Song Pets Poems

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Details | Ode |
THEY graze in beauty on the land
     of grassy glades and dewy dales,
and all that's best of tamed and tanned
     meets in their aspect and their tails;
thus mellowed to that tender hand
     which Shepherd to gentle glen compels.

One fleece the more, one spot the less,
     had half-repaired the shearless grace
which wreathes in every woolen tress
     or darkly tightens o'er their face,
where mouths serenely sweet express
     how pure, how dear their grazing-place.

And on that rump and o'er that round
     so fat, so plump, yet elegant,
the baas that win, the hooves that bound,
     but tell of days in meadows spent—
a flock at peace with all around,
     a drove whose milk is innocent.




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Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2012




Details | Villanelle |
Singing songs that fill the air.
Contagious is the song they sing.
The canaries are joyful, without a care.

Their melodies are beyond compare.
They make a weary heart take wing,
singing songs that fill the air.

Happy they, no burden to bare,
when their rich songs they shall sing.
The canaries are joyful, without a care.

Sad thoughts you cannot share
when listening to the song they bring,
singing songs that fill the air.

Their lilting voices in the air
are welcoming the coming Spring.
The canaries are joyful, without a care.

I shall hum while they sing with flair
and all around us music will ring.
Singing songs that fill the air,
the canaries are joyful, without a care.

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
Cindy had a little Bird, 
Little Bird, little Bird, 
Cindy had a little Bird, 
Its feathers were yellow as the sun

And everywhere that Cindy went, 
Cindy went, Cindy went, 
Everywhere that Cindy went
The Bird was sure to go

It followed her to school one day
School one day, school one day
It followed her to school one day
Which was against the rules.

It made the children laugh and play,
Laugh and play, laugh and play,
It made the children laugh and play
To see a Bird at school

And so the teacher turned it out,
Turned it out, turned it out,
And so the teacher turned it out,
But still it lingered near

And waited patiently about,
Patiently about, patiently about,
And waited patiently about
Till Cindy did appear

"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
Love Cindy so? Love Cindy so?
"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
The eager children cried

"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
Loves the Bird, you know, loves the Bird, you know
"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
The teacher did reply

Copyright © John Long | Year Posted 2007




Details | Lyric |

                    How much is the cat in the window?
                   The one that’s standing up
                 How much is the cat in the window?
               I do hope that kitty is for sale

                 I don’t want a turtle or a snake
               I don’t want a bowl of fish or a guinea pig 
               I don’t want a cute rabbit or a bird
              You can’t give them things a hug

                 How much is the cat in the window?
               The one that’s standing up
                I have a slight problem at home
                And if I have a cat then maybe
                 the rat will  leave

Copyright © John Long | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |
Daphne a poodle is a very happy pup
With a pom-pom tail and a button nose
And two eyes filled with glee.
Daphne is a pedigree, a breed with energy.
She is made of curls from head to toe,
And the color of honey gold.
Daphne the poodle, she's lively as can be,
For when she's given her favorite toy
She begins to prance and play.
Look at Daphne go,
Running here and there and all around retrieving toys for you and me.
Woof Woof Woof
Woof Woof Woof
Catch me if you can.
She'll only pause a moment when she hears me holler, "Stop"
Then she begins to prance and play again, running all around.
Catch me if you can.

(* Rhythmically read like "Frosty The Snowman")
For the contest, 'Calling All Pets', Sponsored By SKAT-AB-SIN THE

Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
There have been many songs and sayings associated with time.
Time Passages, Time After Time - can make you feel sublime.
Time In A Bottle is a song of romance and love
Cherish these feelings both below and above.

A watched pot never boils - I have found this to be true.
Time flies when we're having fun - now what are we going to do?
Time goes faster when you get older - it took me quite awhile to understand this.
That's why it is extremely important - quality time not to miss.
 
Time is a precious commodity - most people multitask.
To achieve all that they can - on their laurels for to bask.
The busier you are the more time you seem to lose.
Also when your body demands to take a snooze.

Remember that through this life you're living.
To make the most of the time that you've been given.
Treat people and animals like you'd like to be.
Enjoy the sights of nature and everything you see.

