Best Vet Poems
Tom's Rage ..
In Cage ...
Sharp Cuts ..
For Nuts ...
No Purr ..
From Fur ...
No Prowl ..
Soft Growl ..
Won't Spray ..
All Day ..
No Fight ..
At Night ...
Entice ..
More Mice ..
Neuter ..
Cuter ...
And How ..
Meeeoooow !! .....
I took my four year old one time to a July fourth parade
We found a place that offered us a little bit of shade
Sitting there close by to us was a white haired older man
His eyes were fixed on something as the parading soon began
My son was fascinated by the old man’s intense stare
And soon we saw he was looking at the flag waving in the air
It was the first thing passing by us as the parade began to start
And the old man struggled to his feet with his cap across his heart
As we stood next to this gentleman my young son asked me why
The older man was shaking and had a tear forming in his eye
Once we all were seated and the parade went on its way
We spoke with the older gentleman and proudly did he say
That he had served in the Marine Corps during World War Two
And he was very proud he’d served the red, white, and the blue
He said he’d lost his brother and his very dearest friend
But it had been an honor to have this country to defend
The older man then said he’d lost his son in Vietnam
And he said I couldn’t tell you just how proud of him I am
I hope that some will think about the sacrifice he made
So that we can all be here to watch this beautiful parade
The old man then put his hand on my son’s tiny head
And he gently ruffled up his hair as quietly he said
My son’s name was James but we always called him Jim
And seeing you here with your Dad it makes me think of him
My son sat very quietly moving next to the old chap
And reached into the bag we’d brought to get his baseball cap
He put the cap upon his head as we watched a marching band
And slowly he reached up and took the old man by the hand
Soon another flag passed by and I was quick to realize
The old man wasn’t the only one with a tear forming in his eyes
My own eyes started misting as I stood there most impressed
As my son stood with a proud marine with his cap across his chest
Cats don't like going to the vet,
In fact, they can get quite upset.
Somehow they just know,
When the crate makes a show,
They instantly begin to fret.
First they'll hide under the bed.
Getting them out fills us with dread.
They'll scratch and they'll bite,
And put up a fight.
Wish we could tranquilize them instead.
In the car they'll meow and cry,
Sounding like their going to die.
In the office they'll balk,
And no treat or sweet talk,
Will make them willing to comply.
Of course the vet knows what to do,
And after an exam and a shot, too,
They'll run into their crate.
Going home is so great,
We can't help but shout Yahoo!
7/31/21
THE DISABLED VET
Many wars have come and gone
These wars took men away from home
Some of them did not return
But the memory of them will always burn
Deep within this country's heart
These valiant men became a part
Of what secured this nation's might
That we may rest at ease each night
But what of those who did come back
Maimed, disfigured, and not intact
Perhaps a leg or arm is gone
Perhaps an eye or twisted bone
What can we do for this special vet
We want to help some way, but yet
We find it hard just what to do
To show him we know what he went through
Try to imagine how he must feel
The pain and suffering will never heal
It might have happened on the march to Bataan
At the Battle of the Bulge, or Vietnam
No matter where it all took place
For the rest of his life, he'll have to face
The disability that you can see
Which he sustained for you and me
So when you see one such as this
Don't turn away and pretend to miss
The look on his face you should have met
Take time to notice the Disabled Vet
14 February 1995
D Doctor Michelle Oakley, Yukon Vet
O On Nat Geo, best animal show yet,
C can bring the thrills of taking care of tamed
T to wild species, with her strength and famed
O operations handling moose and yaks,
R red foxes, musk-oxen, huge elk with racks.
M Michelle, a rugged lady, there on call,
I in helping animals both large and small,
C can teach an injured hawk to fly once more
H healing wings so one day it can soar.
E Even ailing porcupines get cured.
L Linx, when spotted ill, are gently lured
L letting her perform her healing skills
E ensuring we who watch enjoy the thrills.
O Often she helps out a local zoo,
A and mountain goats, mule deer, and caribou
K keep her busy if they're hurt or when
L land in danger birthing, because then
E every newborn life is nature's prize.
