Long Pets Poems
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The arrival of the vermin
It has now been confirmed there more rats
then people in Paris, I`m thinking of the furry kind
that lives under floorboards and drainage systems.
They have come out from their hiding holes,
walk unafraid up to the centre of the city, sit outside cafes
demand to be fed; dogs and cats have fled fearing
for their life. There is way out of this; we take the most prominent rats
tame them to attack other rats; to kill them on sight.
This new breed of rats will become our pets
some will like them so much they will have
five or six, and of course, there will be competitions.
We will fear our former pets like we fear the wolf
tell stories about them and go hunting them to extinction.
Jealousy
Women, whether members of the Stop
or not,
Stop chaining your man to you.
They are not animals in life's Zoo!
Men don't like chains, anymore than
you do.
It must be horrid to live a jealous life.
Where, you, like a lion trainer,with
a whip and a chain.
Keep a great man from following his heart
and his dreams.
And even making a simple comment, you
see as a scheme?
Male poets here~ here's what's going on
with me,
I can't comment to some of you, even
in an innocent way.
Your lady construes any comment I
make in a conspitorial way.
I am afraid truly, to read some male
poets!
Comments are posted, I pose no danger,
and you all know it.
Panagiota Romios
5/2/2019
3:00pm PST
I found myself walking in a green magical forest,
with bright flowers and creeping vines everywhere;
the trees were breathing and the flowers whispering,
and those vines were moving- twining toward me.
I had gone to bed and grandma had tucked me in,
under my patchwork quilt I lay on my pillows;
I really loved my attic room and all my toys and pets,
especially Flippy Flop my cat and Dippy Dot my dog . . .
I read for a bit under my fancy lamp until my eyes closed,
then Teddy, nudged me and said- lets go on a journey
so, off we went with everyone following, oh dear, I said,
there was Flippy Flop, Dippy Dot, Teddy and all my toys too.
The rabbits, dolls, puppet soldiers, and three white horses,
we walked along- a long parade into the magical forest;
suddenly, my blue bird was flying over and a fairy doll too,
we went deeper and deeper into the green, oh dear, I said.
Along the way we stopped to chat with the trees and flowers,
the vines caressed us with tickles- little creatures giggled;
we saw pretty things like a gang of butterflies fluttering,
and hummingbirds whirling their wings so fast we laughed.
On and on we went until my eyes closed because I was sleepy,
Teddy, can we please go home, I miss my bed and pillows . . .
In the morning, Teddy was tucked in beside me and I kissed him,
Flippy Flop and Dippy Dot guarded me and all my toys watched.
Grandma came to wake me, asking sweet- how was your sleep,
I answered, GREAT, I went on a journey, and she just smiled;
It was time to get up for the day but I could not wait until bedtime,
and another journey with my pets, Teddy and my toys following.
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January 24, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/A Magical Journey
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1107-663-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, A Fairy Tale For Children
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
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Submitted to Strand Select G
Brian Strand
Second Place
outside, I usually I keep my stegosaurus Wild Willie hidden,
but if I shriek he comes at a gallop, feeling validated and bidden.
Police have come twice, called by my neighbor Sam, who is full of fright.
I laugh, asking who has ever seen a real dinosaur, right?
Willie cannot got to work with me, because I work at an elementary school.
They do not even allow pets, for fear they might sweat, potty, bite or drool.
He stays at home in his corner eating eggs and rice, watching Netflix.
His tail accidentally opens the curtains, which causes a real conflict.
I bring home eggs and rice, so Willie is totally content and clean.
He has a little poo pile out back, where his poos are used for flower sheen.
We have never had an argument or disagreed on anything remotely big.
Except he did have a hissy fit when I suggested adopting a pot-belly pig.
I have written a lot of poems and stories about this, that, and the other,
but none has captured the interest of "Soupers" more than my poem about
a CAT. He/She wasn't even my CAT, and presently, I don't know where she's/he's at. That's right; I'm sorry to say that I never became friendly enough to learn of the CAT'S gender. In fact, I have not owned a pet of any kind for more than 25 years.
That particular neighborhood CAT did me a tremendous service,
and I never got to meet her/him. I told of how the CAT ran off all the rats that had camped out at a rental we decided to move back into after 14 years.
The tenants trashed the property both inside and out, and that CAT was
instrumental in assisting us on the cleanup.
