Every time you look at me
Brown eyes say, "I love you"
When you're lying next to me
Your snuggle says it too
That soft brown skin's inviting smell
I pull you to me tighter
I hope you know, somehow can tell
You make my days much brighter
So playfully, you steal a kiss
Like a child, I wipe my face
What have I done to feel such bliss
This gift of "amazing grace"
Each day you show me in some way
The meaning of true love
For you my friend, each night I pray
And thank The Lord above.
for my dog friend, Buddy:)
by Daniel Turner
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017
I remember the day I picked you,
With your sweet little puppy dog eyes.
For my heart was searching for love too,
When I looked down and heard your soft cries.
Your brothers and sisters were running,
They were after a fallen clothes peg,
But there was a puppy so stunning
Trying hard to get up on my leg.
Four years it has been since that moment
And I thank God daily for his gift
Each day you give me such enjoyment
Your love has given my heart a lift.
Today I know as clear as can be,
I didn’t pick you; rather you picked me.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
We let down the top to soak in the sun
Now that the harshness of winter is done
As you let back the seat and put your feet on the dash
Saying, “keep your eyes on the road I don’t want to crash”
I truly must admit that I’m torn completely in two
The coast has its beauty, then again so do you
As the beauty of the Sun is absorbed by your skin
Like a kid at the candy store I simply want to dig in
If life is a candy store sweetheart you are the treat
All the other candy I tasted, never tasted so sweet
The reason I love summer is because of the heat
The skimpier the bikini, the greater the treat
I can’t begin to express how wonderful you are
Saying, “hey take a look at her I’ll steer the car”
At first I truly had no idea what I should say?
Though now it’s, “ok sweetheart, have it your way”
I think that is because you know these words are true
I may take look at her but I shall forever belong to you
Summer is a time that is as bright as the sun
Out goes the cold as it’s replaced by the fun
We have our barbecues and sit under the stars
Let down the tops and go for rides in our cars
Go tend to our gardens in farmer John clothes
Truly amazed at how fast everything grows
Go hang out at the river as well as the lake
Cover ourselves in oil than let our skin bake
Embrace the moments because these words are true
The days last much longer and the sky is so blue
The dog days of summer I reckon that’s so
We bark and howl at folk we don’t even know
If life is banquet then summer is the feast
I think we should gobble it up, to say the least
Written for john's Summer contest.
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
My Saddest Day(A Dog Gone Tableau)
I Had to leave him
(though he yapped and whined)
at the adoption drop off,
(I still loved him so)
with folks that I'd entrusted
(he was my dear friend)
with his safe keeping.
(He'd turned old and blind)
His mournful howl followed me
(when we let him go.)
as i exited the door
(How can my heart mend?)
My two poems for the Intermingle Contest of Craig Cornish:
My Saddest Day, written a while earlier than actually posted on 9/21/2014
& A Dog Gone Tableau, posted 10/17/2014 a few days after I wrote it.
By Andrea Dietrich
(The idea for what to use was inspired by my wonderful friend, Harry Horsman)
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
My puppy sure loves to lick me
He thinks I’m a lollypop.
Every time I get home he attacks me
Then kisses me nonstop.
You’d think I was gone forever
When I just left the house for the mail,
He is right at the door when I get back
With a rapidly wiggling tail.
He wants to eat everything I do,
Mom says, that’s not good for a dog.
We want to keep him fit and healthy
So daily we go for a jog.
My toys are all tattered and ragged
My socks are his ultimate aim,
Doesn’t matter how much it upsets us
He thinks it’s all some kind of game.
I know he’s a bit of a stinker
That always wants to be fed.
But I sure am in love with my puppy,
Every night when we cuddle in bed.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
Your dad, a Dachshund once stuck in Chihuahua.
The best of both in you, with that expectant
Confusing carpets for the lawn enigma.
I know….the raining….getting wet….you can’t.
As coldness chills the room, a sheet for you.
The perfect tucking of in, but you moved!
I ponder, just how crazy is my Boo?
The sheet’s thread count too low to be approved?
Your dance in circles, spinning on the floor.
Rewards and treasures known upon the racks.
Induced by meals and that one pantry door.
