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In a dog's life.We get toy balls, and toy bones
to play with.In a dog's life.We get names like
Rover, and Lassie, Rin Tin Tin, and Lucky.In a
dog's life.We chase balls, and cats, and cars,
and deer, a bird, a pheasant, or a little girl's
Christmas present.In a dog's life.We like milk
bone dog food, crunchy biscuits, and crunchy dog
treats.We like dog foods with plenty of meat.In a
dog's life.We jog along, when the master goes out
for a run, or we run all day long in the back yard,
just for fun.In a dog's life.We catch a flying frisbee.
As it floats through the air.We make all kinds of
noise.As we chase off the grizzly bear.In a dog's
life..
Doggy Pet Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
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I knowest there'd be rime aplenty,
forthwith I see frozed sea of many
unlearned sorts who'd unread apiece
of Dante's acclaimed centerpiece
for had they'd all, with certainty ... read,
be fire and brimstone, nay hoarfrost instead.
I cometh ere thee, by the powers that be,
for one lost soul, numbered among thy frozed sea,
oh there'd be rhymes, and yes there'd be reasons
much too many, for alone, will tax the seasons,
but you see ... there's been a request ... a simple plea,
and as you've deduced by my presence, all three agreed,
so let's be quick about it, and let's naught dawdle
let's naught keep 'um-waitin', lest your place be a puddle,
say what? what? say it again, what did you say my dear old friend?
you wish naught to partake and attend, you wish to retire and put to an end,
all of that, say you, discern no ... perceive yon thoughts fear now,
oh my, it'll be an inferno, all melts and they'll burn, like you ... it will be ... eternal.
why waste time for it'll be well spent, and prompts said post ere be no dent,
the course was made as they were meant, I fear the change from their intents,
will only conspire, brimstone and fire,
and that will align his true desire, bring back the pit of Hell that inspires,
and lead us naught in league with temptation, woe afeared befallen depths of damnation,
if a rose blossomed where had been a carnation, would a bee sting upon said skin turn shiny be seen as an attraction?
OH woe Ismay, Titanic, it be ... OH, hello you three ...
Kitty cat, your eyes glowed in pitch darkness
Like two emeralds set on a black foil.
You paced restlessly across the doorway,
With your tail curled at your back like a coil.
The night was still and not a leaf fluttered.
In your sharp ears fell the faint sound,
Of the nuzzling of fledglings in a nest.
Agile and alert you looked around.
Sensing, there was chance to spot a prey,
Following the trail of that faint sound,
Down you slid along the steep wall.
In a nest, three birdies on a small tree, you found.
Bare of plumage, they were like pieces of flesh
And too young for fight or flight
Their mother had sadly flown away
Never expecting them to be in any sad plight
You poised, rising on your hind legs.
With claws sharp, you got ready for the kill.
The fledglings yielded to your needle like claws
And in a second, all was silent and still.
Ode to Lua, my dog.
Lua was lost, she was gone.
I wanted to be gone with her.
She was my last, my lost child, my full heart.
Confused I was, I had to get up.
No reason to wake up.
Loneliness crosses my mind.
My soul is empty. Questions and answers.
I don't have my dog.
We crossed together so many bridges, that nobody can understand.
We both climbed mountains,
but we went down.
Black and white, skin and bones.
Dark and light, both together, only one.
Eating a big meal at Christmas time we were.
Sleeping on the edge to nowhere, we warmed each other.
Discovering new cities, new beaches, new horizons. Just me and you.
You were flying into another dimension, and I didn't know.
You talked to me, but I didn't want to listen.
You weren't there the next day.
I will regret the rest of my life.
You, my Lua, my everything, my nowhere to be found, my everything to look for.
61.
Ode to God the Son
Almighty God our Savior
You deserve our great honor
Your mercy is Thy splendor!
Human form of God up there
Teacher, doctor, messenger
Manifest divine power
Like us, He eats, walks and sleeps
Laughs, gets angry, even weeps
Feet get hurt while tending sheeps
Being listened to and mocked
Believed, received, deceived, knocked
Driven-delayed, hastened-cocked
Subjected to mortal loss
Whose bones, flesh and blood compose
Sweat, tear, pain and timed repose
While Satan here still survives
With us to whom he connives
We'll wait ‘til Jesus arrives!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
Languor, an idle mind’s self-induced rot
When meanings and motivations vanish,
Wants no more, nor wishes, whys nor yet what,
Not so kindles mind whose fires extinguish.
