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Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: best friend, fun, love, pets,

The Dog of my Life

Shakespearean Sonnet

I remember the day I picked you,
With your sweet little puppy dog eyes.
For my heart was searching for love too,
When I looked down and heard your soft cries.

Your brothers and sisters were running,
They were after a fallen clothes peg,
But there was a puppy so stunning 
Trying hard to get up on my leg.

Four years it has been since that moment
And I thank God daily for his gift
Each day you give me such enjoyment 
Your love has given my heart a lift.

Today I know as clear as can be,
I didn’t pick you; rather you picked me.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.26.2014
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton 
Contest: Pets
2nd


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 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 Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: cat, love, pets, , Lullaby,

Lilly's Lullaby

She was always there 
     with her big green eyes
Looking up at me 
     and into the skies.

Her dreams were of birds
     and of prowling about.
I tried keeping her in
     but she always got out.

She would hide on the roof
     to hunt unwary prey
then gift them to me
     in her honoring way.

Sometimes I screamed loudly
     at the gifts that she offered
centipedes, roaches and mice
     were some things she proffered.

Praises were always followed 
     by special kitty treats.
While I pleaded with her
     to make no repeats.

She always stood guard
     as if to give me protection
and would curl up close to me
     to offer her affection.

Oh Lilly, sweet Lilly
     please continue to purr
and I will continue
     to stroke your soft fir.

As her song would begin 
     well, it made me cry.
I’ll miss her every day
     until the day that I die.


November 24, 2014


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 Diane Lefebvre |
Categories: abuse, child, dog, first love, friendship, pets, together,

The Stray

There was a little dog one day,
Who ambled on his aimless way.
He didn't have a house or home:
A doggy bed or fine meat bone.

His coat was mats and full of fleas.
He owned no boy to try and please.
Near garbage bin was where he sat,
Along with one sad, homeless cat.

His human threw him out you see.
This person wasn't you or me.
For we would never be so cruel,
Or act like some poor, heartless fool.

The winter came and with it cold.
Dog's airy ways were put on hold.
He shivered in the dark of night:
A sad, pathetic, needy sight.

And then a storm blew in with snow.
It left dog with no place to go.
He sat and whined beside the road,
For someone kind to lift his load.

Then came a car -- slow passing by.
A young boy warm and loved inside.
He saw the freezing, half grown pup 
And begged they stop and pick him up.

The winter passed and next the spring.
Now please behold a wondrous thing.
A boy and dog romp on the grass.
All mats and fleas now in the past.

It's joy and love and fun we see
The way that God meant it should be.
Both run and play, all pain now past;
This bond of dog and boy shall last.

The sad thing is allotted time
Of man and dog will just not rhyme.
The boy will know sad loss of friend,
Long years before his own sure end.

Then in a time that's yet to be,
They'll reunite both young and free.
Forever will their bond go on,
In timeless sunsets, countless dawns.


© 2015 Diane Lefebvre


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.
After the last one was planted, he sniffed it;
Then 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 John Posey |
Categories: dog, heart, love, me, money, pets, school, truth,

Tige

(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.


Poem Details | by nicholas windle |
Categories: animals, devotion, friendship, happiness, love, pets,

thoughtful paws

Place your hand upon my coat,
Watch me shiver so,
Pure ecstasy with you I feel,
Through my eyes I touch your soul.

For ill be there at your waking,
My tail, wagging to and fro.
In the evening bring you comfort,
When the days, stress has took its toll.

Can there be a friend so loyal,
Who will be there when you call?
In this ever changing world,
Some things never change at all.




