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My Pet Poems, WOODY
Not long after our heart-stealing beauty
Watson passed, Jim drove me off from
The breeder’s and I sat in the passenger seat
With a cocker, colored a light maize/vanilla,
Cupped in my palms on my lap, while we
Discussed what to name him. He was
Our peace, to be our joy after the pain.
Alert, turning his head to note our voices; and
More comforting, like nostalgic times past,
Like a loved sweater kept for Saturday’s, or
The splendid fedora my dad kept placed just so
Atop his Chinese cabinet.
We called him Woody. It fit. Happy pup,
One dog even Jim’s mom adored, as
She offered to dog-sit and bought him
A stuffed monkey that he took 5 years to
Tear up, with only the squeaking head left.
It was playing ball that Woody loved.
Not even to walking with us in the park without
Scouring all over baseball in-fields and outreaches
For any and all balls he could find, at times
Eagerly perplexed about how to
Fit two in his moth at one time, which was
Much easier with tennis balls than softballs, but
The geometry missed him, making
Him huff laughs, while he kept trying to fit them.
Cocker’s hair grows long and, then, we
Couldn’t afford a groomer, so I’d trim him myself.
Once when he was older, I nipped him.
There was blood and I wept with apologies, until,
I’ll never forget, I learned from him on that day
About forgiveness. For he seemed to say,
Licking my hand, “What’s wrong, momma?
No harm done.” He comforted me. Not I, him.
If ever, there were a case to be made
For God sending us
Some angels in the form of dogs,
Woody was one,
Bringing love, lessons, loyalty, and laughter
— as dogs will do it — dear boy. Miss you.
Play ball!
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(c) sally Young eslinger 2021
Thanks be to God
As a kid I had a big imagination
and created a pet with wings
a tiny Pterodactylc bird
the size of a sparrow . . .
Squeaky was my very best friend
I could put him in my pocket
when I did my homework Squeaky sat on my desk
(oh, no one else saw him, I thought)
I fed him yummy bugs I caught
but oh, one night he ate my homework while I slept . . .
the next day the teacher was mad (!!!)
where is your homework Miss (?)
gulping- I whispered the whole truth and nothing else . . .
that my pet Pterodactyly friend
ate all my homework for an nighttime snack (!)
obviously that did not go well ~
so, I took Squeaky out of my pocket
putting him on my school desk
he stood there for a moment looking around bewildered
then, he flapped his wings- shot some flames into the air
and flew around the room squeaking . . . .
while everyone ran out the door _
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January 18, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/My Pterodactyl Pet
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1321-948-18
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, '...and then
a flaming pterodactyl ate my homework'
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 02/25/2021
Thirteenth Place
Well, here we are,
dear canine friend.
The Reaper is racing
towards us,
but I won't say Goodbye.
I'll say Thank You.
Thank you, Sandy,
for being the best friend
that I’ll ever know.
Thank you, Sandy,
for trotting
towards me
during my
loneliest hours.
You were
my confidante,
my guardian,
and my playmate.
Please know that
as I turn away
for the final time,
I’m not turning away
from you.
Our time together
is finished.
There is no sense
in sobbing
over the inevitable.
Then why do I
tremble
as I lumber away?
Why is my soul
coated
with sorrow?
I hear the Reaper
coming, dear girl.
He’ll take my heart
with you.
on my
lap cat
sits cute
fur adorned
feline beauty
my lovely
Rosy
my pet
ears upright
listens to my
melodic sweet
words I utter to
gently say to her as
she curls up beside me
in lissome slinky style
precious thing of mine
my animated delight
the lively pet I love
g her so very much
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a
c e f u l c a t
The store sign read “The Christmas House”
so we walked right in, greeted by giant Mouse!
Upon his head was a fluffy Santa Cap;
truly he was quite a friendly chap.
In the warm Foyer he took my coat;
a Chihuahua chorus barked holiday notes.
I knew they served great pet treats
but this place is amazing and sweet!
An elf waiter skated up to me
and handed me some wine and Brie!
To my dog Ben he gave a scone
shaped just like a big dog bone.
“Welcome, welcome, our new guests”
he sang to us with great zest;
“You’ll have the happiest time in here
I’m sorry, would you prefer a Nog or beer?”
I thanked him and said all was fine
and I swear that was a vintage wine.
we ate and drank and felt so merry,
I even enjoyed some plums and cherries.
Progressing to the other rooms
we smelled the finest of perfumes;
wafting from within the kitchen
of gingerbread, Ben ate a smidgen.
The next room had a singing snowman;
around him kittens played Kick The Can.
There were Christmas trees in each room
and pets could visit Santa on Zoom!
Christmas bones, and treat shaped mice;
were served by elves, how very nice;
I met the cat who did the cooking and baking,
jerky and chicken fingers he was making
Imagine my surprise as I drew near;
a cat chorus that brought me such cheer.
It was directed by a talented Dalmatian;
and my heart did swell with elation.
The harmony unlike any I’d heard,
those felines sounded just like songbirds.
poodles were hanging Christmas wreaths
a beagle hung icicles on a tree.
The animals left with packages galore;
it was a fine place, that’s for sure.
As we left a Great Dane gave a shout,
“Next year they’re hav’in a bigger blowout!”