In such a fury, choking on the snacks.
I know what God’s book says, I’ve searched it whole.
But still, I hope you have a little soul.
Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2014
Everything here is true
Just as stated
because it's already happened
or - it has yet to occur -
but it's very soon to occur
and I have such strong feeling
that the future will be as I see it
as you read this
that in the end I will be proven right.
You are that occurrence
you are happening
and I think you will understand.
Love is a dog
on a chain
in a muddy yard
on a cold day
in a silent town
where the land slopes
down to a river.
It's the end of autumn
or the beginning of winter
and the silence is tidal
and you know that things are not right
under the sky of hard iron
between all the old buildings
of red faded brick
that were made when labor and materials were cheap.
Big old buildings all squares and rectangles
tenements that saw many families
hotels of a prior age
offices where she used to work
where he ran the elevator
where they came and went
but now nobody is walking
no vehicles move on the streets
it was just me.
And the dog.
There is more about the place
it could have been in a movie
with the camera panning around
capturing aspects of vertigo and dread
a province of scary infirmity
that makes you think
you are dreaming
because you've had dreams before
and you've seen horror movies before
but you know there's no such escape
not a dream not a movie
and the dog is real.
Lonely. Thirsty. Hungry. Cold.
It wasn't always that way
not the dog
not the town.
Long ago the Continental Army
was headquartered here
in the American Revolution
and the city thrived
into the future
lots of transportation
through the 1800s
but then river traffic fell to almost nothing
railroads and trucks took over
companies and people moved south and overseas
and the town grew quiet.
Now it's the cold season
the silence of an endless cold season
almost monochromatic under that iron sky
all black and white or in-between
except for the fading red
of the bricks in those big old buildings.
This is where the owners
love the dog part of the time.
This is where a pigeon steps
on a little discarded plastic ring
from a jug of milk
and the ring stands up
above the ground
where a cold wind blows torn candy wrappers around your feet
near the chain link fences
the dirty concrete with moss growing in the cracks
where branches show against the sky
from dark tree trunks
by the wrought metal fence
that has caught a plastic bag
that was blown by the wind.
You feel the lack
the absence of bird calls
coming down in rivulets and chips of silver
showing they are alive.
It's not to be this day
the silence holds sway
life seems more of an echo.
Any faint smile
of the sun
shows false in the shadows.
The dog didn't make a sound either.
I'm tempted to end right here
we haven't really gotten to the love part yet.
Sure - maybe they loved the dog some
maybe the owner was sick or old
or just couldn't care for it much anymore
or they had grown up and moved away
while the dog remained.
Long ago there was the Telephone Company of New York
and through buyouts, governmentally enforced divestitures, and mergers
it later became Metropolitan Telephone and Telegraph Company
then American Bell Telephone Company
New York Telephone
and now we know it as Verizon.
The dog was real.
The town is Newburgh, New York, USA
and it does slope down to a river
the Hudson River
and the old buildings
I was there in the late 1990s
when it was called NYNEX and then Bell Atlantic.
The old telephone building still had the places
where the switchboard operators
would sit with earphones on
listening to call requests, or
they manually plugged in wires
to connect incoming calls
with house telephones
in the local exchange.
A light would glow
on the bottom row
of their array
and they'd connect a wire
from the plug-in hole by the light
to number 0313 for example
if that was the number in the exchange
that the caller wanted.
The materials were beautiful
all the hardwoods
fiber, metal and cloth
that hadn't been used since
the late 1960s.
The lattices were still there
the wire pairs
for each number
ten thousand at a time
i.e. 0000 to 9999
those wire pairs
had their brackets
from where they went all the way to people's houses
the hard wired connection.
You're with me now
there's nobody else
nobody from the telephone company
and I have the door code for the electronic lock.
We exit the building
and the dog is looking at us
from the lonely cold muddy yard
behind the next old rectangle of faded red bricks
there is something there
not real hope
but dark eyes upon us
some wonder some... something...
The dog never makes a sound.
You see one of the shames of my life.
I go over to my truck and drive away.
It wasn't that the dog just couldn't make a sound.