Y Yearly vaccines often can comprise
Y yielding into schemes to bring them close,
U upon which she will shoot a dart with dose,
K kindly making sure it hits the spot;
O often quite involved to give a shot.
N Nothing more exciting than to see
V vast Yukon plains with creatures wild and free,
E entrapped when needed, by a blowgun dart
T to be repaired by this vet's healing art.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Strand Select F
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 02/07/2020
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Your Favorite Habit-Forming TV Show
Sponsor: Tom Quigley
Judged: 08/25/2016
This TV series, 'Dr. Oakley - Yukon Vet' is aired on Nat Geo Wild,
I love this show!
I saw a man holding up a sign,
It read, please help me I have'nt got a dime.
I stopped to talk to him as he stood on the street.
he said please help me I have nothing to eat.
My heart felt heavy as I saw him cry,
I had to help him out and not pass him by.
His eyes were sunk in, his skin so pale,
a pathetic image of a body so frail.
His clothes were worn and tattered,
to help this man was all that mattered.
I asked him if he had any family to speak of,
he replied, "no mam" I have knowone left and knowone to love.
Again my heart went out to this man,
when all he needed was a helping hand.
So many people had passed him by,
and I had to ask myself why let him die.
He said please won't you help me I'm at my wits end,
so I told him I'd help him and be his new friend.
He said I'm just a homeless vet another man on the street,
there's more out there like me fellow soilders I meet.
I thanked this man for his bravery so true,
as my admiration for him so fondly grew.
I took him in and gave him a home,
greatful I was for the brave service he'd shone.
Duty Honor Code their duty has always been paid
They fight for our freedom so don’t ever let their memory fade
They battle for the righteous cause and sometimes end up dead
They endure hardships we cannot understand so recognize the blood they’ve shed
They’re the men and women of the military Navy Air force Marines and Army
This Memorial Day give thanks or remember a vet who has fought for our country
They conqueror their fear and go into harms way for people who are oppressed or
are
suffering from neglect
And all they are asking for from us is a little acknowledgement and common decent
respect
They’re the men and women of the military: Navy, Air force , Marines, and Army
This Memorial Day give thanks or remember a vet who has fought for our country
They’re the men and women of the military Navy Air force Marines and Army
This Memorial Day give thanks or remember a vet who has fought for our country
So fly your flags with pride and wear your Red, White, and Blue
But always think to yourself they are out there right now somewhere fighting for me
and you
They give everything that they have just for the sake of freedom’s price
So reflect on what they’ve done for us with there ultimate sacrifice
They’re the men and women of the military Navy Air force Marines and Army
This Memorial Day give thanks or remember a vet who has fought for our country
I expect
no respect
for the vet
from my pet,
I regret
as of yet
I’ve not met
Dr. Yvette.
Nice enough,
she’s tough
a bit rough
on Fluff!
I agree
that her fee
could not be
cause for glee
for Fluff or me.
Written August 26, 2022
A forgotten time he lived
A place of love and smiles
A place of family and friends
Young and full of life
He was sent to a forgotten war
His life to be changed forever
Doing what was ask of him
The pain in his heart began
Battleing fear and what he was sent to do
He returned to a time of resentment and hate
He endured the nightmares and the unbelievers
Standing on the edge looking down
She took his hand and led him away
Teaching him to smile again
Calming his heart with compassion and love
She taught him that life was possible
Unchained his heart and entered
He live today because of her
You light up my life
Their song
Dedicated to John and Julie
A noble trade a soldier made
To fight and serve my country
The cradle fix indoctrinates
A nationalistic junkie
As in Oman true colours shown
A philanthropic lie
Semper fi, death before dishonor
Ours is to do or die
I fought to serve my country
Well prepared to pay rhe toll
Blood sweat and tears I freely shed
But my country wants my soul
A bloody tale so deftly written
Etched deeply, growing colder
An ode so deathly chilling
In a song sung for a soldier
Carried high in the wind
For whom.the bell tolls
Dark secrets revealed
Like Dead Sea scrolls
I've toiled in the depths
Of a depraved quagmire
My feet engulfed
In brimstone and Hellfire
Though you can't bear the weight
Of a heart that is heavy
When it's your turn to pay
Can you handle the levy
A fight to the death
A bone for to eat
Do you fare any better
Than the dogs in the street
I don't know whence it started
With just one single tear
But pretty soon the damage done
Was far beyond repair
It hangs there in life's war-drobe
A shining Christening robe
Don the garb of Nationalism
That's worn around the globe
The tear in you had lain hidden
As tears so often do
Until that tear is beyond repair
From mending tread or glue
The Devils a joker
If its laughter you're after
But his punchline gets told
In the here ever after
I failed to find the honor
Nor the righteousness of war
Dulcet et decorum est
Is my deeply hidden scar
Our crucifixes broken
Scattered in Elysians Halls
No words of comfort spoken
As the Tears of Jesus fall
This fire warms me, every bit of my soul,
Down at my regular local.