Time truly is an exceptional treasure.
So be sure to use it wisely - relax and have some pleasure!
We're put here not knowing how much time we've got.
And no matter how rich you are - time cannot be bought!

Copyright © Tamara M. Kohlstaedt | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |
When I was a puppy
I used to run and play

15 years later
Now I sit and lay

I do not bark 
and I do not bite

I love going for walks
and I sleep all night

Take me for a ride
and I will sit and look

I only eat dog food
nothing from a cookbook

Buy me a leash
Buy me a toy

Give me some bones
and I will jump with joy

Copyright © David Materazzi | Year Posted 2007

Details | Light Poetry |
Don’t go anywhere, my dear 
Don’t leave me here
Stay in my heart or stay in my liver
I’m with you leave me never
Watching you watching you
Catching you catching you
I love you I hold you
I kiss you I scold you
Talk to me and walk with me
Touch me and dance with me
Oh I did not give you the meals and rest 
That's why you have proved to be the best
If I love this way to a man 
He will feel tortured and frustrated 
You are my darling you are my dog 
I feel proud of you oh my lovely blacky
I chose you to love you
you are so different but yet again
You love me hug me and bear a lot
Yet people say why love the dog? 


Copyright © khalid raza | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |
My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Web wise

The fear drops from its light brown wings; 
this is not home; at least not for a bird. 
Little sparrow flaps its wings in madness; 
flaps them so hard. Living room, staircase,
it is humming past your mute chair.
But how can you help, you cannot locate 
your own way out of this golden web. 

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 

Copyright © Kushal Poddar | Year Posted 2009

Details | Quatrain |
Calendar cats are the Pussy élite.
Silky or spiky, or butch, or effete,
Calendar cats are a privilege to meet …
They’re, oh! SO beautiful!

    My Bubble’s a bit smelly, and he doesn’t seem to care,
   And his poor old baldy belly has got ‘flying-away’ hair.
   He quacks and he sneezes, and he dribbles ev’rywhere –
   It’s not pretty at all …

Calendar cats have immaculate hair.
It’s sleek and it’s clean – not a flea anywhere;
But they’re paper, not real-life – it’s true, and you can’t
Hear them PURRing at all …

    Bubble’s greedy and he’s lazy, and his fur gets up my nose.
    He gets it in my dinner and he gets it on my clothes.
    He isn’t too hygienic at all, BUT – he PURRs
    Like a pneumatic drill …

My Bubble does nothing, and he does it all day.
When he’s not on my lap, then he’s still in my way.
He sleeps in my garden, and dreams of the old
Days, - when HE had it all …

But calendar cats only hang on the wall,
And when you need a cuddle they’re no use at all …

So I’ll cuddle my Bubble ...
Yes, I’ll cuddle my Bubble …
And I won’t want a calendar pussy at all …
No, I won’t want a calendar cat 
At all!



This is a waltz (3/4) rhythm, and verses 2 and 4 are in double time (6/8)
Sadly, Bubble is no longer with us, but he did live to nearly 20!

Copyright © Frances King | Year Posted 2009

Details | Sestina |
Halloween is not just for kids...
what about those gorgeous pets
that we snuggle, love, kiss and willfully spoil?
Shouldn't they have their own
special Howlween and Meowween
with treats never tasted in a bright party hall?



I love pets as you all do, and with loving and tender care    
I spoil them with warm clothes and matching shoes;
a wool hat and tiny gloves to keep them from frost!
Look at them, aren't they adorable and look sharper 
than the less-loved pets that are bored with their blues?  
Can you compare a well-groomed one to a scruffy one? 



On this coming Halloween, dress up your pets for success,
disregard the dumb looks of certain unintelligent folks,
they never see humor in anyone or anything, and they can't laugh
at these cuties that have a ton of affection on their mellow faces;
what would they do to be patted or be cuddled in their embrace?
They would give them their howleen and neowween for a soft caress!



