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Poem Details | by Keith O.J. Hunt |
Categories: animal, beauty, freedom, love, nature,

A Swans Return

Grace had floated royal 
among the sweet summered months,
and not a moment had passed
without the nectar of love;

Three feathered lords so fledgling
white-black,
sleeping white at noon,
'neath arbors brawn....
where the nestles are soft with love,
and dream to host all the world watching;
from horizon's scarlet painting pink
the billowed white hues ---
and black-purple from the Lord's smile

What crimson disguise five plumed hearts
beating as one,
return again o'er Swan Lake,
or with eternal love thy cherubin ponds;
with fountains swooning infinite grace 
then they are gone.....
to privy their existence made,
sleeping black at night 
('neath the gaze of tomorrow's moon)
the future brim with wind....
elder wings at dawn,
unto valor in evening's song,
fain to life again....
(flight of thy Royal Swan)


***Dedicated to the black swan and Queen's royal
swans of Ottawa***




Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: allegory, animal, change, cute, family, friendship love,

THE ELEPHANT AND THE ANT



There once was a little mighty ant
Who was extravagant and arrogant 
Known to be exorbitantly militant 
She was so combatant and petulant
They nicknamed her My Commandant

One day she came across an elephant
Elegant and obviously dominant
She started on her typical rant 
Then stopped and decided to recant 
Both agreed it was all very insignificant 

They chatted, it turned out the elephant
Was actually her aunt
Now the intolerant ant
Is cheerful and exuberant
And loves to chant


Submitted on October 20, 2018, for MID OCTOBER 2018 CONTEST sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

and February 23, 2018, for contest MAKE ME LAUGH sponsored by Robert Haigh


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: animal, appreciation, cat, love,

NEVER Just A Cat


Oh little one, mine
     How you have stolen my soul, completely
          You worked your furry way inside, and grew my heart to twice its size
     You taught me, in your endlessly patient way, what is truly important
You have the sweetest, most gentle spirit of any creature I've ever known

And I can no longer imagine a world without your fuzzy smile.
     You are the very embodiment of love, unconditional
          And my bright spirit grows every day with my need of your need of me.
     I once told someone how much you mean to me
And they replied, "But it's only a cat!"

"Oh, how foolish you are", I said..
     "How much joy and love and tenderness you deny yourself!"
          If only they, and every other cold-hearted person, could know You
     Or have something in their life as sweet as you
What a different world this would be..

Full of abiding happiness and love.
     You are everything to me, little one
          And I care not who finds me silly or foolish because of that
     Or who finds my time spent with you as wasted
Or who sees you as "just a cat"..

For you are a part of me, and always will be
     As surely and deeply as any other creature I've ever known.
          You are a blessing and a miracle sent from heaven
     And I have a full, full heart and a charmed life
All because.of You.




~ 1st Place ~  in the "Cat Poems" Poetry Contest, Tania Kitchin, Judge & Sponsor.



Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: animal, light, love, pets,

Bandit of My Heart


Oh, Bandit, what's your impish task
While sporting, sly, that little mask?

You seem quite innocent and frail
Yet the kitchen tells a different tale

Floor all messy, the counters, too
Paw prints that led straight to you

But while I had a penance planned
You're far too sweet to reprimand

Looking slumberous in your slouch
Reclining leisurely upon the couch

Soon you'll close those kitty eyes
And off you'll scamper to fantasize

Such fuzzy mitts you'll fuzzily flail
While prizing creatures, (and your tail)

I can't help query what you'll scheme
While making mischief in your dream

Though doubts, have I, it can't outdo
The pranks you pull while being You

But antics granted, here you'll stay
Because I'd have you no other way

So while you're "Plunder-On-All-Fours"
You've plundered, too, this heart..

That's yours



** FIRST PLACE in the "Picture Prompt: Write Me Something Funny" Poetry Contest, Julie Leigh Rodeheaver, Sponsor**


Poem Details | by Kristopher Higgs |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, africa, age, allah, allegory, america, analogy, angel, anger, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, blue, day, dedication, devotion, faith, happiness, lost love, love, me, passion, words,

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.


Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: animal, children, dog, fun, funny love, love, pets,

My Puppy

My puppy sure loves to lick me
He thinks I’m a lollypop.
Every time I get home he attacks me
Then kisses me nonstop.

You’d think I was gone forever
When I just left the house for the mail,
He is right at the door when I get back
With a rapidly wiggling tail.

