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Long poem by Bob Quigley | Details |


He stood and aimlessly watched the parade of patrons and volunteers that wandered daily past his kennel.  All so familiar, so ordinary.  Just like every other day he mused.  Nothing new.  Nothing special.

Moving to the small crumpled blanket near the back of his cage, he turned several times and finally curled up, head on his paws, positioned so that he could watch the activity around him.  But in reality, he was bored.  It had been a long time since he had met each morning with anticipation.  Too many days.   Too much disappointment.  He would leave all that barking and racing to the front of  their cage to the younger pups who hadn’t figured out yet that the cute ones went first.  It didn’t really make any difference what you did to attract attention if you weren’t young or cute, or both.

Too much time had gone by to participate in the charade.  In reality, Walter had seen a lot of people that he would rather not spend a lot of time with.  You know the type.  Kind of hyper, bouncing from stray to stray, looking for a perfect dog.  Kids poking their fingers  through the kennel screen or banging on it.  Some even making barking sounds.  He didn’t need any of that and was glad when they were gone.

Walter was very picky.  Set in his ways after so many years.  He had had it good for  a long time.  An only dog in a household of two people that let him be himself.  No tricks. No stunts.  Just long naps and daily walks.  A yard to himself to reflect on what was for dinner.  He had been fond of his doggy bed in their bedroom.  Each night he would help his owner walk through the house turning off the lights and checking the doors before they climbed the stairs together.  And there was always one last good night pat before settling down.

But those days were gone now.  First one had become ill and went to the hospital and never came back.  The other one changed overnight, spending long days, sitting mostly.  The walks became less frequent.  Walter did what he could.   He could see it in their eyes that they were hurting from their loss. He would make a point of laying his head in their lap, trying to let them know that he missed them too.  At times like this, he instinctively knew that although it remained unsaid, they only had each other.

He remembers well the day that his owner snapped a leash on him and said, “well Walter, I’m afraid we have to say goodbye.  I have to go to a place where they won’t let me keep you, so I am going to have to let you go.”  Walter could see the tears in his eyes.  He knew it would do him no good to whine or resist.  It was obvious there were no alternatives.  And besides, it would just make it harder on his owner.  But he was going to miss him.  It was not going to be easy to adjust.

But adjust he did.   He had been here a long time now and had seen countless pups and dogs  trot past his cage with light hearts and  new owners, heading off with new found hopes and expectations.  But it soon became obvious that there weren’t a lot of people that wanted an old yellow hound.  Everyone wanted the young ones.  So here he lay, dozing a bit, but still keeping an eye on those walking by, many giving him but a glance before moving on.

He heard them before the saw them.  ”Honey” the voice said.  ”That looks like Walter, old Mr. Whitney’s dog.”  Walters ears perked up a little.  ”Do I know them” he thought.  ”They seem to know me”.  I’d better go take a closer look” and with that, he stood and slowly ambled toward his kennel gate, giving a cautious wag of his tail.

“It is him” the man said.  ”Walter, how you doing boy?  Do you remember me?”

And upon closer inspection, Walter did remember him.  He used to live right across the street.  He would see him in his yard and if Walter were to ramble over, he usually had a dog treat in his pocket.  With the recognition, Walter gave a little stronger wag and moved toward the fingers extended through the fencing.  It was good to see an old friend.

“What do you say hon” the man said.  ”How would you feel about bringing Walter home with us?”

Walter looked at the woman and saw her nod in agreement.  ”You wait here and I’ll go find a volunteer.”

The man bent down and said “What do you think Walter?  Would you like to go home with us?”

Actually, Walter decided, he could think of nothing he would like more.  A chance to go back to the old neighborhood with people he already knew.  What was there not to like.

Soon the woman returned and the gate opened.  A leash was snapped on Walter and together they proceeded past the rows of dogs and puppies, all vying for their attention.  Walter couldn't help but stand a little straighter, stepping a little more lightly, showing off.  ”This is what going home looks like guys.” he thought.  ”Good luck and goodbye”.