And on every street people walk their dogs and cats dressed like mine,
what a surprise to watch this parade of adorable pets that look up and smile!
They will never know who was the genius behind all this, but gently and happily they stroll!
So who's to say that Halloween isn't for them? They're like our children who delight our soul!
And on each Halloween night, let them out, and let them do their Howlween and Meowween,
to enjoy the Halloween celebration, but tomorrow they'll not remember where they had been!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |

Always there yet far away but out of reach
The echoes of her great song, still heard
It will never end till all that felt her joy also join the choir
And she that passed in the springtime of her being, gave so much, more than 
she knew
Giving so much, she left an unfillable void that can only shrink, slowly, slowly in 
time
Love lost the hardest way, with no choices, only acceptance

Through all though some comfort can be found
In knowing that all she knew was love and trust, what more could any ask.
And all that came within the sound of her song, gained, and were honoured
To have known her was a gift from above, a treasure
But the closest to her can only ask and never know…why?

Her spirit still sings, her echo’s sound on.

Copyright © charlie milne | Year Posted 2006

Details | Narrative |
I was ‘ Walking ’ back from grocery shopping
When I saw something, that had me hopping…
… mad, I mean… at what I seen
… a Man treating a Dog, just like a Queen !

They rode past in a top-down car
She had shades on, like a Movie-Star
My bags dropped down, due to shock…
… Now… What She got, that I ain’t got?

… Her big ears blowing in the wind
Now, I know, that’s Man’s Best Friend
But the only reason, I figured, I was Walking
is ‘cause I need a new kind-of-Talking :

Bow-Wow!     Get my  tail to Wagging
Bow-Wow!     Ain’t too Proud for Begging
Bow-Wow!     Learn another kind of Language
Bow-Wow…    … see I can Manage …
Bow-Wow !
I’m slowly Learning How
-	    to Bow-Wow
                    and it’s Alright Now

Now, I knew, something was wrong with that Sight
Can my Bark, be worse than Her Bite?
I started to Listen to the Canine next Door
Yapping and a Howling – made ‘em give Her More…

Then I hung around the Local Pet-Shop
I Finally figured out “What They Got !”
The next Man came, I Said, “They’s Expensive,
You may as well, get yourself a ‘Mrs’…”

                    … Bow-Wow!
  
Bow-Wow!      Get my  tail to Wagging
Bow-Wow!      Ain’t too Proud for Begging
Bow-Wow!      Learn another kind of Language
Bow-Wow…   … see I can Manage
Bow-Wow !
I’m slowly Learning How
	     to Bow-Wow
                     and it’s Alright Now

Well… We were already happily Married, when He said, “Let’s get a Dog”
I sat up straight… went to sniffing, as silent-whistle-warnings, went off
I jumped in front of Him … and started to Tease…
“We don’t need nothing ‘round with Fleas !”

… and if You scratch behind My Ears,
I’ll make the kind of noise, you love  to Hear ! …

Bow-Wow!      Move Over Rover
Bow-Wow!      Fe-Fe, Its Over !
Bow-Wow!      This is My Growler
                     Git’ A Little Louder … Bow – Wow !

                 Bow-Wow… Wuff  Wuff  Wuff

         Carol Brown… This One’s For You Kiddo’
         And Your Great Sense of Humor (Smile)
              This Poem is From Bygone Days
(Wouldn’t You Know… The Silly One’s Always Survive)
                         Hope You Enjoy It….

                                  MoonBee

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009

Details | ABC |
i try to sit next to you.
i try to talk to you but i just cant.
i try to join your art class.
but..................................
nothing seems to work.
i wish i could just say i love you.

Copyright © doris lee | Year Posted 2008

Details | Terza Rima |
Cats aren't little sweeties,
when they catch butterflies 
flying low on dogwood trees.


Mary and James chase 
after them stepping on flowers,
and falling down in their haste.


Mother and dad come out,
and start to yell to call them back,
and they still run past the hut.


Dogs bark at frogs with an unsteady leap,
when they stare at their puppies
huddled in their deep sleep.   


Spring, summer and fall
are true delights in the North,
where the weather is never too dull.


Every afternoon, Jim and Derick
climb the fir thirty feet tall,
they stop halfway and vomit.


