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Goodbye to you
Good bye to your snuggles too
Goodbye to time spent cuddle up in bed
Goodbye to the kisses on my head
Goodbye to the long walks we took
It made you so happy to play in the brook
Goodbye to your happy wagging tail
And your excitement when we'd receive mail
Goodbye to our sweet loving bond
The one that I have savored so long
Goodbye to times playing fetch
I am forever grateful that we met
I’ll miss the way you looked at me
When I had a treat in my hand you'd see
I’ll miss the way you'd get so excited
When I'd come home your face was lighted
I’ll miss all your cuddles and kisses
And the way you never threw out disses
I’ll miss your affection and unconditional love
But now you’ll watch over me from up above
Unconditional Love
I am home
hi sweetheart
what a beautiful girl
yes what a beautiful girl you are
and your tabby coat is so good-looking
yes rub against my leg
yes I know the more compliments
the merrier you are
such a good girl
stretch that body
so good to see ya
yeah being away from you is a drag
how were your cat naps good I am sure
oh Rosy another leg rub
what a sweetheart you are
let me get behind your ears
I love you too yes I do
okay okay you know the drill
I have to open your pouch of food
what did you say
oh of course tuna is your favorite
yes I got the bottled water
I know you are so right
the tap water has not been tasting good
okay sweetheart here you go
chow down enjoy
no wasting time there
now do not chow down too fast
not good for the digestion
yeah I know last time was a fur ball
I will sit on the floor
and watch you
such a pretty girl
take your time
Pat and Rosy's diner never closes
alright already I'll shut up
so you can eat in peace
then lick your paws in peace
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I was telling John at work that
Rosy is the best companion
I could ever wish for
when Rosy and I are in bed
and she cuddles up to me
it is like I am one
with all that is good
in the world
John is a great guy
yes John is a cat person
he said he would love to meet you
I will take that yawn for a yes
your eyes are bright and beautiful
your weight is good
yes that is correct
next week we are
off to the vet for a routine visit
nothing to worry about
I told John how frisky you are
so much energy
yes I told him when you run
you are faster
then the speed of light
oh he laughed
he can not wait
to see you
run so fast
I told him
I am the luckiest gal
in the world
me and my Rosy
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I praise you my everlasting Father forever
Jesus I love you so much
Under the sky I am well placed upon your blessed creation Father
Juniper mead and joyful singing to you my Best friend
Lord Father you Blood covers me with Joy I am full of your holy spirit
Light this creation of yours Lord my everlasting father
Best friends of your creation sang to me of your light sir
Under the moon I am always watched over by you My Father
Under the stars You planted a garden
Roses grew up from concrete
New songs we will sing to the Lord
Of Wolves Lions and Lambs resting together in Peace and Love Unconditional Love
No More will there be War
No More will there be death
When Jesus Returns to us all
Amen
"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go . . . "
ee Cummings
No human ever touched me so wonderfully
as did a soul by the name of Ollyver.
I adopted Ollyver when he was only one year old.
Not too fond of males (perhaps abused by them),
he immediately took to me as I snuggled him on the drive home.
In time I discovered he was not too fond of anyone at all -
other than me! Ollyver was a white miniature Eskimo dog.
Ollyver followed me everywhere.
Knowing instinctively when I would be home from work,
he waited by the door and then leaped up into my arms
the minute I walked in.
In the night, he would curl up next to me.
He did not like my husband’s presence on the bed,
but he learned to adjust despite their mutual dislike for each other!
One day, for reasons I won’t mention, I was separated from my beloved dog.
Many tears I cried over him, for I had experienced from him
an unconditional love that perhaps no human had ever shown me.
I knew he was somewhere in my city, but he was at least ten years old
and I guessed he would die in a few years.
A few years passed, and one night, I believe my beloved dog
visited me on his way out of this earthly realm,
for I awoke to see him standing on my bed.
My heart filled with joy as I saw him there.
He jumped over my husband’s sleeping body
and into my arms. I buried my face in his soft white fur.
The event was so real to me, yet I fell back into a dream
in which I wandered the streets with Ollyver.
Never have I had such a spiritual experience
(not even with my own family) as what I had
with this little dog
whom I like to believe returned to me
that night of my splendid dream.
How could a mere animal have been
of such relevance to me in my life?
I know only this. . . I was loved completely by Ollyver,
and for that reason,
I carry his heart with me.
For the 'Beloved Pets' Poetry Contest
How can undying love
suddenly die.
How can timeless love
suddenly run out of time.
How can love we called 'perfect'
suddenly don't make sense.
How can me plus you plus love
suddenly be spoken of in past
tense.
How can unforgettable love
suddenly be forgotten.
How can the sweetness of love
suddenly turn rotten.
How can the one you love so deeply
suddenly become the one you despise.
How can forever love'
suddenly reach its demise.
How can unconditional love
suddenly have so many conditions.
How can an equal love
suddenly become a competition.
How can a precious love
suddenly have no value.
How can a fifty-fifty love
suddenly be about you you you.
How can a God-given love
suddenly become hellified.
How can a compromising love
suddenly become a love
with no compromise.
How can the words "I love you"
suddenly become so meaningless.
What happened to us.
My son called me at work to let me know
Murphy was ill, he didn’t have long to go
Then he called again later in the day
To let me know Murphy had passed away
Tears flowed freely in the afternoon
Guess I never believed he would die so soon
This dog brought joy wherever he went
Unconditional love, a life well spent
Sometimes I look at his picture and smile
Sometimes, alone, I cry for a while
I knew it would hurt when he had to depart
But I can’t understand how it ripped out my heart
Friend stopped me and asked “What’s going on?”