As they neared the car the man said “I can’t believe we found you Walter.  There is someone I am going to take you to see.  I can’t wait to see the expression on his face when you walk in his room>”

Walter, of course, knew exactly who he was talking about.  And he couldn't wait to see the expression on his face either.

Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by John Posey | Details |


(Circa 1910) Grandpa had a bulldog whose name was Tige. They were close – as close as honey and bees. If Grandpa felt a cold comin’ on – Well Ol’ Tige was the one who would sneeze Grandpa was noted for his wealth and generosity. His love for me was demonstrated when he paid my college fees. The love he held for Tige was almost the same for me. And ol’ Tige was always with Grandpa wherever he might be. College life was different then, separation was the norm. And years at Alma Mater meant years far from the farm. Students have it difficult and allowances soon shrink So, short of money there, I soon began to think. Grandpa, bless his giving heart, quickly came to mind That bulldog owned his generous heart – if somehow I could find Some way to convince my grandpa to increase the money sent -- I came upon a devious plan – and this is how it went. I wrote and told my grandpa, “There’s things you ought to know. The things they’re doin’ here at school will set your heart aglow.” “They’re takin’ all these sorts of dogs – it came as quite a shock Grandpa, you won’t believe me, they’re teachin’ dogs to talk.” Now grandpa loved ol’ Tige so much it didn’t take him long To ask how much would it take to send ol’ Tige along? Well, when I gave a figure, Grandpa was satisfied If this crazy scheme was figured out, there’s no place I could hide. I kept feeding grandpa all sorts of good reports How Tige was a star pupil and mascot of all sports Two years passed and soon there came the time to take Tige home Grandpa was so excited -- Tige was never more to roam. Grandpa came runnin’ when I stepped down off the train. His eager eyes were searching for what he’d never see again. “Where’s ol’ Tige?” he asked, as we began to walk. “He’s not comin’.” I replied, “C’mon we need to talk.” This morning I was shaving in the bathroom by the sink And Tige was justa talkin’ when he looked at me and winked. “Ya know’ he said, “I’ll be so glad to be back home at last.” There are some things I’ve thought about that went on in the past.” “I was standin’ at the mirror with my razor in my hand Ol’ Tige was talkin’ ‘bout some things he couldn’t understand. I could not believe the lies he told – things he’d seen first hand Like the times he saw you wrestlin’ with that female hired hand.” His words just lit a fire with the pictures that he painted I almost couldn’t help myself – Grandpa, I nearly fainted. It seems that I lost it some and when I finally woke, I’d grabbed him by the backa his neck and cut his lyin’ throat. I know grandpa was shaken, I saw it in his eyes. A look of consternation he could not disguise He seemed to be relieved, as he looked at me and said, “Now, Son, I really need to know, are you sure ol’ Tige is dead?” Years have hidden the truth of this deception that I wrought. I’m the one who wove deceptive tales that everybody bought. But when the truth is told at last and no more lies are found You’ll gladly find an ending that surely will astound. Grandpa? -- He now lives with Jesus, and me? -- I’m headed there. Tige? – I know he’s still around though I shouldn’t tell you where. We made a pact some years ago when things went awfully bad. For years he’s been the best darn mascot my school ever had.