He wants to eat everything I do,
Mom says, that’s not good for a dog.
We want to keep him fit and healthy
So daily we go for a jog.

My toys are all tattered and ragged
My socks are his ultimate aim,
Doesn’t matter how much it upsets us
He thinks it’s all some kind of game.

I know he’s a bit of a stinker
That always wants to be fed.
But I sure am in love with my puppy,
Every night when we cuddle in bed.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
2012


Poem Details | by rob carmack |
Categories: animal, best friend, dog, humorous, love, pets, thanks,

Sonnet Chiweenie Boo

Your dad, a Dachshund once stuck in Chihuahua.
The best of both in you, with that expectant
Confusing carpets for the lawn enigma.
I know….the raining….getting wet….you can’t.

As coldness chills the room, a sheet for you.
The perfect tucking of in, but you moved!
I ponder, just how crazy is my Boo?
The sheet’s thread count too low to be approved?

Your dance in circles, spinning on the floor.
Rewards and treasures known upon the racks.
Induced by meals and that one pantry door  
In such a fury, choking on the snacks.

I know what God’s book says, I’ve searched it whole.
But still, I hope you have a little soul.

11.14.14


Poem Details | by John Paluszek |
Categories: adventure, animal, art, beauty, childhood, confusion, courage, dark, death, depression, faith, freedom, friendship, god, goodbye, growing up, hate, heaven, hope, jesus, journey, loss, lost, love, memory, metaphor, natural disasters, nature, philosophy, places, prayer, relationship, religion, religious, romantic, sad, sorrow, spiritual, time, visionary, war, memory, memory,

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark


Poem Details | by Isaiah Zerbst |
Categories: animal, cowboy-western, horse, life, life,

The Cowboy Life I Love

I squint my eyes from the glaring sun
As I drive cattle across the open range.
I am the youngest hand, so I ride drag
Covered by the dust stirred into the wind.

This is the life I have chosen
To hear the steady creaking of my saddle
The songs of the cowboys as they lead the herd
The lowing cattle as they smell water.

This is the life I live
To see the endless stretches of prairie
The hens and rabbits scuttling away
The ponderous beasts flowing in a living stream.

This is the life I love
Watching the horses graze peacefully at night
The cattle milling about during my night ride
My horse's gentle breathing as I circle them.

May this be my lot while here I remain
May I drink from the freely flowing streams
And breathe the pairie air until I die.

Whether life be short or long
May I ever onward toil, and be content
With the satisfaction of honest work
With the steady pounding of hooves
Biscuits and chili by a wavering fire
And sleeping under the sky on the open range.


Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: age, angel, animal, bereavement, best friend, blessing, care, caregiving, character, death, dedication, devotion, dog, emotions, farewell, feelings, friend, friendship, grave, heaven, husband, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost love, miracle, moving on, mystery, old, pets, prayer, religious, sorrow, soulmate, spiritual, sweet, together, tribute, wife,

Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after he sniffed the last one planted, 
He turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled“I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.

Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.” 
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.

She smiled through her tears 
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too His name was Pal.”


Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: animal, beauty, child, love, mother,

- Mother With A Child -


              
                   Can you see the beauty in a newborn child

                      Whom a  mother will always protect

                    Wishing her child every star in the sky

             The strength of her love she would forever project


                                             ~

                                  The Natures Law











03.11.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved


Poem Details | by Bob Quigley |
Categories: animal, care, dog, friendship, hope, joy, loneliness, love, old, pets, sad, together, uplifting,

Walter

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 tricksNo 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 lossHe 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 MrWhitney’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.


Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: animal, love, princess,

- Haiku X 125 - Frog -



                                  the princess and frog

                                 he hid in the flowerpot

                                    her father said no














11/03/2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
howmanysyllables.com
5-7-5

3rd place in the contest

Poem of the Week : 18.03.2018


Poem Details | by Isaiah Zerbst |
Categories: animal, butterfly, devotion, girl, love, sun, daffodils,

Fair Maybelle

Fair Maybelle trode through the morning dew
She peered through the foggy haze
Her blue eyes saw what I tell you is true
For the fog did part and the sun did blaze
And a pure white unicorn met her gaze

Now it may well seem it would run away
Or perhaps she would rather shy
But against her nature she hastened to stay
And an unseen cord drew her nigh
Till Maybelle's feet she laid her by

So sweetly Maybelle stroked her hair
She longed for her touch once more
But Maybelle ceased, and she left her there
For what a *wight could see, that her heart was sore
Till she meet her love on the Highdown *Tor

So Maybelle walked o'er the far and near
And her one-horned friend followed light as a bird
And they travelled on without a sight of fear
With but one care and nary a word
That winsome twosome persevered

At the long last, Maybelle heard a pleasant sound
The sound of a rollicking song
And the butterflies danced in the air all around
Whilst her love held her dearly and long
If it could, could it be that she was the theme of his song?