It didn't quickly raise its head
it didn't jump up or
come toward me
as far as the chain would let it
or at least tilt its head
as if I might present some hope.
There is love
but it was so far away from that dog
that all was silent
the most terrible silence.
So now I'm a 57 year old man
sitting here crying because I could have gotten that dog a good home
or I could have called somebody who would do that
you should see me crying
or I could have just called somebody
or I could have gotten that dog something good to eat
and some water
oh dog I'm sorry
I could have knocked on the door
and asked about the dog
and offered to help
you should see me crying I'm a mess
I could have gone over
and hugged the dog
and said oh dog
you're a good dog
Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2016
There was a little dog one day,
Who ambled on his aimless way.
He didn't have a house or home:
A doggy bed or fine meat bone.
His coat was mats and full of fleas.
He owned no boy to try and please.
Near garbage bin was where he sat,
Along with one sad, homeless cat.
His human threw him out you see.
This person wasn't you or me.
For we would never be so cruel,
Or act like some poor, heartless fool.
The winter came and with it cold.
Dog's airy ways were put on hold.
He shivered in the dark of night:
A sad, pathetic, needy sight.
And then a storm blew in with snow.
It left dog with no place to go.
He sat and whined beside the road,
For someone kind to lift his load.
Then came a car -- slow passing by.
A young boy warm and loved inside.
He saw the freezing, half grown pup
And begged they stop and pick him up.
The winter passed and next the spring.
Now please behold a wondrous thing.
A boy and dog romp on the grass.
All mats and fleas now in the past.
It's joy and love and fun we see.
The way that God meant it should be.
Both run and play, all pain now past;
This bond of dog and boy shall last.
The sad thing is allotted time
Of man and dog will just not rhyme.
The boy will know sad loss of friend,
Long years before his own sure end.
Then in a time that's yet to be,
They'll reunite both young and free.
Forever will their bond go on,
In timeless sunsets, countless dawns.
© 2015 Diane Lefebvre
Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015
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
Grandpa had a bulldog whose name was Tige.
They were close – as close as honey and bees.
If Grandpa felt a cold comin’ on –
Well Ol’ Tige was the one who would sneeze
Grandpa was noted for his wealth and generosity.
His love for me was demonstrated when he paid my college fees.
The love he held for Tige was almost the same for me.
And ol’ Tige was always with Grandpa wherever he might be.
College life was different then, separation was the norm.
And years at Alma Mater meant years far from the farm.
Students have it difficult and allowances soon shrink
So, short of money there, I soon began to think.
Grandpa, bless his giving heart, quickly came to mind
That bulldog owned his generous heart – if somehow I could find
Some way to convince my grandpa to increase the money sent --
I came upon a devious plan – and this is how it went.
I wrote and told my grandpa, “There’s things you ought to know.
The things they’re doin’ here at school will set your heart aglow.”
“They’re takin’ all these sorts of dogs – it came as quite a shock
Grandpa, you won’t believe me, they’re teachin’ dogs to talk.”
Now grandpa loved ol’ Tige so much it didn’t take him long
To ask how much would it take to send ol’ Tige along?
Well, when I gave a figure, Grandpa was satisfied
If this crazy scheme was figured out, there’s no place I could hide.
I kept feeding grandpa all sorts of good reports
How Tige was a star pupil and mascot of all sports
Two years passed and soon there came the time to take Tige home
Grandpa was so excited -- Tige was never more to roam.
Grandpa came runnin’ when I stepped down off the train.
His eager eyes were searching for what he’d never see again.
“Where’s ol’ Tige?” he asked, as we began to walk.
“He’s not comin’.” I replied, “C’mon we need to talk.”
This morning I was shaving in the bathroom by the sink
And Tige was justa talkin’ when he looked at me and winked.
“Ya know’ he said, “I’ll be so glad to be back home at last.”
There are some things I’ve thought about that went on in the past.”
“I was standin’ at the mirror with my razor in my hand
Ol’ Tige was talkin’ ‘bout some things he couldn’t understand.
I could not believe the lies he told – things he’d seen first hand
Like the times he saw you wrestlin’ with that female hired hand.”
His words just lit a fire with the pictures that he painted
I almost couldn’t help myself – Grandpa, I nearly fainted.
