Dog Heart Poems

Enthusiasm, a fickle friend,
Illumining the soul, or chasing an end.

A trumpet call to start the race,
Run with heart, or without a face.

Honoring the master’s call...

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The God Behind the Curtain

By Mark D. Stucky
Curtains sometimes keep apart things that need connecting
and conceal things that, in their time, need uncovering.

“Pay no attention...

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I was only four, 
when Blackie my dog died. 
My dad ran my best friend over, 
yes it was a horrible accident. 

 
I was...

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Donning sable spots on buff hearts:
With all the resolve an’ brutality 
They pursue their prey;
Stopping at nothing but the 
Quarry’s final gasp for a breath...

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A sweet new pup
came into my life
So young is he
but sadly you see
Already 
I am his third Mum
Abandoned twice
Through no fault of his own
He lived...

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To My First Dog


Long asleep in your unknown grave,
My companion, loyal and beloved
Throughout my youth’s growing years,
You cannot know nor now see
How you do still...

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Quote By Poet "True friends know when to keep their tongues locked up and not to speak."

Can you keep a secret?
If you can,
then you are...

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How can we show others, help them understand?
By doing loving things to help our fellowman?
Letting love flow through us would be a good start.
We should...

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I can still remember visiting a small musical town,  
a young boy holding his hat and singing his heart out for money.  
His...

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I’ll hold you’re heart and never let go, 
In the name of love, name of love. 
I said a thousand times and now a thousand...

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Drifting slowly as time slips away like a dog spinning faster and faster but never catching it's tail.
I have been here before floating in this...

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Quote By Poet "Puppies and kittens are what little kids dreams are made of." 

My puppy is tan and small,
she likes to sleep in mommy's shawl.
She...

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This true story must be told,                                       ...

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My work is identity
The axe in my hand
No blisters to bother me
As for years I just stand

The weeds and the flowers
Call me back down to...

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Without a bark or growl,
he quickly turned the corner;

But oh, the site and size of him!
I knew that escaping him was slim.

It seemed that out...

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