The doom of not-what-so-happens descends
To idle mind, no sin seems so evil
As to be forbidden. A rare soul stands
Up to turn creative by utter will.
An oasis of green thoughts in desert
That commands all the length and width, no height,
And ye Tedium come to cut down the crest,
Light up few lamps that can banish one’s blight.
Thy only cure comes from one who’s curious
Beyond cure to live up fuller and rife,
Curiosity, a birthplace of genius
Who’d rather die dead tired than live a dull life.
To do same things demands duty’s dour call,
Leads to boredom nor frustration’s red rage,
A lot we do is routine and trivial,
To do which and stay sage still calls courage.
No man’s got bored seeing the same old Sun,
No sage, in searching same essential truth,
A routine can well be a lot of fun,
It is a small mind that gets bored in youth.
So, thou art a child but of recent birth,
Man has lived for millennia without thee,
Go afflict smaller minds of idle mirth,
Not those that creatively curious be.
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Ode | 05.03.2023 |
"Oh,my dear black cat", You are darker than the midnight, Your growl frighten the fruit bat, . And your eyes are as bright as the light. Like a bat, you have protruding ear, Your sharp claws catch your prey, And your hidden attack causes fear, You are not seen much during the day. You are active at dawn and dusk, And you sleep very well all day, Your family gives us a scented musk, And you make our home a place to stay. You need a smaller space to hide, Sometimes you make a strange chirping sound, You spend more time in grooming like a bride , And you are often found near the fishing ground. You reduce our feelings of loneliness, And your purr can calm our nervous system, Your cleanliness brings us holiness, And you are an excellent companion of wisdom.
Love is a smile, a tear, a touch
Love says it all and means so much
Truly love's what happiness is
Pure contentment, delightful bliss
Love is gentle and love's refined
Love is what brings us peace of mind
It is the language of one's heart
Devotion in a craft of art
A gift of joy in every way
Love is the splendour of one's day.
Loving someone above oneself
That is the true meaning of wealth
Being together all life through
A unity made just for two
Love is the key that turns one's heart
Love is forever from the start
The sunshine that brightens all days
Bringing joy in so many ways
Love weaves a blissful habitat
And love always boomerangs back.
Love raises up one's inner soul
Love is feeling special and whole
It's the fire that keeps hearts burning
Through life's many twisted turning
Love ignites the spirit aglow
Along the years that come and go
Love is a reason for living
Two souls receiving and giving
Love's an eternal rhapsody
An ode to love’s sweet melody.
I
Namibia is my most beloved country,
Like it is a marvellous Beulah land
With a mighty will, great glory
So, be glorified, my free Motherland.
From red sand deserts to the shining shores
And the sun gives me its setting,
Echoes of the seagulls melodied its choruses,
Masterpiece of Paradise is mesmerizing.
II
Wisdom of the people is ancestor-given
As whose blood waters our freedom is glorified,
Their heroism is unforgotten
And the blessing of diverse culture is bespoken.
What makes me so proud today?
Being a Namibian and free is what I cherish
My love for the Motherland is displayed everyday
May the dreams of my country flourish.
The world awaits with bated breath
pause, listen and most all feel
there it is, a deep sense drumming
in the back ground coming to life.
we all feel it, indeed yearn for it
insistently wait for it to come
then all of a sudden we can feel
the gradual warmth winter is defeated.
He shies away taking with him the freeze
allowing SPRING her rite of passage
everything comes back into blossom
almost battling each other for its space
All around we see new tender leaves
feel her warmth stirring things to life
watching birds fly to and thro building
busily their nests for new hatchlings
Riotous notes peel out thrilling us
as delightfully they fill the skies.
Snow drops fading as crocus fill
beds with startling shades of colour.
At last we can peel of the extra layers
wear our pretty clothes never can we
match Spring's awesome display of style
Indeed she gayly leads us towards Summer