Still in my mind
many years pass
A life I didn't remember?
now there are endless tears
Memories that shame
are they real or not?
Broken dreams for the future
had in mind
Secrets you will find
inside the mind
Blind you were
for the child I see
Years pass and
now I see
The so many flashes
of abuse
That hurt me so
in mind, body and soul
How could you take
my innocence away
Which will be loss
forever more
Ever so blind
what you put me through
For your own self esteem
to make you happy
What about me?
You cure person indeed
Now you can't see the harm
you did to me
Now that I am growing old
I wish I knew what it was to be a child
How many others did you
take their innocence
Was it two or
maybe ten or more?
I quess you are getting
what you deserve
In heaven or hell
whatever it may be?
BLACKY
Blacky is a large (of course black) black cat
Who simply takes with me (and little else) his room
and board
With food he never strikes a mood
His passion is shrimp shrimp in all his food
Blacky is bored easily as are the main feline brood
He eats he sleeps he’d talk if he could
Petting is first loved then tolerated
Too much affection Blacky is sated (ho hum)
But let those tiny silky tail-fins stick out of a bowl
He’s dancing around and ready to roll
Oh, then, how he loves then how he rushes
then how he nudges prances brushes!
He’ll give me to know I’m his dearest friend
His antics (of the moment) never bend
Never fear his affections are merely on lend
For once bottomed out that is the end
At least temporarily
I turned on the computer
and did a few clicks
and half the world
was at my finger tips
I was shocked to see
so many folks
all looking for something
and what they wrote
Some were nice and some were mad
some were weird and some were sad
And I wondered if
they were all lost in a net
or if they were here
just trying to forget
The net hasn't helped me
forget about you
it just makes me sadder
it just makes me blue
And I wish for those days
when you used to be here
when I didn't need a net
to catch all my tears
Kentucky Girl
Passing meadows lush with grass
Rail fences painted white
Stretching off toward distant hills
I observed an remarkable sight
She was a Kentucky girl
Bred from champion stock
Proud and beautiful to see
From head down to fetlock
Her body was magnificent
Sixteen hands in size
A shiny, rippling chestnut coat
White blaze between her eyes
I could see she was a yearling
She had not yet been shod
A girl still basking in her youth
Pawing at the sod.
It seems she liked to flirt with me
By ignoring my advance
Then moving down the rails a bit
Giving me a sideward glance
She would not let me get too close
Though she had no fear of me
Perhaps she thought I’d harness her
She just wanted to be free
Much time has passed since I saw her
And admired her gentle face
But I know I was just born to watch
While she was born to race
Placed 4th in Carol Browns A Horse Story
Her name is Della, when she meows
she sounds like a squeaky toy and
looks like a pot belly pig.
Her fur is as black as can be eyes of
gold that sparkle like diamonds.
Once she had been lost but now she
lives with me bringing me more joy and
happiness than I could ask for.
Her name is Della, when she meows
she sounds like a squeaky toy but I
am glad she is my Kitty Della Mae.
I have 3 cats,
2 girls and 1 boy.
Sometimes when
I am bored I gather
them all up than it's
time to play dress up.
I dress them in lace
scarfs, ties and bows.
For awhile they all
play along until I go
to dress my man Louie
in a pink lace dress.
He looks at me and
Meows alright already.
The girls I dress in purple
pinks and lace I put them
on over their heads they
look so cute.
When everyone has had
enough dress up for the
day Della bats at me and
Lilly meows, hisses and
runs away to hide.
I can taste eternity on my lips
as I dance with you my powerful beast.
Your strength empowers me
and my confidence encreased.
I'm never afraid at your speed
you can run fast and I trust.
Like a knight in shining armor
there is no unjust.
The connection we have together
riding like the wind.
Carries me through times
when life has me pinned.
Two animals joined by forces
blind to the naked eye.
Ride with me, escape reality
It's not about a race.
Instead about grace.
Thank you for the times
we've galloped fast and then slow
whatever pace you feel is best
is ok with me you know.
Silence contains lots of meaning
It hard at times to take.
I began to understand though
Because your real and never fake.
I like it cool and I like it dark.
Long deep sleep makes me grrhhhhh.
Wake me, I'm a nasty mother.
My stride is slow, and low, and mean.
Piss me off, I dare you.
I'll show you how cuddly I can be.
Food binges turn me on,
Bring it all, I can handle it.
But watch your back,
You can't walk all over me anymore.
* *
*
I'm waiting for you.
Next time, you're dinner.
Contest
If I Were An Animal, What Would I Be?
Brenda Atry
5/12/2011
Eyes aglow,I roam without fear.
Ears pierced,a vibrating sound.
Claws emerge a subtle grip of ground.
Like a ghost in the night.
I am rarely seen.
Scoping the plain,checking the scene.
Smart and sleek.
I can hold my own.
Tempered set,I work alone.
Enemies exist.
They rapture me not.
Never will you catch me move lacking a plot.
''If I Was An Animal What Would I Be Contest?''
written by...Kacey Greenlee
kaceymike29
Am I white with black stripes
Or black with white stripes?
My blood-thirsty red eyes throw that thought away...
For when you look at me...
DEAD in the EYES...