“A Merry Christmas to Ben and his human,
we thank you for stopp’in by and Zoom’in.”
I wished them all great holiday cheer
and Ben and I’ll sure be back next year.
From the poems point of veiw
in each and every aspect
it's the writers obligation
to create and ochastrate
to provide indepth and create
interestit's ones aspect.
like a song with great dtail
and hreat sounds
and lyrics
the right performer
the right song
and situation
details the whole perspective
it was a fiction that united us
with a lack of details that divided
our interest
it's as sutle as a toothache and as
tame as a fluffball
did you hear the story of the guy who gathered
fluffballs and told the world it was his pet
the ball got so big
it ws something we could never forget
the fluffball would roll it was cute whenit
was small
but the bigger the fluffed up bvall got
the harder it would roll.
well one day while packing new fluff to the ball
the ball rolled
the guy could stop it it was to big and to tall
it squished the guy
there he laid underneah
until his wife came home and said
c
good greif
she pushed and pushed
suddenly the ball took a roll
it rolled over the floor
and then through the wall
I guess you get the understanding and point in such detail
control your passion
use good sence
let your charcter provail
Written by
The Poem
Scoop dew we e boop!
The 5 Stages of grief
Step 1
Denial surely that couldn't have been me
That just reversed over and killed you my Boomer
Step 2
Deny as I may did I just hear my 10 year old Niece actually say
Sorry Uncky Chris the Vet has had to put him down
Step 3
Everyone trying to make me feel better
Saying at least it was you
Can you imagine if it was someone else who did it ?
Step 4
NO !
How in any way would that make me feel better
I just killed the only thing in this life
I actually LOVED
Above myself, Above Anything
I would rather have killed Myself
Step 5
Dear Heart
You are dead to me
For you have taken all I hold dear and worthy to me
And you ask of me Denial ?
I choose neither to deny or fieign Denial
For my part and what i have done
I have to live with this
And so I should
No Denial nothing to deny here
Just guilt and a broken heart
On behalf of my part
But that won't make me whole again
Or bring you back to express just how sorry I am my 1 true friend
The only thing I can't deny
Or am in Denial of
Is just how much I loved you
And what you meant to me
Rest in Peace
My furry 4 legged friend
I miss you more than you will ever know
My Pet Poem, THE BETTAS
Like everyone else, I felt sorry
For the bright fish in the tiny cups,
Too many for too few homes, impossible
To think they’d not die there —
Sad,’cause it only follows:
Birds meant to fly, fish to swim.
We had a 20-gallon tank, but since
Even a single betta could
Take it over, not very nicely, and
With me being who I am,
I wanted one of those splendid bettas,
Almost more than I just
Wanted to save one from cup-death,
And give it a nice home in a 5-gallon
Tank bought just for him.
He was a red crowntail,
I named him Degas. He learned
To know me, swimming mouth to glass
When I entered the room,and
When it was his time to eat.
I’d put my face near the tank’s glass
To let him see me smile his way,
For 8 months before he died,
Making me sad,because many live 5 years,
And he was my artist of sweet.
Then, I cleaned the tank, cycling
New water, getting in turn
Over the next decade, 2 other red
Crowntails and then 2 blue, named
In order: Monet, Renoir Pissarro,
and Bogart.
And, just this past year I chose female
Bettas,who will live together,
Unlike the males. So,
The girls have “sororities.”
My new 8-gallon tank became home
To Martha and Mary, Azure and Blue,
All for obvious reasons. But,
For unknown reasons, here after 8 months
Only Azure remains.
God must have lessons to learn
From our having pet fish,
But, perhaps I think there certainly
Is something to be learned from
The daily observation of Moving Beauty
24/7, content in itself, without reward,
Ignorant of any possibility of applause,
Taking both life and death as they come.
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(c) sally Young eslinger 2021
Thanks be to God
An average human lives around seven dog lives,
four to six cat lives, over twenty gerbil lives
but only three or four chinchilla lives,
if our lone chinchilla who died at twenty
is typical and you’re not raising them for the fur.
We're slightly over the lifespan of wild African elephants
but more than double that of their zoo born kin,
roughly twice the life of an average dromedary,
although I’ve never known an average dromedary,
in between the mean for sperm and blue whales
but only eighty percent that of Galápagos tortoises.
Mind you elephants, dromedaries, whales and
tortoises aren’t normally kept as pets. Neither
are viruses, although technically speaking viruses
may not be alive to start with. But nonetheless
this novel coronavirus we humans have
adopted could change
the numbers for
our species.
We called him 'Bagel,' don't know why
An orange tabby cat, a friendly guy
Loyal as a dog, hunted rabbits for a living
To one and all, affection giving
Walked right up to strangers
Rubbed his fur 'gainst their legs
Stretched, yawned, rolled over
Half expected him to sit up and beg
Not an aloof bone in Bagel's handsome frame
The envy of all the neighborhood dames
Maybe we shouldn't have, but we finally had him neutered
Nights filled with cats screeching, we feared an angry shooter...
Our Bagel's in Cat Heaven now, drinking premium milk
Haven't had a cat since in his image, or of his ilk
October 06, 2019
A Rhyme about your favorite Pet Contest
Sponsor: Regina Riddle