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2012

Long poem by Robert Candler | Details |

Two's Magic Nose

Such a nose had Ol’ Blue.
Best in south Missouri... everybody knew.
Could smell a pheasant across the plain.
Could point a covey in a hurricane.
That’s the way the legend goes.
Ol’ Blue had a “magic nose.”
As Blue got older, his master’s mind would drift away
To a place where he and young Blue used to play. 
In the mornings, sitting over his coffee cup
He found it sad there were no pups.
He thought it would be such a shame
If the only memory was Ol’ Blue’s name.
So, Jim was compelled and full of pride;
He made a search, far and wide,
To find Ol’ Blue a suitable mate.
No doubt, his offspring would be great.
It seemed likely, he supposed,
At least one pup would have his “magic nose.”
She was a Champion Miss from New Orleans,
A beautiful “red” named Cajun Queen.
But Blue suddenly passed away, before the pups were born.
Jim was broken hearted.  He and “Queenie” mourned.
Then came the litter, but there was only one.
Jim struggled for hope; after all, he was Ol’ Blue’s son.
Dappled and lanky, a handsome little cuss,
He looked just like Blue.  Jim made such a fuss.
Naming this pup would require no ado.
It was obvious.  Officially, he would be “Blue Two.”
Oh yes, these were mighty large tracks to fill.
“Can he?”, folks asked.  Jim would say, “Heck yes he will!”

So his nickname became “Two” and he seemed to be smart.
Soon it was time for his training to start.
The basics went well, but Jim’s outlook grew very dim
When, instead of pointing, Two would wag and jump and bark at him.
Oh, Two seemed to be trying; but try as he might,
He just could not seem to ever get it right.

“Blue’s son or not, he’s got to go!”
Jim found Two a “pet home” far away, in Tupelo.
On his way back, he stopped in Texarkana.
Been too long a time since he’d seen his sister Hannah.
Six days and six pounds later, he was back on his way.
Work at the farm was callin’ and he’d be drivin’ all day.
He thought about Ol’ Blue and wondered if and when
He’d ever have a birddog as good as Blue again.
Oh, he knew another “magic nose” was just a far off dream;
After all, it wasn’t something any man could scheme.
A “magic nose” was a gift from God, only given to a few;
And he was proud and very lucky just to have known Ol’ Blue.
As he turned into his drive, he broke into a smile.
“Why… I can’t believe it!  It…It must be 300 miles!”
Two was on the porch, thin and dirty; but he struck a handsome pose.
Jim ran and hugged Two hard.  “How’d you get back?  Lord only knows!”
Suddenly Jim realized; and struck with awe, he slowly rose.
A tear trickled to his smile.  “Why Two… you have a “magic nose!”
Two and Jim are best of friends, together everywhere.
From milkin’ cows to bedtime, Two is always there.
Jim doesn’t hunt much anymore, now Two’s a rescue dog.
Just last month, he saved a little girl lost in Cooley’s Bog.
Jim struts and tells proud, heroic stories;
While Two wags and jumps and barks, and shares his glory.
Jim boasts, “Like father, like son!”, then speaks fondly of Blue;
But all know the largest tracks to fill are those of Two.
His deeds are known far and wide,
And fill Jim’s heart with love and pride.
For with every rescue, the legend grows;
About a dog named Two, and his “magic nose.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Cinda Carter | Details |

Natalie and Nancy

We believe in their first home they were somewhat abused.
So, when they first came to our home they were afraid and confused.
We coaxed them out by giving them water and food.
We met their needs and before you knew it they were sleeping in our bedroom.

Natalie has been blessed with personality. 
We think it's cute to think of her as Miss Congeniality.
Nancy is full of form and grace.
We like to think of her as a Miss America coming into first place.

Natalie is the motherly type in nature.
She's also comical but by far she's especially gracious.
Nancy is timid and shy.
But when she wants to be petted, she has a petite little cry.

Nancy and Natalie are sisters and seem very smart.
They've never been separated or apart.
All they had was each other.
With the protection of our Heavenly Father.

I have learned much by observing them.
It is on us that they totally depend.
Most of the time they seem so relaxed.
This is a simple fact.

When their needs are met,
They do not fret.
And while we love and comfort them.
All their fears disappear and we become the best of friends.

They still show signs of fear periodically.
When I watch them, this is what I see.
With a gentle touch of the hand or with a soft-spoken word.
Their fears are relieved for sure.

They come and go as they please.
They enjoy each others company and the feeling of being free.
For the wounded of heart, God can and will cure.
It is true in what God says in His word...

"His perfect love casts out fear"
I find true comfort in this, that He is always near.
He is there to comfort us.
All He wants is our love and trust.

