Best Petted Poems

A crazy old man once told me,
“Heaven is made of the things you give away.”
It appeared he was next in line for heaven
as he had next to nothing left to give.
We shared a cup of coffee, conversation,
well not so much conversation
as a gentle walk through...

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Oh how sad, oh how glum,
Goodness gracious prater comes.
Writing winsome words of woe,
Endlessly stopping, never to go.

Whiling away the endless hours;
Scribbling sigils, clawing, I cower.
Oh how sad, oh how glum,
Goodness gracious prater comes.

Envy those not thus engaged.
Envy the prattle on the page;
Stroked, petted, tilled and...

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I want to tell you the story of my life.  I was born in a barn at dawn.  There
were eight of us but I was the only one with spots.  I was a calico cat.  Soon
people came to look at us...

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A "woof! woof!" shout-out
           goes out to a dearly departed
                    four-legged pooch
    ...

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She was the best pal we ever had,
Thinking about her still makes me sad,

Quietly wagging her tail for her food,
Silently waiting like a friend so good,

She survived death scare two times that year,
We prayed for her healing, God did hear,

She knew whom to bark at,...

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A**                                            ...

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Bluebells are a ringin' and springin' up like kites.
Thyme is rustling along, glimpsing at dazzling sights.

Fox tails are a wagin' in the breeze, zig-zagin',
strutting their charisma, to be petted beggin'.

Roses are perfuming, famous scent resuming,
competing with nearby lilac flowers blooming.

Be still, my bleeding heart, absorb...

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The year dear Callie - my best cat ever - fell victim to cancer,
she had lived 18 wonderful years
as queen of our house, for sweetly did that calico rule our hearts.
I’d realized too late her decline, so she couldn’t be saved.
  Selfishly I did...

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Woman’s Desire

What’s all this rigmarole and claptrap 
About the man being the only one thinking of sex?
Well, truth be known,
A woman, skin deeply eager, thinks much of it too…
Once leaving the job, after 
The shopping; the vaccuuming; the cooking; the pots,
Pans, and dishes; after the...

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The first time
Goodness?
or not
the first time I saw a man’s parts
I was five…….

Such confusion, such disbelief
hide and seek we played and in a a box he hid.
Sears had delivered a new frig
his sons and I “ally alley out free……..”
we called and ran from room to...

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She calls me up
Come over now
Let's experiment
Meow
 
On arrival
Dressed in black
Body purring
Like a pussy cat
 
Her leather-ed wear
Two thin strips
Flesh so open
Lips to hips
 
Stocking delight
Two pillars of black
Opening of joy
No turning back
 
Tying of leather
Lashed to her bed
Purring to perfection
Her wantings read
 
Stroked and...

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Freedom turquoise sky, golden wings and me
We are utterly delightfully unencumbered
Loved for ourselves
Admired
Petted

As we float happily on the golden wings
of happiness, sheer enthusiasm and joy
softly float precariously close to our best
friend tree, a twinkly, sparkly, tree of greenness and fun.

A quirky, tree, who has befriended...

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Oh, how sad, oh how very glum,
Goodness gracious me prater comes.
Still writing winsome words of woe,
Endlessly stopped, never to go.

Oh Lord, let not our life pass by
Let us do more than weep and cry.
Wallowing in morbid abode.
Endlessly stopped, never to go.

Whiling away the endless hours;
Scribbling...

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Sandra believed in Snow White, and Rapunzel, and Sleeping Beauty.
She waited for her prince for sixty years or more; men came along, but they never met her criteria.
They could not.
Although three really tried.
Not handsome enough.
Not powerful enough.
Did not have a horse.
Sandra spent her lifetime, dreaming...

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Dog demands attention and food.
Loves to be petted.
Rolls around on the floor like a pig in slop.
Legs in the air.
My husband claps.
I clap.
Her one trick.
She is the only baby who still lives with us.
The perils of being in our sixties....

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