Dogs and cats quarrel and get wild,
kids gather around to support their team,
betting nickles on this harmless fight.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |
Cat sleeps for yarning in between
So different and keen

Gets up from,  feeling numb
Indeed the cat is always dumb

Then the cat attacked me with anger
When I just wanted to see the cubs of her

When I used to love her so much
She has shown in me no trust

She has hurt me 
even after knowing me

So stupid I was
Never so shocked I was

Copyright © khalid raza | Year Posted 2006

Details | Ballad |
Rabbit was my turtle who never won a race
Red is my fish but he's blue in the face
And I love my pets but they do no tricks
So I play all day and sleep at night with my sidekicks

My sidekicks~ Wa! Cha!  My sidekicks~ Wa! Cha!
Sometimes we stand on bricks, play swords with sticks
Sometimes we have tools for fixin', lollipops for lickin'
But when it's time quit and switch, they're still my fav clique
My sidekicks~ Wa! Cha!  My sidekicks~ Wa! Cha!   (Chorus)

Smokey is my cat and I love him too
Got a little kitty, named her Crystal blue
And another fish in a bowl I call Fins
But they do no tricks, so I play with my sidekicks again

I got Teddy and Roy and my bulldog Bully
And at bath time I get to dunk my pal Sully
Then there's Croc but is he an alligator
And Fishy is orange, before I see you later
I gotta tell ya Mr. Duck is now Mr. Quacks
But my favs of all time is Tang Tang and Scratch

And though they're stuffed animals~ they do all the tricks
Like my play friend Jerry- they're my sidekicks

(Chorus)

A Song for my son Caleb at age 4

Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2007

Details | Didactic |
the wolves are come. for me.
they are. they come. for me.
i am a tasty treat.
the wolves, they come for me.

they shall swallow me whole.
they'll eat my body and soul.
i am a sweet morsel.
into their mouths i will go.

the wolves are. at my door.
my heart shall beat no more.

i'm a sitting duck.

the blood. the wolves. it pours.

Copyright © Dianna Coleman | Year Posted 2006

Details | ABC |
I missed the heartbeats for a vessel of stars, 
while death was always near, 
circling the house.

The network of sorrow, 
beams to world.
Can symmetry of pain 
provide a plank for the sinking mind?
I cannot hold the curling smoke of a tainted fact. 
The fear, the anxiety, 
empowers the animal look.

An uncovered seed sprouting into 
tiny root on my hand
starts a conspiracy. 
People talk about the meditation,
and senile body shrinks. 
There is a song above the sorrow and
freedom from the assassination of ideologies. 
Hold my arm !



SATISH VERMA

Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme |
Lost in my life
everything is a myestery
i can not describe
what is happening in history

for life is not pain
going insane
when people have life
then the time perscribes a wife

when world comes to an end
then everything goes stright down the drain
so time is just a bend
for all the soul of the experments of the lain

for everyone trys
and everyone dies
when time just slows down
then i hit the ground

for everwhere i go
i just went really want to show
and things will not pass
as i go now in the grass

Copyright © jessie sellers | Year Posted 2006

Details | I do not know? |
Love is in the air.
Love is in the chocolate and flowers that you give to your husband,wife,girlfriend 
or boyfriend.
Love is better than hating.
Love is the best thing ever that can happen in life.
Your love will stay strong for somebody who you truly love and care about.
No matter what you do for the person you love, they will always thank you by say 
the heart warming words that everyone likes to hear, I Love You.

Copyright © Brezzy Saaler | Year Posted 2005

Details | Lyric |
MISSSter Buttons, 
	with the butt-butt-buttiest butt
MISSSter Buttons, 
	that run-run run-around mutt.

He loves to lick you in the face
He'll follow you to outer space
He'll bark at someone at the door
He'll mess the carpet or the floor, Oh!

MISSSter Buttons,
	with the butt-butt-buttiest butt
MISSSter Buttons, 
	that run-run run-amuck mutt.

Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |
Does anybody want a treat?
Savory or bittersweet?
Come in from the street 
For something to eat
Does anybody want a treat.

Does anybody want to play?
And have a lot of fun today?
Fetch me a stick 
Or do me a trick
Does anybody want to play.

Does anybody want to run
Underneath the blazing sun?
Does anyone
Want to have fun
Does anybody want to run.

It's dark! Are we ready for bed?
Laid out on the bedspread!
Wearing a smile
And heaped in a pile
Is anyone ready for bed.

Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2018