With His unconditional love.
My fears disappear, and which can only come from God above.
Our little animal friends and pets.
Are no different in some respect.

We enjoy watching them run about and play.
They are more relaxed and not so afraid.
We all have some kind of fear.
But it is our Heavenly Father that draws us near.

Thank you, Lord for Natalie and Nancy, our two cats.
Thank you, for all You have given us and where our lives are at.
But most of all for giving to us your Son, Jesus the Christ.
Who is the giver of Life.

P.S.  I wrote this poem in their behalf in 2006...We brought them home in April of 2005, they were almost 5 years old...Nancy died in August of this year, 2015...She lived with us for 10 years...It was a very sad day when we lost her but I was able to spend her last minutes with her in order to comfort her...Nancy was buried in our garden in the front yard...So, I would very much like to dedicate this poem to her...She was so, special to us...We still have Natalie and are so, grateful for her, she will be 15 years old this fall in October...I dread the day she must go too...Natalie, will also be buried out front in our garden so, they will always be together and never have to be separated again...It's never easy no matter how long you have had them...They have given us much joy and love.

"In Remembrance of Nancy."

Cinda M Carter

Contest-My Pet

Copyright © Cinda Carter | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Robert Candler | Details |

Circle of Life - A Pet Story

It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
   his untimely end.

He mourned his loss every day
And looked for Shadrack everywhere.
He’d mew and moan as if to say,
“We were friends.  I do care.”

Then one night, an eerie howl
Awoke me from my sleep.
He’d found Shad’s toys and left no doubt
That his feelings did run deep.

So our tedious search began
To find another likely pup;
But while my poor wife still grieved,
Could another measure up?

We went to Second Chance and Free to Live.
She just could not make up her mind.
She loved them all; but, if she picked just one,
The rest would have to stay behind.

Then, quite by chance, there was a “pound pup”
Who’d been picked up from the streets.
He was a mutt, a “schnauza-pug”;
But he was awfully sweet.

He jumped up and kissed her frantically.
He seemed aware of his “iffy” situation.
He made the best of his opportunity.
Tears of joy told her elation.

“This is the one”, she smiled through tears,
As she held him... oh, so tight.
“I’m sure that Jorg will like him too.
Everything will be alright”.

And so it was, until one day
When old Jorg did pass away…

There was no hesitation on this sad occasion;
Come Saturday morning, we went straight 
   to the pound,
Open minded and hoping to be “saviors”,
Surely a nice cat was to be found.

“Sadly”, the lady said,” three kitties have only today.
There’s Andre and Panda and another one too”.
My wife smiled and said, “Jorg was your boy.  You pick.
They’re both beautiful cats.  It’s up to you”.

As I pondered this commitment
Another cat, a young one, caught my eye.
Like Jorg, he was a common gray tabby.
Fond memories were stirred.  I almost cried.

On closer look, his name was Boris;
And, strangely, he was number three.
There was a small sign on his crate,
“I don’t like other cats and other cats don’t like me”.

But there was character in his eyes and he was cute.
He was rolling and purring and stretching.
He seemed to look deep into my heart
And did his best to be quite fetching.

But because he was just a common gray tabby,
And because of the little sign,
His chances were slim, his future quite dim
And one day is precious little time.

For a moment I was lost in his eyes
And I heard his desperate plea, 
“I’m a swell cat and litter box trained.
Take me.  Please, take me”.

“Well”, my wife urged, “is it Andre or Panda”?
“One of us will take the other kitty.”, two older ladies chimed.
“You can each have one ladies”, I said with a smile.
I want Boris and he wants to be mine”.

In just hours he was romping and rolling with Pepper,
Who had happily welcomed his new friend.
Boris was a perfect fit, an affirmation;
The Circle of Life never ends.