It seems that I lost it some and when I finally woke,
I’d grabbed him by the backa his neck and cut his lyin’ throat.
I know grandpa was shaken, I saw it in his eyes.
A look of consternation he could not disguise
He seemed to be relieved, as he looked at me and said,
“Now, Son, I really need to know, are you sure ol’ Tige is dead?”
Years have hidden the truth of this deception that I wrought.
I’m the one who wove deceptive tales that everybody bought.
But when the truth is told at last and no more lies are found
You’ll gladly find an ending that surely will astound.
Grandpa? -- He now lives with Jesus, and me? -- I’m headed there.
Tige? – I know he’s still around though I shouldn’t tell you where.
We made a pact some years ago when things went awfully bad.
For years he’s been the best darn mascot my school ever had.
Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2012
A narrow set of stairs, open on one side,
Goes down into the basement by the washing machine.
When she was little she'd watch me do laundry,
Standing sideways on the stairs, where we were eye-to-eye.
She liked being up there - I'd pet her,
It was bonding, the age-old connection between dogs and people.
Now she's big, she's so big she doesn't fit -
Gravity tries to pull her off the side or to the bottom.
It's hilarious how she contorts herself, putting all paws together,
Dancing and stuttering - trying to be entirely on that one stair tread.
I have to go around, up, and hug her -
"Oh, aren't you something...”
Things are good now; she’s a great dog,
Yet I guess I miss those days too.
Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2017
Dog In A Purse
I have the very best pet, the absolute very, very best
There is no comparison he is better than the rest
Funny story how we met one hot day way out west
He was handed to me in a Prada Purse I must confess
I first thought him a pest but he quickly passed my test
He won me over in 2 seconds or less, oh but his name is a mess...
We named him Prada you see, yah after the purse, so you get it
He is a stud, definitely, all male but his name, yah I regret it
So I call him Pra-Dawg instead of Prada because of my own ego
Yep, uh-huh, he is a Chihuahua but not like any other that you know
He is happy go lucky, loves rubber duckies, isn't nervous and won't relent
He barks at big dogs at the fence, the backyard Prince, he's never tense...
He fetches the ball bringing it back to you, dropping it every time right at your shoe
He has this cute overbite when he chews, and loves to watch the evening news
He is lightening fast but not furious, flying around and so damn curious
He listens, obeys, won't run away, or worry us, he is really just super flus
No matter what he never goes potty inside, not even once has he tried
I am his Master, he is my guide, always and forever Pra-Dawg by my side...
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016
dogs are loyal of course they are
but can a dog hold you in his arms
and i admit that they are cute
but what they love is in their snoot
you can take a dog on a walk
but you and that dog will never talk
and dogs will protect you when they can
but your best protection is with a man
buy a dog, feed a dog, chain a dog up
slavery is all it's known even from a pup
give a man your love and maybe he will be
the one thing you wish that that dog could be
open your eye's, let down the guard, call the dogs off
if your not careful an opportunity may be lost
i don't want to remove or replace any thing you love
a little time to be with you was what i was thinking of
maybe you could spare just a couple of minuts
can we have a conversation with no dogs in it
Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2011
June Second at the beach we played scrabble
He protested the use of “ode”
I told him of the “Ode to Billy Joe”
With friends we laughed the entire way home
And when they left, Daniel proposed
He tied a string 'round my finger, said it would be replaced by a ring
It was the Third of June
(another sleepy, sandy Florida day)
When Daniel picked me up for a dip in Dog Lake
I suggested we swim across
He was reluctant, but swam anyway
Reaching the middle of the lake
“I can’t make it,” he called to me
“You’re kidding,” I laughed, turning to see
Daniel splashing futilely
Although I tried to pull him to shore,
We crossed underwater plants
He must have thought they were snakes and broke away
Dark water with tannic acid
Where did he go? I screamed for help
The search was underway when paramedics arrived
Linking hands, everyone walked into the water
But it was Daniel’s friend Art who found his hand
“It was like he was reaching out to me,” he said
Of course, it was too late
My sweet man had met his fate
And I made a vow
Every June Third, I drive out to Dog Lake
Remembering the good times we shared
And praying Daniel found eternal rest
*Entry for Joann’s contest. True story.