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 Donald Meikle |
Categories: animals, friendship, love, pets, love, me,

cat proud

A part of what you are to me
Knowing you are free to be
apart from me
and yet
I am no longer free
to be alone from thee
so hold my heart my love my soul
for you are all that keeps me whole
Upon this sea of life and storm
I hold your love to light and warm
my every breath
on every turn with you I yearn to be
to hold you close to feel you blink
your breath upon my face
refreshes me as we embrace
and then I sink to deep contented sleep
a well fed cat
in Summer sun
whose furry dreams 
have just begun
paws atingle purrs  aloud 
whisker flicking joy and proud
as only cats can 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 Fritz Purdum |
Categories: dog, heaven, love, pets,

Good Dogs go to Heaven

She had four long legs and a curved tail
with a smile that made you happy
She had big ears and eyes full of care
and ways that were fun and sappy
She had a big heart and a loud bark
She could look dumb but be so smart
She was loyal and true
She could chase away the blues
and she always knew
that I loved her too
I miss her so
Hard to let her go
Good dogs go to Heaven
she will be waiting for me at the Pearly Gates
Peter will let us in
She jumps with joy as I hug my friend
asking with those big soft eyes
trying to keep mine dry
why are you so late
it's hard for a dog to wait


Poem Details | by RALPH TAYLOR |
Categories: happiness, love, pets, love, me,

Goldilocks

She's been gone for 16 years now
but her memory lingers on.
It seems like only yesterday,
I still can't believe she's gone!

From the first day that I met her,
there was never any doubt.
She's the one who taught me,
what love was all about.

Whenever I came home from work,
she met me at the door!
She was always glad to see me,
we had such great rapport.

In the evening while I watched TV,
she would snuggle in real tight.
Then when bedtime rolled around,
she would sleep with me all night.

We loved each others company
it coud not be denied.
For 14 years, my faithfull friend,
was right there by my side.

Her breed was, Boston Bulldog,
but she was gentle as could be.
Her coat was mostly brown and white,
but was a true-blue friend to me!

I've had happy times throughout my life,
of that, there is no doubt!
But "Goldilocks", my canine friend,
showed what love was all about!


Contest: The Secondhand Emotion
By: Ralph Taylor









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 charlie milne |
Categories: animals, death, friendship, life, loss, lost love, love, passion, pets, sad

She waits.


I see her still in twilights shroud
At visions edge she’s standing still
She lives on for me, but makes no sound
Her presence felt , a loving glow.

She watches me with sightless eyes
The look that speaks but makes no sound
Where shadows spill she lingers now
But when I look I cannot see, just feel

She should be here if fate were kind
My partner in the quite times
I miss the things she needed that I gave.
That giving soul that has now passed.

She waits, I know she does.
The bond that held will always be
She was my friend, my love, my charge.
Now my pain, my loss, my memory’s dear.


Poem Details | by Jessie Howell |
Categories: animals, art, caregiving, cowboy-western, daughter, dedication, devotion, family, friendship, happiness, history, love, nature, passion, pets, happy, happy,

Mousey

I love my Mousey,
She lives in a field in BrushCreek, Tennessee,
Walking with her her of cattle,
As happy as she will ever be.

Without this there would be only she,
And i could make her as happy as me,

I miss her immensly, for thee i wish well,
For everyday i wish she wont sell, 
And I could show her in the Dekalb County Fair,
I would sell never an ounce of her.
Hehe not even one of her little white hairs.

Even when all the way over there,
Mine she is for no one but me to share, if I do so happen to dare.

Cute as a button,
A button her nose may well be,
Where I first touched her sweet little body,
Not once but twice sweetly,
For wherever she goes I could spot her, along with her sister and mother.

Many a mile away, for she is not at all,
Not at all what you would say a little grayish thing.

But a heifer who grows daily,
Only to shove the motherly tears away.
In my eyes though, she will always be, forever and always, my baby girl, my sweetie,
my beautiful girl, my Mousey


Poem Details | by Lindsey Pritchett |
Categories: animals, childhood, death, lost love, love, pets, sad,

My Long Lost Friend

He was my best friend
His name was Snoopy
He was a beagle
My favorite pet.

I got him on Christmas day
He was just a little pup
I loved him so much
Then God took him away.

He was out hunting 
He never came back
He was gone 
Just like that.

I wonder every day
Where is he
Alive or…
Dead?