In a barely audible whisper I said “Murphy’s Gone.”
Dedicated to Murphy, my son’s Chihuahua
Who died on May 21, 2010
Deemed significant culturally,
a fantastic and old comedy
is this film I love,
which is the tale of
a weatherman played by Bill Murray.
This weatherman Phil has been sent
to cover the groundhog event.
He’s so hard to please,
and that’s because he’s
an arrogant cynical gent.
There’s a blizzard and Phil’s forced to stay
in Punxsutawney for one more day.
He awakes. Something’s wrong!
“I Got You Babe,” the song
by his bedside is what he hears play.
It’s the same song from the day before
when he woke up at six. Out the door,
he goes onto the street.
Things repeat and repeat.
This is something that he can’t ignore.
In a time loop he’s stuck! Each time when
he is hearing “I Got You Babe,” then
that man, once so vain,
begins going insane.
Groundhog Day comes again and again!
When he understands that there won’t be
any punishment whenever he
does anything wrong,
it isn’t for long
before Phil behaves most crazily.
He drives reckless and binges on beer.
Since tomorrow will never grow near,
he drives right off a cliff!
He would not do that if
there were hope, so he’s lost all his fear.
There’s a woman that Phil’s come to know,
and he talks to her every day, so
he can learn more and more
how to make her adore
him! His feelings for her start to grow.
With his efforts to win Rita’s heart,
Phil begins to appreciate art.
He learns French and to play
the piano! Each day
in the townspeople’s lives he takes part.
Seven years come and go. By year eight,
Phil has changed. But will this change his fate?
Knowing everyone’s needs,
he is doing good deeds,
and in Rita’s eyes, Phil’s looking great!
It’s his last Groundhog Day when Phil learns
his life’s lesson. This time his world turns!
Through the great power of
unconditional love
and his good works, a NEW day Phil earns!
“I Got You , Babe” plays next to his head.
But it’s NOT Groundhog’s Day, for instead,
Phil wakens to see
unbelievably
true love won! Rita’s with him in bed!
March 27, 2018 for the FAVORITE COMEDY MOVIE Contest of Alexis Y
LARRY LaVELLE
i call myself the man
it is not a pick-me-upper
it ain't no do-re-me
it is just the way i feel about myself
i call myself the man
one woman still loves me after 30 years of experience in narcissism philosophy
she just shakes her head and smacks me in the back of mine
then she asks me if i want my eggs scrambled with cheese
i just laugh at her and say 'yes mam'
she smiles bashfully as i check her out like we're 16 again
oh she knows it like her favorite classic movie
i will find out how much she knows it later on tonight
the moral of this poem is....i call myself the man....
STUTTERSTEP STEVENSON
i call myself Bountifully Blessed
i was a bully's dream all through school
from the pulling of my permanaps to the sock stolen from my feet....my story was etched in autobiographical filing
my growth became stunted....until you picked me up and dusted me off
through your smile, i was inspired to grow stronger
from there....i was introduced to a New World through your eyes
as a result, i, stutterstep stevenson, was able to find my niche
look at us now....thirteen years of marriage later....you are still causing me to trip all over myself
it still make you giggle in the very same way
even since then, i left the right avenue of stressed
the moral of this poem is....i call myself Bountifully Blessed
POETIC LEFTY
i call myself unconditionally loved
papa strange had a firm hold on me
put blinders on my self esteem yes he did
unbeknownst to me, my usual appearance in constant continuum was looked at as defiance
i can't be me if i can't be myself
how the hell could i exist trying to be like someone else
it has always been comfortable on my street
every now and then some taggers came along and tried to redecorate
however all surfaced on this block was self-cleaning
the same smile was worn on my face when i greeted the roadblock rambler hello
somewhere down the line papa strange moved on to one more vulnerable and gullible
i prayed for that next victim to the Wonderful God Above
though it may not show in my solo forward motion, i am indeed consumed by unconditional love....
Mother I miss you
Mom please come back ...
One person who is very dear to us
Always missed, never forgotten
That's Mother
Pure, selfless, unconditional love
Life dedicated to our service
Just one expectation -
Our happiness and well-being
That's Mother.
Always worrying about us
Our thoughts are paramount in her mind
She can read our mind looking at our face
That's Mother
We may treat her badly
Shout at her in anger
Her tears and anger disappear quickly
She forgets and forgives easily
That's Mother
Mother is a special gift of God to earth
No one can love, care and serve like her
Indian scriptures give Mother top place
It is always Mother, father, teacher, God
No poem can encompass Mother's love in its entirety
Cherish your mother, she is priceless.
18.09.2021
Sponsor Constance La France
Contest Name ''M'' Contest
Unconditional Love By Jack Horne and Beth Winchcombe
We’ve been through this a thousand times!
What can I say to make you see?
The love I felt for you has died -
I’m sorry, you’re not right for me.
You made me laugh!
You made me cry!
Now it seems you’ve gone away!
I should hate you,
BUT,
Love and hate are much akin.
I know you want another chance,
But feel we’ve had that one last try!
I never meant to break your heart.
It tears me up to see you cry.
I’m missing you so much
Already,
You heartless swine!
Leaving me alone!
Why did you come into my life
If you didn’t mean to stay?
Unless I owned a crystal ball,
How could I know how it would end?
I love you still - but not enough!
I know your broken heart will mend.
What I felt for you
Is liken to a tap
I just can't turn it off.
You're nothing but a whimp,
A bastard,
A womaniser,
Someone I should hate!
Can't you see what you've done to me?
I wish now that we'd never met!
Sadly though I'd still forgive you.
I've got myself a dog, he won't let me down!
Unconditional love, that's what I need right now!