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Purebreds Poems

Borrow

...
I went to my neighbors
To ask for a favor
And said may I borrow
Stuff I need tomorrow,
But she stopped me short
With this stunning retort:

“Do you need sugar cane
Drano for a clogged drain...

Categories: purebreds, crazy, humor,
Form: Rhyme

Sir Sleep

....So this one was really just a bit of fun I wanted to try and incorporate some really old slang type language within the piece, I've included a glossary below for the old words but I think it turned ...

Categories: purebreds, dark, dream, night, old,
Form: Free verse

Plus One

...Seven hundred poems,
    One hundred thirty days;
A couple of purebreds,
    And more than a few strays.

I'm sure I'll add a few
    Before my turn is done;
In honor of the day,
    Here's s...

Categories: purebreds, writing,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

That Cat Chat

...It was love at first sight seeing your furry faces. 
To scoop you up and take you to various places. 
Me and Ash are so happy to be your mom and dad. 
Your shenanigans made us both glad and mad. 
...

Categories: purebreds, appreciation, best friend, cat,
Form: Rhyme

Snaring

...While delaying gratification, 
you stripped-down 
to bones.

It was winter solstice, 
when day and night confronted 
each other- 

in negativity. Tracking 
the frozen footprints, my absence ...

Categories: purebreds, art,
Form: ABC

Honeymoon On the Flying Scotsman

...With a snakelike hiss, the train doors close
the engine rocks and rumbles on clicking
over welded metal couplings: iced, glazed, froze,
the steam heat in clouds arose, rail licking.
On velvet we ...

Categories: purebreds, travel, vacation,
Form: Terza Rima

Underdog

...Saturday mornings extra early I would rise,
Watch as my hero would sail through the skies.
Eating my corn puffs, with you I’d cheer,
“There’s no need to fear, Underdog is here. “

With Simon Bar...

Categories: purebreds, adventure, child, dog, flying,
Form: Rhyme

My Identity

...You Armenians who question my identity...
Who whisper behind my back and smirk
Considering me a half breed
Not pure
The child of a mixed marriage
 
You who refuse to speak to me
In your mother tongue...

Categories: purebreds, identity, pride,
Form: Free verse

Pet-Sit Panics

...My mother owned a female Pug
She loved as though she were her child.
She was a perfect pet for Mom,
With disposition sweet and mild.

All of Mitzies pups were purebreds.
They brought good money...

Categories: purebreds, petssweet, sweet,
Form: Quatrain