I still miss him so
I cry at night
Missing him
Missing him 



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 Mike Gentile |
Categories: dedication, loss, love, missing, pets,

A Million Tears

If I cried a million tears, would that bring back my baby
Would it take away the pain and maybe
Fill the hole in my heart

If I cried a million tears would that fill the bed that’s empty
Would it stop the love that tempts me
Not to make a new start

Well,   I’ve cried two million tears and I still long for that soft touch
But the memories of so , so much
Will never dim

For after all is done and tears have subsided
We will all be united
And I will always love him




In Memory of my little Hudson


Poem Details | by Michael Degenhardt |
Categories: friendship, love, pets, care, care, love, me,

Unconditional Love

I don’t care if you’re young or even if you’re old.
Just love me.
I don’t care if you’re humble or even if you’re bold.
Just love me.
I don’t care if you’re quiet or even if you’re loud.
Just love me.
I don’t care if you’re disappointed or even proud.
Just love me.
I don’t care if you’re short or even if you’re tall.
Just love me.
I don’t care if you can stand or even if you fall.
Just love me.

You see, this type of love I have
I give to you each day.
What I think I have from you,
please don’t ever take away.
You walk with me and talk to me
and caress my loving face.
You’ve given me a home
in a safe, warm, loving place.
So, thank you, my dear loved one
for all you do for me.
You’ll always get my love
and this you’ll always see.
I’m proud to be the receiver
of your attention every day.
And, love forever more
will always come your way.
So, even when you think
that your life is in a fog.
Don’t ever fail to realize
I’ll always be your dog.


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 Line Gauthier |
Categories: dog, fun, joy, love, pets, sweet, uplifting,

LOVE BUG



June bug
Jitterbug
Litterbug
Doodlebug
Sweet love bug
Please don’t shrug
Or be smug
My precious darling pug
With you I’ll share my mug
When at my heart you tug
You’re in for a big hug
Let’s cuddle and be snug



posted on November 3, 2018


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 VICTOR BUN |
Categories: angel, anniversary, beautiful, beauty, birthday, black african american, boyfriend, brother, business, caregiving, childhood, christian, christmas, dedication, easter, family, father, flower, friendship, girl, girlfriend, graduation, grandmother, happiness, happy, home, hope, husband, inspirational, life, love, memory, mother, passion, people, pets, relationship, romance, romantic, rose, seasons, social, success, thank you, wedding,

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


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 Edward Ebbs |
Categories: pets,

English Mastiff - A Love Story

Both of our baby girls wear a black mask.
They try listen to do what my wife asks.
These gentle giants far out weigh my wife.
The two girls are a large part of her life.

Shelby is the watcher by my wife’s side.
She has been with us since she first cried.
Molly is always there looking up for attention.
She is quick to defend without any mention.

For me these girls are a blessing I adore.
They slobber, pass gas, and they even snore.
Both these girls get me off the ol' hook.
We love them for they give more than a look.

Without trying a dog will fill your heart.
A friend and bond until death do you part.

Edward JEbbs - November 23, 2014


Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: allegory, animal, beauty, life, love, metaphor, nature, parody, pets,

A Love Lyric from the Amorous Shepherd

THEY graze in beauty on the land
     of grassy glades and dewy dales,
and all that's best of tamed and tanned
     meets in their aspect and their tails;
thus mellowed to that tender hand
     which Shepherd to mild glen compels.

One fleece the more, one spot the less,
     had half-repaired the shearless grace
which wreathes in every woolen tress
     or darkly tightens o'er their face,
where eyes serenely sweet express
     how pure, how dear their grazing race.

And on that rump and o'er that round
     so fat, so plump, yet elegant,
the baas that win, the hooves that bound,
     but tell of days in meadows spent—
a flock at peace with all around,
     a drove whose milk is innocent.












Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: absence, angst, animal, bereavement, best friend, care, cat, dog, farewell, feelings, friendship, grief, happiness, heartbroken, home, hope, journey, joy, loss, love, love hurts, miss you, my children, pets, remember, sad love, sweet, thanks, together, tribute,

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.