Sitting alone, all the thoughts in my head,
To ponder before they're made vocal.
And the menu for the night on the old chalk board,
Hot pasta, soup, oysters or a steak.
They even have treats for after the meal,
A meringue, ice cream or cheese cake.
Soft music wafts throughout the whole place,
Past pokies, dim lights, and horse races.
And of course, as the place fills with people from work,
It fills with the regular faces.
I sit in this seat, same time every day,
Just an old war vet of a male.
It's here i feel safe, my family of friends,
Sitting quietly just drinking my ale.
Was sitting in my wheelchair in my den,
My son, playing with trucks on the floor.
The smell of pot roast wafting from the
kitchen door.
I thought I ‘d read a poem from this site
and then…..my heart was sore!
I began to weep, someone….a poetess
There has a very anti-American pen!
She’s an American and I,as a soldier,will say
Her love of American freedom-is dour..
She’s an ingrate, like many, she’d die living
under Communist rule for an hour.
I went to fight to keep this country safe from
ravages of war..
She complained life’s been ugly in the USA for
years?
Poor soul, needs to visit Arlington, all the dead
bodies and stop her dang selfish tears!
She lives free of war, has freedom, what does she
want.more?
The enemy is always at America’s gate!
Now, with only one leg, I can no longer or dance or run.
But to sing “Give Peace a Chance” is just plain wrong..
As many countries do not love America,
Their hearts full of jealousy and hate..
Maybe she should study history..not poetry!
As to the goodness of America …she lives
in the dark.
The teaching of America, as evil, is chilling
and so ignorantly stark
All who fought, or died, or lost limbs, in humble gallantry.
…….Would she..do that for me?………..
But, I’d be glad to meet her in the Park!
And show her pictures of the many friends I lost.
They never knew her …they died for her and paid the cost.
Sitting there, she, so safe and smug, penning anti-American
poetry, with a soul that’s unloving empty and dark!
7/31/2023
I called and called. She wouldn’t come.
Hiding in manzanita – had she
become a wild thing?
Search partner for eleven years.
Now, tumors in her lungs.
It was time. We’d dug the grave
and spoken the sentence.
Deaf to my command. A dog
who read my mind, who knew at least
five words for “find” – and I
imagined she didn’t understand?
A Man from Tibet
There was a young man from Tibet
Who had wanted to become a vet. But bitten by the hog, And chased by the dog, He took to his bed instead.
His clothing is mottled,
His beard speckled grey
and he takes up his post
by the road every day.
But he knows he’s depressed; he is always depressed,
And his sadness ferments like old wine, and the best
He can do is to drink. Feelings caught in the flow
Are washed further downstream where he won't have to go.
I’m staring ahead, and
The light will turn green,
And I drum on the wheel
hoping I won’t be seen.
I believe that I felt
Much the same long go.
My thinking habitual -
Ebb and a flow,
and the flow picks up force
As time courses along,
Then reaches the ocean
Where currents are strong.
Pepperoni and cheese
Are now comfortably seated
By me. Mr. Domino’s
Will be reheated
When I arrive home.
And at home I will peer
At the art on the frig.
It’s been there for a year.
The man is still there.
I roll down the window.
He rushes the car
Like a wave rolling
In with the tide from afar,
And recedes with the pizza.
There’s nothing I’ve lost.
When you get to the ocean,
No boundaries are crossed.
My light’s up ahead.
It helps order my day.
He’s back at his post.
I’m on my way.