Anyway, I took the time to gather some data about that poem I wrote about the CAT. Out of more than 1500 postings about people, pets, space, weather, church, politics, family, friends, etc., none comes close to the number of views of the poem about that CAT. I tell you, that CAT is ahead of the pack by far with just over 3300 views; and the closest rival comes in at just over
1400 with a theme about 'Changes'. The third highest was 1378 with a theme about 'Coffee'. I must say that my point of view is a most limited, although unbiased observation. Notwithstanding, my only conclusion is that people really love CATS more than other pets.
061721PS
I write on my pets, most often my cats.
I think I may even have written on rats.
I write on God’s gifts that in nature are found.
I write on things based on sight, smell, and sound.
I write on great landscapes, on seascapes and sky,
especially on sunsets that dazzle the eye.
I write on almost everything that I know of.
I think in particular, I write on love.
I write on romance, some made-up stuff too;
I write on things mostly that I think are true.
I write on emotions, on evil and hate.
I write on TV shows and food that I ate!
I write on opinions I’ve formed through my life,
my joys and my trials (like being a wife).
I write on my feelings and sometimes on grief
and often I write on how life is too brief.
I write on my friendships, my children and kin.
I write on some topics again and again!
In conclusion, on paper I write while in bed
scribbling thoughts coming to my pillowed head.
Kitten-play is sweet;
a precious jewel of a moment renewed
by each new discovery.
A butterfly-chase ending in a bumblebee moment
of enlightenment and sometimes
a succeeding “ouch”!
The butterfly is a more hospitable playmate.
Graceful leap into a patch of soft delicate wormwood;
A tree-leap, a prick on the nose from a rosebush;
it’s about as friendly as the bumblebee!
A jet-sprint to the patio results in a
back and forth stretched-roll on the warm concrete.
The pose that says, “I like this place; can I stay?”
Perhaps on another adventurous day
kitten will discover,
the catnip bush at the far end of the yard.
Vacation time—escape from daily chores;
excitement beckons from the sunny beach!
Refreshing ocean pounding at its shores;
the realm of freedom well within my reach.
Yet, part of me is trapped behind in gloom
in thoughts about my lonely feline pets
now boarded in a strange, confining room;
their lack of freedom stirring deep regrets.
If only they could know that I’ll return
to let them roam again the home they know,
and give them once again the love they yearn—
my heart would be relieved from aching so.
But what goes on within each little mind
while I am free and leave them caged behind?
Sandra M. Haight
~Honorable Mention~
Contest: Crazy Cat Lady
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged:01/20/2018
I am thankful for the Blessing of Life
Do you know where I’m typing?
On a granite table, in the beautiful home where I house sit
Thank you, Lord, for this grand opportunity
Do you know what I’m drinking?
Clean water in a glass
Thank you, Lord, for quenching my thirst
Do you know what I am eating?
Fresh fruit, vegetables, and meat
Thank you, Lord, for our bounty
Do you know where I will sleep tonight?
In a soft bed with sheets and blankets
Thank you, Lord, for providing so I can rest
It is not the big things that mean the most
It is not television or shopping, fast cars or recreation
It is the things that we forget about that God has given us
It is our family, our friends, our pets, our sun, and moon that mean the most
It is our opportunity to grow, to praise Him, to worship
It is clean air and pure water
It is that we are making it through Covid 19 and we will prevail
If we all would get on our knees, yes on our knees, and thank the Lord
If we all would praise Him not only when times are tough
If we all would just be thankful for Him yes thankful for God
We would know the real meaning of Thanksgiving and He would rejoice
I am thankful for the Blessing of Life
10/28/2021
Written for Thanksgiving Blessings Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
I was in an MRI today….
I thought of all the people who are kind to me
All the people who help me with things
All the people who have made a positive difference
- Each and every one -
I thought of sunrises and sunsets I have seen
The lakes and mountains and wildlife
I thought of flowers, crocus and Iris
And the sweet smell of the Lilac in the breeze
I thought of my pets who love me unconditionally
- And protect me -
Instead of thinking of the emergency string in my hand,
I thought of holding your hand at the river,
Watching the water sparkling, flowing on by
Instead of thinking of the loud hammering, drilling noise
Or the clamped helmet that was on my head,
I thought of these ongoing pleasant things,
And a poem was born in the MRI instead!
Heidi Sands
1/21/19