Much more Joy than Sadness in this Circle,
And there should never be regrets.
Honor their memories and all the love they share,
Never break the Circle, never be without a Pet.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Laura Loo | Details |

Goodbye My Sweet Boy, Bo RIP

TO MY FAVORITE GOLDEN RETRIEVER BO Poem I Written September 26, 2015 You're beautiful golden hair, with a splash of gray on your face. And so what if your fur, is all over the damn place. If you gave me your coat, I'd make it into a blanket. I'd stay warm all night, without you I couldn't make it. When your first mommy died, you had crazy distractions. For you lost your soul mate, and you needed a connection. So I swept you in my arms, and gave you a warm bed. We welcomed you with hugs, as I slowly rubbed your head. So my little family of four, turned to five overnight. Oh how I prayed you'd love us, and take away your fright. Yesterday the vet came, your body is full of cancer. It was all so very sudden, I had questions needing answers. So tonight you're here in my arms, as I gently rub your ear, and I think about you leaving me, as I gently wipe a tear. How will I know, when it's the right time? Time to make that terrible decision, for you to close your eyes. Your beautiful golden hair, with a splash of gray on your face- My love for you soars, right through time and space. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Poem II Written October 9, 2016 My sweet boy, I’ll miss you but I know you’ll be loved- For you will be with Karen resting peacefully above. When you came into our family our hearts grew ten times- And even til’ this day I can’t believe you were mine. My sweet boy, with all that grey covering your face- Funny how I’ll miss your fur all over the place. That annoying vacuum will cry for the loss of you- He will be quite bored with nothing else to do. My sweet boy, you kissed away so many of my tears- We have made so many memories the last six years. If Karen hadn’t died I would have never seen your soul- One day my heart so empty, the next completely full. My sweet boy, who loved to follow me everywhere I’d go- Who would’ve thought how much your spoiled belly would grow! When the cancer came my whole world was torn apart- How was I to live with only half of my bleeding heart? Your fate was to be loved by not just one family, but two- So many people and animals have fallen in love with you. Tomorrow will be one of the hardest days I may ever know- But into Karen’s loving arms, my sweet boy, you’ll quickly go. Dedicated to my sweet boy, Bo who I will put to rest tomorrow at noon. My sister Karen died in 2010, and my family of four turned into five overnight. We welcomed him into our arms with love and compassion for all he had been through losing his mumma. I wrote the first poem after I found out he had cancer in 2015. A year later it's time to say goodbye. He will be missed so much, and I don't know how I can live without him to be honest. This is the hardest decision I have ever had to make. Bo Urbaniak March 24, 2005-October 10, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Chris Peers | Details |

I lost a life last night

A peaceful night on my lazy street, only interrupted by an occasional car rolling by. The sparse fall grass is cool beneath my paws as I prowl my territory. Raccoons and possums are permitted on my land, only after dark, to scavenge the leftovers of my dinner. The two cars, the house I was born in and the surrounding trees are mine, I protect them. I'm stretching out in the driveway, taking a little rest after chasing squirrels up a tree in my yard. Crisp autumnal air fills my nostrils, until...that brief pause of alertness and attention was focused elsewhere. That brief moment of absent thought is all they need. In that brief moment they lunge from the darkness, two beasts with feral, hungry eyes, head for the porch where my daughter is resting, they have her cornered, she's growling, the beasts are growling. My daughter! My daughter! My baby! My blood! Independent, curious, loving. Not my daughter, no, not tonight. I let out a deadly growl. They turn and quickly jump on me. Long snouts , bushy tails, dirty yellow eyes, the stench of death about them. My human only feet away, behind the door, unaware of the danger. One of them bites into my leg and my stomach, I screech and yowl for help. The pain is sharp, sickening, never felt this much pain before. There's some loud banging and shouts coming from my human in the house. The beast lets me drop from its jaw of knives. I retreat under the humans blue van, to safety, my daughter jumps on top of the van. My right side won't cooperate, won't move, I can't walk. I drag my half ravaged body, inches at a time, further under the safety of the blue van. I'm breathing heavily, eyes wide, I'm shaking, need water. The beasts are prowling around the van, sniffing, growling. Get away, I think. Bang! Bang! Bang! My human! She came to save me! The beasts run, but not too far. Ready to come back, to get their meal for the night, I cry.  She yells, they stand still in the street, ready to pounce, daring her to take them on. She runs and screams at them, they run off into the blackness of the night. I'm feeling nothing. There's a cold shadow over me, the grass under my belly and paws, feeling colder. I'm still afraid for my daughter, urging her to go, praying she will stay, to protect me. The sound of crickets have returned. The pounding of my heartbeat and muffled banging of a door nearby are my new focus. The man human, the food guy, reaches under the van and scoops me up in his arms. I feel safe, he's stroking me and talking to me, taking me to safety in the house. My daughter! She is being cradled by the human woman. I can lay down now. I can relax. We are safe. What will tomorrow bring? What of my body, that was in the mouth of that beast? I feel numb.  Will I ever tread my land and home again? I don't know. I close my eyes. My daughter is safe, unhurt. We are safe, protected and the humans care for me.