So the three of them lived in the fairyland *wold
Where the sun slips off to the moonlight's glow
Where the wind blows warm and the streams flow cold
And the daffodils thrive in winter's snow
Now here is the end, as you surely know


* Wight: A person
* Tor: A high pointed hill
* Wold: A wood or forest

Written 4/2/2013


Poem Details | by Lu Loo |
Categories: animal, silly, proposal, , sweet love,

Wordplay Extravaganza

Wordplay Extravaganza Sponsor: John Hamilton Bugs bunny was the silliest hare with such a bright future ahead, he wanted to give Lola something special, but he gave her a carrot instead. He pondered on a different surprise, and wrote Lola a sweet love letter, asking her to marry him, because of her his life was much better. He proof read his proposal and realized he forgot one very special phrase, so he clicked the caret button to insert a few sentiments then pressed save. All he had hoped for was that he expressed his love with his honest words, for he wanted to fill this day with rainbows with sweet songs from Tweety bird. The day flew by and night time arrived, that silly wabbit was nervous, he smelled her scent and watched her approach him, boy was he wordless! “My Lola, from Pensacola, I give you this twenty four karat gold ring, a three carat princess diamond placed gently above the gold and in between. Marry me, my sweet, I'll sweep you off your feet, I'd love to play with your hair...." She said yes, of course...and a few months later there was a family of baby hares.
Homophones used: 1carrot-A vegetable 2karat-weight of gold 3carat-size of diamonds 4caret-a symbol used to indicate the place in writing material which something is to be inserted 1Hare- a rabbit 2Hair- a growth of filaments forming a coat over the scalp of a humans head ~Date Written: March 18, 2016~


Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: animal, color, hate, love, symbolism,

Zebra


My father is black,
my mother is white
These be the birthright
of my stripes
I'm despised by blacks,
I'm hated by whites
All because of my zebra stripes
I live in both worlds,
but is accepted by neither
I'm an outcast,
a rejected soul
I am a zebra,
a most rare creature
For most of my life,
I've been shunned and only shown hate
But in return, I've tried to only give love
This makes me a rare animal,
someone with a pure soul
I am a zebra,
born to be hate-free
I proudly bear the stripes
that don't define me
I'm more than what you see;
I am a black knight on a white horse,
I am a white knight on a black horse..
fighting against the vessels of hate
I carry only love in my bowels,
my ship always stays on course
My destination is eternity..
maybe now you wish you were more like me
A zebra is who I be


Poem Details | by Doris Beaulieu |
Categories: adventure, animal, children, cute love, kids, pets, poets,

Kids Love For Animals

       Kids Love For Animals ( Poem )

Children’s favorite shows are of animals
I have hours in a playlist that are laughable
Like a camera pecking rooster and fun monkeys
To a mom and a baby miniature donkeys

Videos of wild turkeys and charming geese
Ducks in water and chicks learning to speak
Dazzling ostrich and many free birds
Some you would not want to move towards

A large unique animal is the alligator
The total opposite of the caterpillar
Camels and alpacas are tall and exquisite
But they spit at you when you try to visit

There are also hornpout and catfish videos
and a painted box turtle that is really slow
Beautiful miniature horses and elegant ponies
Border collies herding sheep to earn their trophies

Little kids pig scramble is stunning to see
and a little fawn as precious as can be
Cow’s hair that needs braiding is fascinating
With the most assortment you’ve ever seen

Come to my view with me youtube channel
If the kids are being hard to handle
Just start it up and walk away
To get your housework done for the day

By : Doris Anne Beaulieu
At :  https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLWSq_PMWxD9q2V0UVqzX50Y6Y2pDaKISv


Poem Details | by Dennis Davis |
Categories: animal, caregiving, dog, identity, love, pets, prayer,

My Dog and Me

                                    Lord help me to be
                                    the person my dog
                                    thinks I am


Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: animal, best friend, dog, friend, friendship, love, thanks,

I'm a 9 Revised

                                    Zira
                         You bring me peace
                    With your head on my lap
                 I gently stroke your wavy hair
            Lovingly I bend to kiss your forehead
                Thanking God for giving me you
                    You have become my calm
                            My loyal friend 
                                    Zira


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Used my Path Number 9
09.15.2014
For Contest: Tell me your Number
Andrea Dietrich
3rd


Poem Details | by Gabby Dichello |
Categories: animal, confidence, horse, i love you, love,

Horses

Competition day had arrived,
His muzzle twitched with anticipation
And in relation my feet tingled in a way like never before.
For the first time, we both doubted ourselves

But fear not, we must carry on
As I plaited his forelock in preparation 
I took the time to appreciate how flat his withers was
How typically racehorse he was
I stroked his fetlock as I knew this could be it.

