Now torn from out the home I’ve ever known,
Propelled by unseen winds to stray away,
The chilling rain that bathes my form is shown
By moonlight in this dance of swift decay.
I twist and turn as tender veins now tear,
Impelled by gales that push me to the dark;
My frantic tumble plunges down to bear
With sudden force against this rugged bark.
Yet, resting in this comforting domain,
I bow, amazed to know the sun will rise;
A deeper life shall bless the soil again,
Where quiet roots ignore the stormy skies.
Held fast within the forest’s cool embrace,
I fade into the shadows of this place.
Quote " Dogs are not our whole life ,but they make our lives whole." By Roger Carus
When his soulful eyes gaze at me
As he snuggles into me, on my knee
Very demanding dachshunds are
His high pitch bark, could see me far
His qualities are great,~ apart from the bark
Don't need an alarm, he's up with the lark
Wouldn't have him any other way
For Reggie is here to stay
Deep in this heart of mine
Yes he's simply divine
Loves to chase his ball
Been like that from he was small
He will be two in December
Same month as me ~ always remember
Loves his food and treats
His needs are met~ he sure eats
He loves to bury himself into his fleece
Makes a den with cushions so at peace
Then falls asleep
Looks so cute can make me weep
Dogs are true loyal friends
That love us too the ends
There was a young dog
he got lost in a fog
He couldn't get home
all night he continued to roam
When the fog cleared
there were things that he feared
He started to bark
he was scared of the dark
Now he's back home and having some fun
he and his owner just back from a run
night time
darkness settles
wind is still and quiet
wild coyote breaks the silence
soft bark
The night was very dark,
the rough seas gave out a bark.
Would our small boat the Ark,
make it in these tall waves or stay in park?
Then we spotted the light,
it was small and not bright.
Just a blink of white,
then out of site.
We finally got docked,
were told the lighthouse could not be unlocked.
It was haunted many would say,
we know the truth about that day.
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As ash the oak remembers the kiss of the flame.
Fallen branches remember the wind’s caress.
The bark is armor hardened by time.
Her leaves hum lullabies for the sun.
Beneath her boughs, the breeze begins to breathe.
She stands. She waits. She grows. She knows.
My dog’s name is Thalia—
she barks when her tummy’s empty,
barks if she wants my attention,
and barks when a stranger wanders too near,
as if she owns the whole block.
One afternoon in the kitchen,
she just wouldn’t stop.
I figured—alright, food again—
so I scooped her a bowl.
But nope. Still barking her head off.
Curious, I went out to see what was going on.
And there she was—curled up on the sofa,
out cold, not a care in the world.
So… who was in my kitchen?
I was halfway to the car,
still trying to puzzle it out,
when a voice broke in—
“Wake up, Madison, we’re almost late!”
That’s when it hit me—
I’d been chasing a dream all along.
And like life itself,
it showed me that friends may be found anywhere,
but when the truth sinks in,
you see the ones who matter most
are those who’ve stood beside you
through thick and thin.
My dog is outside warning strangers off our property
the neighbors, delivery men, me if I walk up the driveway
stay away or you will be sorry, says his ferocious bark
it is deep, hoarse and fierce sounding
He treats us all as if we have machetes and stabbing knives
until we get closer….
if we get close enough, he leaps all over us with joy
me, the delivery men, neighbors, burglars, murderers
He is joyful to have a person to play with
If a child comes by, he goes nuts
Follows them home
His bark is totally deceiving
The wind moves soft through silver air,
A hush upon the waking sea,
And morning spills its golden light,
On white foam on the bark of the tree.
The waves have whispered through the night,
Their hands have shaped the fleeting spray,
Now pale as ghosts in trembling light,
They gleam and softly fade away.
A moment caught, a breath held fast,
Yet time dissolves what cannot stay,
Like love that flickers, fails, and past
The trembling dawn is washed away.
Oh, let me be as foam so light,
To touch the earth and kiss the sky,
A fleeting thing, a hush, a white
Soft echo as the waters sigh.
I hear a barking dog in the distance tonight
Not a desperate bark or a warning bark
One of those weird I-am-bored-with-life-barks
Neither of my own dogs respond
They also have no use for small constant yipping dogs
Like a smoker's cough
the dark bark of your rough skin
Married many times
A barking dog never bites
yeah, right, just try telling that to the neighbors
German Shepherd!!
Lions don't barks
They roar
Always active and focus
Ready to take action at any time
They set eyes on a prey or an attacker.
Lions don't relent
They go furiously and fearlessly
After what they want or need
No matter the recklessness.
In the game of life
Be the lion
Pursue your dreams relentlessly
Go after all you want or need
Slowly and steady without hesitation
If you're afraid of failure
You won't begin.
When I was in my personal cell, I heard a low ring tone from my cell,
Actually it was the weakness of the cell, The buzz made a vibration in my body's cell, It remembered my pet dog's bark,
when the storm had broken the tree's bark, The noise caused the flight of the bat, Finally, I fashioned the bark into a cricket bat.
Spike whimpered and barked
Door open, gate open too
Spike paced on the porch
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