You have no choice but to succumb to my beautiful terror.
But don't stare too long...
For my agile body and muscular legs can rip through space and time...
You won't have time to GASP...
Before me lies your limp body....
Pale and cold...
But that's how I like my meals.
I have the patience of a monk,
the speed of a falcon,
the strength of a grizzly,
the shyness of a mouse.
Few can see me in my homeland
where I'm hidden by the white arctic snow.
And I might look "cute"
But I AM deadly
I AM a monster
I AM a white tiger.
Hosea Griffith
"If I was an Animal, What Would I Be?"
A little bird flew in my window today
surprising me as he flew my way.
Seeing me he came to a stop
landing softly upon my countertop.
I tiptoed to my pantry door
grabbed some breadcrumbs I bought at the store.
The little bird seemed to know the brand
for he flew into my outstretched hand.
I poured the crumbs upon the countertop
he gobbled them up so fast I thought he would never stop!
Flapping his wings he gave out a big burp
covering his beak with one wing he gave out a little chirp.
Sheepishly he looked at me as if to say
"excuse me for being such a pig today"
With head held high he flew to my front door
as he flew by I told him he was
invited anytime he wanted more!
I have a dear old cat named Simba who is wise beyond his years.
He likes to lounge upon my lap and have me scratch his ears!
His soothing purr relaxes me and calms the rhythm of my heart,
But more than that he shares subtle hints that keep me from falling apart!
He's taught me to be satisfied with what I have and not to fret.
He doesn't ask much of me - just food and drink and his needs are met.
Simba has also taught me to set aside time to muse and contemplate,
To take an occasional nap, be of good cheer and to watch my weight!
I've learned from him the virtue of patience (Lord knows I need more of that),
As for hours he stalks unwary prey and pounces upon it in nothing flat!
This inscrutable pal has shown me the importance of perseverance.
His ritual laves have made me conscious of maintaining my own appearance!
'Tis well known that cats are curious and he has honed my curiosity,
That I might apply myself to meet life's challenges with virtuosity!
Now, if only he would share with me the secret of how he survives,
That mysterious matter of reincarnation so that I can enjoy nine lives!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
You dogs make me happy,
Always barking and yelping,
Always trying to protect me,
And to me your always helping.
I love your big ears,
And your long snout,
There is never a time
You make me pout.
I love how you jump when you
Know we're going on a walk,
I love how you understand me
When to you I talk.
I love the angels
You make in the snow,
I love how you (almost) never
Tell me no.
I love the constant dropping
Of tennis balls in my lap,
And when I'm done,
You too call it a wrap.
You will always be my first dog
I'll love you no matter what,
Even if most people (never me),
Think you are a dirty, stinking mutt.
Even though you can't read this, it's still dedicated to you, my lovable, adorable doggy,
Rusty!
I NURSE FROM MY MOTHER FOR 6 TO 8 WEEKS
A GOOD HOME FOR ME MY FAMILY WILL SEEK
I DEPEND ON MY NEW FAMILY TO CARE FOR ME
YOU WILL HAVE TO TRAIN ME SO ON YOUR FLOOR I DONT PEE
I NEED SHELTER FROM THE COLD AND HEAT
I PROMISE TO LOVE YOU AND TO LAY AT YOUR FEET
AS REQUIRED I HAVE TO BE FEED AND WATERED EACH DAY
THATS GIVES ME THE ENERGY I NEED TO PLAY
JUST LIKE YOU A DOCTOR I NEED TO SEE
IT WILL KEEP ME HAPPY AND DISASE FREE
I LIKE TO GIVE KISSES AND NEED SOME BACK
AND MY LOVE FOR YOU I WILL NOT LACK
I MIGHT LIKE TO SLEEP AND SNUGGLE WITH YOU
ALL I ASK IN RETURN IS THAT YOU LOVE ME TOO
I CAN PROTECT YOU AND OUR HOME
BUT SOMETIMES I DONT LIKE TO BE LEFT ALONE
IF YOU COULD GIVE ME A BATH AND KEEP ME CLEANED UP
I COULD BE BEAUTIFUL AND POSSIBLY WIN YOU A GOLD CUP
SOMETIMES I MIGHT FOLLOW YOU WHEN YOU GO ON A WALK
BUT DONT YELL AT ME JUST GIVE ME A STERN TALK
I LIKE TOYS AND THINGS TO PLAY WITH
BUT WARNING ME CHEWING ON THINGS IS NOT A MYTH
I NEED EXERCISE AND SOMETIMES I JUST LIKE TO BE LAZY
YES IM ALOT LIKE YOU, I KNOW IT SOUNDS CRAZY
AND IF YOU LOVE ME I WILL BE YOUR BEST FRIEND
AND WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE TO THE VERY END
Its been four days
I left you a rotisserie chicken in
your bowl
it was still there when i got home
I think I'm going to pore me another drink
but dam the bottle is empty
no way to get to town
so I will dwell on my loss
and hope you are alive
I'm starting to miss the way you play
and the way you tug on my paint leg
and that noise you make
they all told me that your kind are thieves
I don't think so
I know that all you wanted
was something to eat
I think tomorrow
Ill go out and look for you
But where?
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