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012
The Day The Dog Died
The very day her dog had died ;
she sat alone and cried and cried.
He'd been her companion for many a day ;
she thought he'd be there when SHE went away.
She wept and wept all through the night ;
somehow, her husband would make it all right.
They got in the car and went to the pound ;
she, so discouraged, just looked at the ground.
"Pick out another", her old husband said ;
"You have to face it, your boy dog is dead."
Then the old lady walked slowly outside ;
tears rolled down her face, she wanted to hide.
Up rambled an old dog, a female was she ;
crawled into their car, as bold as could be.
The dog sat patiently waiting there ;
not moving a muscle, going nowhere.
"She just picked us out !", the old lady cried ;
"I thought I'd have no friend till' the day I died."
Now both the old girls sit in a chair;
discussing the world and going nowhere.
That little dog had a very sad past ;
now, she has someone to love her, at last.
She's given the dog a name, Dee Dee,
she listens intently, her chin on Mom's knee.
They pass the long hours being together;
in rain or snow, through all kinds of weather.
So, if this is a "dog's life", lucky is she;
there's just not a better place to be.
Perhaps they will leave on the very same day,
for, to each, there is no other possible way.
I think of them often....they'r gone from this earth;
I'm nearing her age and I not nearly her worth.
Although. three little dogs sit on my bed;
listening and playing and tilting their heads,
at each and everything I say;
like it was important in some sort of way.
I understand the importance of each little creature ;
to someone, somewhere, for they are the teachers.
Copyright © Gail Blakeley | Year Posted 2010
How could I not forgive you?
Just one look at your puppy dog eyes
Thaws the heart of this ice maiden
Contest - Micropoetry ain't that tweet – Sponsor Casarah Nance
(105 characters with spaces)
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
Lord help me to be
the person my dog
thinks I am
Copyright © Dennis Davis | Year Posted 2014
You bring me peace
With your head on my lap
I gently stroke your wavy hair
Lovingly I bend to kiss your forehead
Thanking God for giving me you
You have become my calm
My loyal friend
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Used my Path Number 9
For Contest: Tell me your Number
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
The limp is more pronounced on days like these,
cold rain and chilling breeze. The hitch in his giddy-up
causing his head to angle slightly, correcting for the
sway. His eyes seem a bit less bright yet still alert
while the tail, that ever enthusiastic metronome of
friendship, wags, and waits. So we walk a little slower,
a little less far, sharing the tempo of age and a
love that knows no desire to walk alone.
submitted to – Beloved Pets – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Francine Roberts
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015
the rain fell
dogs and cats
was late in coming
rolled over in bed
until a red
long haired cat
on my head
and my face
then a stray
mangy yellow dog
decided to play
chased Fred away
and decided to stay
his body heat
and I rolled over in bed
until a cool fat black cat
outside to the riverbank
Frank the cool fat black cat
started to scat
at the top of his range
at the edge of my bed
to my head
then Yellow and Fred
with guitar and bass
and played backup
while I played the bed
to save face
it was all
until my neighbors
who didn’t like our chops
banged a different tune
on the wall
and called the cops
they broke down
and took away us four
along with our instruments
less the bed of course
into a paddy wagon
it was in a cell
with a cot
that we realized that we were hot
and started our prison band called
me two cats and a mangy dog
Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI | Year Posted 2013
The Little Dog ( Scotty )
I’m only a small female
Little legs you see
The other two are huge
Males big pawed and hairy
Great tongues lolling
But they protect me
They are nice to me
I’m only small
The human is a giant !
If I look straight ahead
I can only see the shins
And while the other two are off
Galloping and romping
I am trotting behind
Little legs you see
But the human
He waits for me
I think the human is male
He must be
As I feel so drawn to it
And its kind hands
And kind eyes
He must be male
I am female
I know these things
I love to go out walking
The human he takes us all
All three !
