each stanza contains nine lines in total: eight lines in iambic pentameter followed by a single line in iambic hexameter. The rhyme scheme of these lines is "ababbcbcc." Note: We built our home 48 years ago and there were many acres of forest between our neighborhood of homes and the Hudson River, where all wildlife lived peacefully. Over the last fifteen years, that forest property was developed to build mega mansions with river views. Now we have deer, fox, coyote, wild turkey, raccoon and many birds that were displaced and have moved west into neighborhoods like ours to find food, and my heart breaks for them because they are out of their element. The pictures above are of some that visit our yard regularly.

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |
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!”

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Hear the Lion roar above the rapids

Hear that Lion roar;

But what if this Lion would roar no more?

And nothing was left for him to roar for.

His home is gone; His land been taken; His children ran; His life forsaken;

And though the Lion may roar above the rapids; That will be the last we’ll see

For if you can not be happy then why bother being free?

Copyright © Caitlin Dwinnell | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |
Animal cruelty is an ongoing and sickening epidemic. I'll never understand how thoughts can 
creep into a human being's mind that would make them want to harm a defenseless pet. I 
wrote this poem after four teenagers went out of their way to cause pain and torture to a cat 
in my hometown. This poem is written from an animal's perspective somewhat. 

Looking into your eyes as he's whipped and you show zero remorse.
Beating him with blunt and traumatic force.
You brutalize innocence with no intention to repent. 
Breaking his back as you show a lack of self-respect.
Confused by actions that cannot be forgiven.
My stomach sickens.
How can you live with acts you have committed?
A vulnerable object that had no chance to fight. 
Can you justify why you felt the need to end his life?
The hands of a murderer, you show no shame.
Your only means of actions to cause violence and pain.
You looked directly into his somber eyes as you broke his body.
Anger and resentment shown towards an unsophisticate form of life.
The color crimson covered your hands as you tore him apart.
Piece by piece.
Ripping him at the seams as you lessened yourself as a man.
Never will I be able to look into your eyes the same way again.
This is unforgivable, it's not permissable, it's unexplainable.
You are a poison to this earth.
You have fed your wretched soul on the weak and still regret evades your mind.
You corrupt, repulsive piece of work.
You'll run out of luck.
This charade won't last another moment.
You took someting full of life and just turned into a fragment.
What runs through your brain?
What fills your heart? 
How do you look your eyes into the mirror so unscathed?
How can you live with so much hate?
You ended a life without an ounce of morality holding you back!
You tortured your victim, forcing your hands on him until he cracked.

No signs of torment or guilt filling your eyes.
Your time will run out.
The hourglass spilling just like the blood of your victim.
Eternal condemnation awaits.
You will lose this game.
Tolerance of your actions is something no human will embrace.

Copyright © Logan Saucillo | Year Posted 2009

Details | Sonnet |
Far-reaching the flames engulfed the remote forest,
Impetuous haste of wild dogs to grasslands,
Resonant croaks of ravens with burned feathers;
Escape from death, fleeing into the darkness of night. 
The arsonist had no love for Nature or Man;
he started the fire to appease his pleasure,
he'll be eternally damned for burning down 
the forest: to every creature it was a treasure.
He didn't feel sorry for the leaping wildcat,
for the huddled owls that were soundly sleeping, 
for the wingless butterflies that fell on his hat;
how could he justify a behavior so horrifying?  
The police found him dead by the ash-filled pound,
he struggled for breath writhing on the hot ground.    

Written on 4/23/2016

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | ABC |
Ailing baby cats die exacting fear grief having inevitably just killed loving mothers not
only plainly questioning reasons some things understanding vile wrong-doing xanax yields

Copyright © Aleera De La Keur | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |

Their whiskers singed,
the dogs unhinged,
the horses flee, 
and goats run free.

The deer stag leap,
from flames that keep,
and creatures scream, 
as their flesh steam.

Their eyes do melt, 
with sore and welt,
all lost their home, 
and forced to roam.

They seek their owners,
by now, all loaners,
more lost than found,
for miles around.

Their lungs breath smoke,
inhaled, they choke,
no water, food, or cozy bed,
no rest for limbs, or weary head.

Their paws are raw,
by natures's law,
that flames take down, 
all life, Earthbound.

We stir the ash to find the gem,
and search to find each one of them,
to catch and find, to love and hold, 
our frightened, furry, lost and bold.

Broken things, and broken hearts,
the village shifts to make new starts,
and yet their souls' are pained and sore,
for kitty, puppy, colt, and more. 

By, Edlynn Nau 
© Sept. 17, 2015

[In memorial of all creatures deceased, or yet to be saved, from the Valley Fire, CA]

Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
For my birthday ,
was a puppy ,
cute and friendly ,
it became eventually .