Copyright © Chris Peers | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by frank halliwell | Details |


                                                                        Frank Halliwell

It seems a year or two at most that Luke has been around,
But nine have passed since first I spied him at the Brisbane pound.
He stood in dogdom's big house, all ears and tongue and smile,
The model of a friendly dog, without a trace of guile.

'Please, that one in the second cage, with the german shepherd look! '
The attendant riffled pages, and he found him in his book.
'It says that he's half kelpie and he called Carina home,
And that his name is Luke, and that he sometimes likes to roam.'

'Here, boy! ' I called, and here he came, and without hesitation
His tail a hairy question mark; would he improve his station?
I hope I did, in our short time, improve his life as he has mine.
I've seldom known so loyal a friend, nor dreamed of how soon it would end.

He's sure done all those doggy things that dogs are famous for.
He's barked at all & sundry and shed hair on every floor.
He's barked at trucks with flapping tarps and kids on minibikes.
and howled in unison with Spook to tell of their dislikes...

Of the sirens of the ambulance or wailing police cars
In hot pursuit of motorists caught in covert radars.
Now suddenly I come aware that he's well past his prime.
The years have all been stolen by the furtive thief of time.

At first it's hardly noticed, no real drama at first sight,
Just a restless movement in the dark, a whimper in the night...
He thinks that I'm all knowing, he believes that I'm all wise,
And he thinks that I can fix it; I can see it in his eyes.

But now it looks like it's the end, it seems no cure is known.
A defect in the hip socket to which his breed is prone.
The computer screen is shimmering, like looking through a fog,
As I write to tell the story of my lovely long-eared dog.

I lift him up into the car, his leap has long since gone,
Would he be quite so happy, if he knew the road we're on?
I'm waiting for the vet to open, crying like a child.
'Would you come this way to see the vet? ' The lady in white smiled.

The leg is shaved and sterilized, one might well wonder why!
The syringe at last is empty, and I bid my friend goodbye.
I hold him tight and talk to him, 'sleep now, my dear old friend'.
And cradled in my arms he sleeps; and we have reached the end.

And still, down by the fence he sleeps, beneath the shady trees.
Where the wild birds chatter from the branches, swaying in the breeze.
And high above him, after dark, the southern cross burns bright,
And there'll be no more pain or hurt... No whimper in the night.

Copyright © frank halliwell | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by michael tor | Details |

Lilly Mae Forever In Our Hearts

   My wife Judith opened my eyes
into the world of adoption for pets
with special needs.