His hooves were oiled and shiny as ever
Ready for anything
And the 3 link that he loved
Made no difference in poll pressure
As we bolt across the course, aiming to be the best

“I trust you, boy”
As if to tell him that even though, 2 years ago when he was deemed
A mess with dodgy hocks and lumpy coronets
Who was a waste
He could do this, to prove them wrong and beat the best
Become the best


Poem Details | by Sharon Gulley |
Categories: animal, beautiful, butterfly, heart, imagery, love, power,

The Racoon and The Butterfly

I watched a raccoon on a warm, sunny evening 
as he lazily sit upon a branch high in the breeze; 
When all of a sudden a brilliant, bright butterfly 
gently landed just below him on a leaf.
The raccoon's eyes lit up with curiosity at the 
brilliance of it's colors, as it's wings slowed to
a soft flutter.
The raccoon reached out to touch the butterfly
and lightly it lifted it's self toward the sky
The raccoon reached for it once more with
his little hands eager to touched what his eyes 
adoredThe butterfly would not come close enough
for the raccoon to touch and in puzzlement the raccoon
he did stare and watched the brilliant, bright butterfly
flutter in the airThe raccoon seemed to want a little 
friend as the butterfly landed and was now sitting on the
branch's bend.
The raccoon longed to see the butterfly up close and to
touch it's colorful wings it adoredThe raccoon stretched
out it's little black hand once more.
To my amazement the butterfly landed in it's hand, this I
adoredAs I watched, they stared at each other for what
seemed like hours; It was an amazing site to see natures
love and appreciation for one another
What a beautiful memory left on my heart of nature's love
and great spiritual power.


Poem Details | by M.P. Shaudd |
Categories: animal, dog, hurt, i love you, i miss you, loss, pets,

The Empty Window

There's a paw print and a nose streak still on the pane
Your toy lays there so quiet with no one to play
My heart breaks but I know that you're in a much better place
As I reflect on all of our walks we took down the lane

Some say a bridge waits for you near a perfect rainbow
There's few things that bring pain like an empty window
You sat there looking out whenever I'd go
Then show your loyalty with kisses when I came back home

The pain of the waiting and watching you go
Reminds us just how fast young life grows old
Your memories bring smiles yet we want you to know
We'll forever be saddened by the empty window


Poem Details | by Baalak Baburo |
Categories: angel, animal, appreciation, best friend, love, pets,

Warmest Welcome

Through the door, running
Hair flowing magically
Welcomes me, my dog.


Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: animal, cute love, humorous,

LOVE LETTER

My Dearest Bertha baboon I’ve recently joined your baboon troop and Bertha you’re the star of the group I’ve watched you swinging in the trees Your agility brings me to my knees You sit by my side and pick off my lice we share those nits; oh they taste so nice! ‘The Funky Gibbon’ is my favourite song I taught you the words, now you sing along! There’s been no monkey business, although I’ve tried But my attraction for you cannot be denied My desire for you I cannot let pass … I’m captivated by your huge red ass! Its red colour means you’re due for ovulation Lets get it on and increase the baboon population! Love letter Contest Sponsored by Viv Wigley Contest rules - "A love letter, but NOT from a human or to a humanIt must be from any other species, either to a member of the same species or maybe a different one" 10-30-17


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: animal, appreciation, love, wisdom,

The Crazy Cat Lady


Twice-a-day, though sun or rain, in storm or wind or snow

                    The crazy lady fed her strays, and watched them come-and-go


She had a name for every one, and knew them by their face

                    Though they sometimes had a spat, they treated her with grace


They numbered over thirty, eating more than she could pay

                    But with bottles and her overtime, she always found a way


She oft-times skipped a meal herself, to make sure that they ate

                    And sometimes lived in darkness, if she paid the light bill late


Many nights she braved the chill if she couldn't pay for heat

                    She rarely bought new clothing, or new boots to warm her feet


And it never ruined Christmas when she didn't have a tree

                    Cuz she bought an extra meal, instead, for her feline family


She made art of cutting corners, though she rarely caught a break

                    And countless were the comforts that she gave up for their sake


But she never felt it sacrifice, or her own needs thus impeded

                    She'd lost in love, but like us all, she still needed to be NEEDED


So, if forfeiting for those we love is a nonsensical thing to do..