Fluffy and white ,
never used to bite ,
social and active ,
and never used to fight .

But one day ,
a tragedy happened ,
my spirits were dampened ,
and my heart was saddened .

I gave him chocolate ,
A poison to him ,
His face was dim ,
And breathless ….

I took him to the vet ,
Where he treated him  ,
I was praying ,
‘O Lord please save him !’

And  soon he was fine ,
I know he is a brave doggy ,
And who’s doggy is he ??
Of course , he’s mine !! :))

Copyright © Saanvi Dua | Year Posted 2014

Details | Concrete |
It was a clear night with a bright moon
There were several hours before daylight being nowhere soon
A little baby Coyote loss in the woods
It was alone in where it stood
The baby Coyote was searching for food
It was any kind of food in order to survive
It had no choice in being its strive
The woods were nothing but endless trees
Moments on end, there would be a passing breeze
Yet the baby Coyote had wolf eyes
It had very keen steps
It was the eye on the prey in being well kept
This was the secret of attack
The prey had no time to think and step back
The motion like a movie reel
But it was the baby Coyote maneuvering in survival being for real
Finally the little Coyote went back to the woods to fall asleep
It was dreaming in its own way my soul to keep
The poor little Coyote alone
Yet having survival skills that was shown
The message being, “You can’t keep a Coyote down”.

Copyright © ANTHONY BLAKE | Year Posted 2016

Details | Villanelle |
We are little leaves upon the tree
We  never did control our  tiny worlds
The tree of life; what power, what  mystery

With metaphor, it’s easier to see
Life is tender, see each leaf unfurl
We are only leaves upon the tree

Singing in the sun we seem to be
Full of joy until the storm winds swirl
The tree of life; what power, what  mystery

Extinguished   candles   smoke at Tenebrae
We are blown to death however bold
We are little leaves upon the tree

Thus we sacrifice to God uncertainly
Yet as the wars continue, we grow cold
The tree of life; what power, what  mystery

Who has dropped us from the hands that hold?
Who has stolen certainty untold?
We are little leaves upon the tree
The tree of life; what power, what  mystery

Copyright © Katherine Braithwaite | Year Posted 2017

Details | Quatrain |
He knew he was free, liberated and open, 
Open to experience everything new.
His life became kaleidoscoped in a crystallized mind, 
With a red and a green and a blue.

Mastering juggle to the drum of his fire, 
His eyes now splashed an incredible rainbow.
His once safe and secure mirror to his soul, 
Was now a demented smashed window.

He could see through everything that he had known, 
Standing in the mist on the moon.
And he let out a howl, from the bottom of his chest, 
In a beautiful elegant tune.

He’d become a train line, a walk to oblivion, 
A rusted hole in a hill.
He owned every thought he lived in his head, 
He was now owned by a colourful pill.

Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
The small raccoon

In a sitting position 
His head bowed
On the side of the highway
Gone was the creatures life
He wandered away for just a moment from mom
Startled by traffic 
He just ran
Into the moving beasts
Those beautiful, young paws are stilled forever

Copyright © Tanis Troutman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Elegy |
From far they traveled
Their lands they abandoned
To see the power of our beauty
Tourists you nicknamed them

Forest, you called me
With green color I celebrated in joy
My body you caressed with care

But why now, 
What did I not do right?
Where did I really go wrong?

That with panga you now harm me
Into my veins you inject venom of destruction
Like gang of floods you merciless disposes me
With shameful bald, you have left me

What offense did I commit?
Rain I gave you
With no greedy heart, fresh air I surrendered

Your body smells gold
But your heart, the hurting stone
When am deforested you smile

With fresh water, your thirst I relieved
But why oh why
You now turn me into a laughing stock
With your bitter minds, my belongings you take away

Tears flood down my cheeks
When with your sharp hoes,
You pierce thorns, into fresh of my banks

Your mouth spits out words of comfort
But your mind, the dwelling place of destruction
When I silt you rejoice

To you the godly devil
We shade our tears
The wounds you have given us are painful
The baldness is shameful

We need our belongs back

Copyright © Kuleza John Lembi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
My cat Jones I got one day
When she was only one that day
She makes me laugh and smile
All the while
I've had her for years now
And she still makes me happy anyhow
Her colors of gray and butterscotch they say
I love you everyday
She's my best cat I've had all these days
But now i am sad these days
Cause she passed away

Copyright © Eve Anderson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Since the day you came home
You were my best friend.
My shoulder to cry on,
The fur beneath my tears and laughter.
My walking buddy,
Or should I say running buddy.
Though you are no longer with us,
You are still here,
In our hearts, forever year after year.

Copyright © Holly Wagner | Year Posted 2014