   It takes a special person to give
an animal a second chance at life
by adopting a special needs dog,
or cat.
   These are the animals nobody
wants. They sometimes need
expensive medical attention and
some don't live long.
   It's hard enough to get people
to adopt the healthy ones from kill
shelters, let alone the ones with
health challenges.
   Lilly Mae is a Yorkshire Terrier
that was returned to the breeder
twice by separate adoptive families.
  She has a genetic neurological 
defect that has slowly paralyzed
   Judith adopted her when she
was two. At that time she started
experiencing balance issues. That
slowly progressed.
   She and I watched Lilly's motor
function decrease over the years.
Sticking by her and giving her a
caring home, surrounded with love. 
  Moving forward eight years 
later. Lilly became totally dependent
for the past three years. Needing
24 hour care. Feeding, cleaning,
  I have watched my wife tend to
her like a special needs child for
the last three years. She has lost
weight but she still could eat and
move her head. She could not
move anything else.
  My wife tends to her with love.
Washing her, combing her hair,
talking to her and sleeping with
her to comfort her.
  Several weeks ago Lilly stopped
breathing. Her tongue was out.
My wife a retired RN breathed into
her and resuscitated her. My wife
held her in her arms crying. I was
amazed at how my wife saved her.
  It was an emotional night to say
the least. She managed to save 
her baby.
  Last night my wife was tending
to Lilly during the New Year. 
Focused on Lilly the whole night.
Lilly was not breathing right.
  My wife prayed to God in tears
to help Lilly breath since she was
struggling breathing. She also asked
God to take her Life quickly so
she wouldn't suffer if she wasn't
going to make it.
  Fifteen seconds after the prayer
Lilly who could not move. Jerked
her head and moved her paws.
Like a miracle her breathing
normalized.  God had responded
to her prayer. Lilly is breathing
and is sustaining. God answers
  My wife has Lilly on her lap
with a blanket wrapped around
her. Loving her as Lilly gets ready
to move on. We have done all
we can do for her. We now wait
patiently. Lilly gave me and my
wife many years of love. We will
comfort her and be there for her.

Michael Tor  Adopt a pet they will
bring joy to your life and teach you
new lessons each day..

Copyright © michael tor | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson | Details |

Some Limericks...

She’s out there chasing a cricket

Through bush, through shrub & through thicket

Together they hop

Fugitive, cop

But when she gets it, she just wants to lick it!

A cat whose vet took his eye

Just cannot quite understand why

His eye’s been enucleated,

3-D vision reduciated,

So now, he keeps an eye out for an eye

Ya gotta keep limericks loose

Think green eggs, or perhaps Dr. Seuss

They’re structured, it’s true,

But they’re also a zoo

Whose tenants are all on the loose!

I frolic in fountains of words

Overflowing with serious absurds

Each poem I write

Wakes up and takes flight

Joining angels and faeries and birds

You ask that we write a good limerick

How to do so, I haven’t a glimmerick

So I struggle and frown

Teaching  poems to clown

So a smile on your lips will be shimmerick

A cat with a mouth full of mouse

Brought her feast right into my house

She played with her food

Who was not in the mood

To be a banquet of mouse in the house

The nightmares that shadow my sleep

Stampede the proverbial sheep

Right out of my mind

When I try to unwind

I find my appointment with sleep hard to keep

In her search for original truth

She met people unsavory and couth

She knitted and purled

But only unfurled

Yarns told by new age and old youth

Cat, suddenly pink,

Drinks her water from out of the sink

She looks so absurd

Since she’s been de-furred

I really don’t know what to think!

If one and one is two and two is four,

And there’s only two ways to go through  a door,

Then, is earth up or down?

And, where is down town?

These are questions we need to explore!

A was that is an is

Tried to mind my biz

But I sent it packing,

Its presence was lacking

And I don’t have time for such shiz!

A couple who lived in Los Lunas

Loved the wide desert sky’s crystal blueness

They’d stare at the air,

Over here, over there

And rejoice at the feeling of newness

A cat with a very fat gut

Found it easier to walk on his butt

He’d drag it around

Across carpet and ground

And use it to slam the doors shut

Said the Missus to her dear Mr. Otter,

“There’s something I think that you oughta

Do before we get old

To protect us from cold –

You oughta make the hot water hotter!”

The ghosts who live up in my attic

Make noises that sound much like static

I’ve tried to send them away,

But they’re here to stay,

Those staticky ghosts in my attic

Copyright © Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson | Year Posted 2007

Long Poems