                    Perhaps we should ALL consider.being a bit more crazy, too.




* SECOND PLACE in the "Crazy Cat Lady" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Sponsor*


Poem Details | by Lin Lane |
Categories: animal, nature, , sweet love,

A Revered Gift of Reticence

Having heard the harping howls of a hungry herd on the prowl I realized reticence is a revered gift like the sweet love song of a swift


Poem Details | by Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories: animal, dog, happy, humor, joy, love, pets,

Spenser

My name is Spenser
No dog is denser
I'm not well smarted
But I'm big hearted
If you was hurted
I'd be alerted
And I'll come racing
To lick your facing.


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: animal, appreciation, cat, love, pets,

Christmas Sweets


Underneath the Christmas tree,
          My Little Sweetie waits for me..
               Warm and snug, curled on the rug,
     There she found me first, you see.

Some years ago, now number eight,
          She'd been there, in a kitty crate..
               Rescued from neglect, she'd come
     On Christmas Eve, and very late.

All was new, the here-and-now's,
          And offering what a tree endows,
               Free, at last, from her rough past,
     She felt secure beneath its boughs.

Soon, she'd found me, and I her,
          Soulmates, (one sans tail and fur),
               Still, we knew that we were two
     Meant for each other, pal and purr.

We share our joys now, very much,
          She helps me with my work and such,
               And just because, she'll wrap her paws
     'Round foot or arm, to stay in touch.

No matter where I've got to be,
          She always has to come with me,
               And when I'm gone she waits upon
     That very spot.and patiently

For ever since that Christmas Eve,
          Each single time I have to leave,
               Quick, she'll go to hide below
     The limbs that gave her first reprieve.

I strive to stretch the holidays,
          And find creative, thoughtful ways,
               To NOT take down the tree and drown
     Her Christmas spirit, (to coin a phrase).

But still, there always comes a time
          The tree, no matter how sublime,
               Gets put away, and that sad day
     Is one I shall not put to rhyme.

Let's just say she's not much fun,
          And won't give love to anyone..
               If she can't see a Christmas tree,
     Her sullen months.have just begun.




Written and submitted on December 28, 2018
For the "Christmas Pets - Writing Challenge December 2018" Poetry Contest
Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor


Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: animal, bereavement, best friend, care, devotion, dog, emotions, farewell, goodbye, heart, i love you, life, love hurts, miss you, pets, remember, sad love, sweet, together,

My Buddy

I miss you already, Buddy.
You’ve been the apple of my eye.
When I think of life without you,
It makes me cryIt makes me cry.

Oh, so many moments we've shared together,
From romping mischief and tummy rubs to those pesky fleas;
And nothing’s better than my puppy’s kiss;
You always try your very best to please.

You always curl up with me on the bed.
You always meet me at the door.
You run and jump and bark with such excitement.
Yes, Buddy, I know you couldn’t love me more.

And when all others fail me, Buddy,
My best friend is always there.
Through my very worst of times,
Your eyes and your attention said,  “I care”.

Five to seven years for every one of mine
Is so little time..it’s hardly fair.
It must be God’s way of saying,
“Love them now… and well 
There’s precious little time to spare”.

But, if I should go before you, Buddy,
Love your new master without reserve;
And they will love you as you love them
It’s what a great pup like you deserves 

I miss you already, Buddy.
You’ve been the apple of my eye


Poem Details | by Cona Adams |
Categories: animal, emotions, humorous, hyperbole, lost love, lust,

Of Lust and Dissipation

A Spenserian Sonnet
(MrSnake falls in love with a garden hose)

Today I slithered up a grassy hill,
wet from the creek and eager to explore.
The urge to snare a mate devoured my will,
could not this be the day for me to score?

I spot you there beside the garden door, 
your slick green shape pervades my hungry sight.
Your golden head criss-cross my eyes before
your trim tight coil peals visions of delight.

Yet when I push my moves into the light
your body squirms and grows before my eyes,
and dread arises in a burst of fright.
You spit at me in angry spurts, surprise

me with a gush of clear and liquid spray,
while I make haste to scuttle fast away.