I have to skip over boulders
Which to them are just pebbles
And sometimes all of them
Have to wait for me patiently
Little legs with little paws you see
I love them all
Especially the human
And especially when he feeds me
Even more when he tickles my tummy
Do you know he built a little house for me
Just for me
I curl up on pillows at night
Nice warm and cozy
So because I love him
And even though I am rather small
I growl and bark
When he needs protecting
And I can see him smiling
So I know I am being a good girl
The human has a “ H U G E ” kennel
So big a dog could get lost in
And when he returns from being gone
He always lets us in
But never up those little floors
Which go to the place he uses for sleeping
I am content
Like the other two
To curl on the soft fluffy bit of the floor
And wait dozing
Occasionally sniffing about
The place food is kept in
Till the time comes
For us all to go out walking
And then I can barely contain myself
In jumps and circles
While the other two are whimpering and whining
Time for them to go off running, snuffling and playing
While behind I follow
Little legs you see
But the human
He waits for me
Copyright © colin mitchell williams | Year Posted 2008
My dad always takes care of me
He just loves me all the time,
Even when i disturb him
When his words he tries to rhyme,
He quickly picks me up
And gives me a loving pat,
He'll make sure i'm quite content
Before he puts me on my doggy mat.
When i was young i used to
Put my front paws on the window-sill,
It was to welcome home my daddy,
It gave him such a thrill.
I used to chase my sister
Around our large front lawn,
It became our favourite game
Ten weeks after we were born.
My daddy takes me in the car
Down to the local shop,
Then we go walking in the park,
Afterwards, i tend to want to flop.
Three years ago i went blind,
So my dad became my sight,
Sometimes he has to carry me,
My daddy is my shining light.
We live in a gigantic kennel,
Although my dad calls it our home,
"Hey dad i'm feeling peckish,
Can you fetch another bone."
Author Notes: I have two litter sisters, both 13 years of age. They are the best friends i've ever had. Bindi went blind 3 years ago and although we sometimes find it a little hard she still enjoys life immensley. When she's in our local park, she remembers the wide open spaces and feels safe to run. She quite often breaks into a loping run alongside me.
I wish to thank Bindi for her lovely poem-----dad
Copyright © john williams | Year Posted 2015
I do not know?
Money too much, children’s laughter;
Fall apart beneath the moonlight.
Make me cry tears of blood, ever after;
I think I want to die tonight.
Dog bite scar puts pain to skin;
Leave it out and let me in.
Kiss my soul with teeth of barbwire.
Let me remember you within the fire.
Whisper words of wisdom and lets all jump across to hear them;
Another dead singer living on the edge of oblivion.
Wasting away in a puddle of blood;
Never been in love, because loves no good.
Whispers scream through echoes of violence,
In the cold dark silence I see them cry.
Smother me with love, because love is blinding.
Drift away into the clouds up above in the sky.
Want it too much to earn it, or find it;
Give it to me easy, but it’s never enough.
Flew into the sun in search of new sights;
Laying here blinded by God and his version of love.
Money too much to bring pleasure to me,
Set me free with poetry in poverty.
Howl at the moon to release the endorphin’s,
Scream at her now she will listen to you.
Give me anything, but let it be broken,
I have nothing left to give to you.
Fire raging along the border,
Corner me and I will bite you back.
You want me to be something smarter.
I can’t do that. Creativity I lack.
(C)2015 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016
She had four long legs and a curved tail
with a smile that made you happy
She had big ears and eyes full of care
and ways that were fun and sappy
She had a big heart and a loud bark
She could look dumb but be so smart
She was loyal and true
She could chase away the blues
and she always knew
that I loved her too
I miss her so
Hard to let her go
Good dogs go to Heaven
she will be waiting for me at the Pearly Gates
Peter will let us in
She jumps with joy as I hug my friend
asking with those big soft eyes
trying to keep mine dry
why are you so late
it's hard for a dog to wait
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2017
Oh furry fan, you leave an
indelible paw print upon my heart.
Your devotion, unmovable as a
mountain, is ever true.
You look at me with adoration
yet it is I who learn what
faithful love is.
Your rock of loyalty never wavers
amidst the shifting
sands of life.
As I pet your fur with utter joy
I would not trade this moment
for all the treasures on earth.
Word Count: 69
Written on 5/13/2017
70 Words or Less Contest
4. My Pet
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2017
Moon In Auburn
As the stars were heaped upon a mantles Shangri-La
The miniature toy town beneath its cape
Quiet hung in yellow golden windows lit
So silent in the dales and woods blanket
The dog fox cry echoed from the moon
Crisp and cloudless chill less coldness
With the twin of the moon fluxed silver blue
In the tiny handmaidens mirror of reflection
Natures dark slept beneath the shadows of her hand
And she crept in dreams
Within the tip toe of cats
Rendered the night through amber eyes
Glistening on the turns of lovers kisses
For all the endless that she misses
Arched above an eternal sky
She is drawn to the moss of rocks
And clings in branches hung with lichen
To the feathered damp of leaves
Which catch her spark
Just a whisper footfalls breezes shifter
In the country lanes of ancient mazes
By stone wall and rabbits foot
Close upon the dandelions head
With all the disguised colours leaping on unseen acoustics
Were hidden amongst rivulet beds
Catching the silver blue
The dog fox cry echoed from the moon
And swung out the flax upon the stars
Fingers traced their destiny within those pinpoint suns
A pattern constellation traits of has; she was born
The atonement of steady reckoning he had
Cut in trough on the ploughed earth
Where all the seeds of tomorrow had been scattered
With all their promises of a seasons ripening
Old songs sung of proud man “John Barleycorn”
And the distillation of his bone and marrow
And while the stars piled high on their Shangri-La
Recounted the lost tales of lovers in forgotten times
All the memories fell in auburn locks
And swept upon the Luna light shores
The twin she fluxed in silver blue
And the dog fox cry echoed from the moon
Copyright © colin mitchell williams | Year Posted 2009
The beach this morn was wonderful
The waves came thrashing down
They were wild and white and foaming
And their voices thundered round
A lonely figure walked the sand
Her head bent down and sad
And if you were up closer
You could see the tears where out
The sky was dark and cloudy
The rain was falling light
The wind was napping somewhere
And the water felt like ice
I watched that figure walking
With a black dog by her side
A memory in me stirred somewhere
Of times that where not right
She pulled her jacket closer
As if to shut it out
The thoughts that did invade her
Or memories that did shout
And all the times the waves came in
They didn’t ever change
They licked her feet and washed them
And then went out again.
As I sat there and I watched her
That figure all alone
I wondered if she registered
The lack of sun that shone
The day seemed very fitting
For one so sad as she
The misty rain, the dampened air
The water round her feet.
I wondered as I watched her
From whence her thoughts did come
Had someone precious died here
Or had a love undone
She didn’t even see me
Her thoughts so far away
I think if there where people here
She maybe wouldn’t stay
There was nothing I could do here
Her thoughts where all her own
I felt she needed solitude
And time to mull the groan
I stood there, and I left then
A lonely figure, I
I pulled my jacket round me
My black dog by my side.
Copyright © Robyn Blauw | Year Posted 2007
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
I still remember it,
as if it were yesterday,
a little lion walked towards me,
would change my life in every way,
at that time,
at that moment,
you were destined to be mine,
more precious to me than any adornment,
a man that was filled with so much hatred,
learned an aspect of love,
so many years were wasted,
this was destined by HIM above,
my little lion king,
my little man,
it was the month of spring,
now I truly understand,
I knew from the very first second,
I opened myself up for the deepest pain,
death is assured,
only once and never again,
with all my heart I would protect you from all danger,
your instincts are to protect me,
to me you will always be a baby in a manger,
your existence has always been one to correct me,
They say when you die,
you go to the best of places,
they say you can have all that's been seen by mans eye,
the light will be shining from all faces,
If I should enter this garden,
I will ask for you,
you softened a heart that was hardened,
I promise, I will ask for you,
but until that day,
to every moment I will cling,
always in my heart and I will never forget,
My little lion king.
Copyright © Soul Man | Year Posted 2016
home at night
you bring me my shoe
you've been sleeping with
during the day
usually the one
kicked off last night
is your favorite
you've been working hard
keeping the house in order all day
watching the boys
keeping those rabbits at bay
time for your walk
but first do our welcome home dance
puffing around the shoe
I love you too.
Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2009