Instinct
We're guided by what's within us.
Morning Song
just remembering those spring mornings
Rebel Rouser
This isn`t exactly a poem, it`s an introduction to one of my role play characters in his wolf form back in the days of yahoo user rooms. Maybe someday they`ll come back along with all my fursonsas. Hope you enjoy picturing him in your mind=)
The Grub Hound
my dogs live for food
antipathy for death
with the lonely planet help..
She fled for her Life
This is a poem with a twist in it
She
just for fun
Darcy
This poem is for my Dog, That I had to put down after 16 years.
MANDY
IT SEEMS THAT LATELY ONE MY FAMILY DISAPPEARS FROM THE DEVILS TOWER! I HAVE ONE GOOD PERSON STILL WORKING THERE! HE WILL INVESTIGATE! SHE"S MY LITTLE CALICO!
Mountain- Sun Face
I will fix my gaze upon you To learn your secrets Mountain- Sun Face In the glory of the morning In the beauty of blue and green Among the glistening orbs of silver In the silence of your rising In the stillness of your Golden dawn The wind
Night Wolf
Written 3-22-02 This one is a look at myself. I saw myself as an invisible entity living in the shadows of earth, able to come and go as I please. But also knowing I was still trying trying to find out who I was so wasn`t sure what I wanted for my future, nor understanding parts of my past.
Lords of the Prairies - A Tribute To The Bison
The arrival of vast waves of white settlers in the 1800s, and their conflict with the Native American residents of the prairies, spelled the end for the buffalo. There were even buffalo killing contests. In one, a Kansan set a record by killing 120 bison in just 40 minutes. “Buffalo” Bill Cody, hired to slaughter the animals, killed more than 4,000 buffalo in just two years. Some U.S. government officials even promoted the destruction of the bison herds as a way to defeat their Native American enemies, who were resisting the takeover of their lands by white settlers. One Congressman, James Throckmorton of Texas, believed that “it would be a great step forward in the civilization of the Indians and the preservation of peace on the border if there was not a buffalo in existence.” Soon, military commanders were ordering their troops to kill buffalo — not for food, but to deny Native Americans their own source of food. One general believed that buffalo hunters “did more to defeat the Indian nations in a few years than soldiers did in 50.” By 1880, the slaughter was almost over. Where millions of buffalo once roamed, only a few thousand animals remained.
my pet duck
made a beautiful silky bow collar,for his little skinny neck so me and you can go for a walk, sneeked out the gate walking around to the front all the kids were amazed,dancing skipping for joy, they all wanted a pet duck,thinking to myself make a
Old Blind Mare
Written 10-22-00. A friend of mine owns...well, when this was written about 10-15 horses and one really stood out in my mind. She was a blind Saddlebred mare in her 20`s and she was never with the rest of the herd, but when I was there I swear she was looking right at me and knew things about me that I didn`t even know.
cheeky
HOW I MISS YOU MY DEAR FRIEND THE WAY YOU WOULD COME SIT ON MY SHOULDER LISTEN TO ME SOMETIMES TALK TO ME I WOULD WATCH YOU WANTED NOTHING FROM ME NO NOTHING YOU WHERE ALWAYS THERE FOR ME ,MY DAYS HAVE BEEN LONLEY SINCE YOUR PASSING I MISS T
Creatura Nobila (Noble Creature)
În toata afectiunea mea, ceea ce sa schimbat viata mea este am gasit un ciobanesc german negru un companion uimitor si un câine credincios aceste calitati inspira devotament si dragoste si obliga ma sa ma trezesc dimineata când vom iesi la plimb
Have Mercy on the Animals
I don't need to say anything about this poem, this poem says a lot in itself.
Texas free
Its about my bird who died on November 29th 2007 I accidently wasnt watching where i was going and squished her little head in the door as i was entering the washroom.
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN LIFE
A TRIBUTE TO MY CAT, JASMINE! I WILL NEVER BE CONTENT UNTIL WE ARE REUNITED!
loving eyes for me
He arises again! Must be that time of the year!
Chloe’s Sighting
Our dog is always on guard
My Feline Counselor
Something very old and primitive in our brains understands compassion even between species as witnessed with my cat. It makes me wonder why our more complex human brains discount it so much.
Instinct
This poem came to me as I was riding with some friends high up in the mountains a few years ago. I'd say the poem out loud and we'd all repeat it , finding the words, making it complete. :-) It speaks of man's desire to answer what's inside. :-)
IF IT SHOULD BE
This poem is about making the difficult decision of putting a dog down when it is so ill that it cannot walk, eat or control its bodily fluid any longer.
darkness
To see in the dark To wander about Unaided Unable to see To feel ones foot steps Where Objects lay To find your way Unaided to walk with ease to Walk Earing noise to help guide your way Object you canot avoid there in the way
Or is life a giant mobius, winding toward the cent
Or is life a giant mobius, winding toward the center.
Sweet Sylvia, Sweet
Written 8-4-02, a lot of the wolf poems I write are about my personal struggles with pieces of myself, and this one had a lot to do with seeing beauty within myself, and trusting that it was real, and that I should accept it. On the other hand, it has a strong message about understanding the wolf which I think we are all still trying to do. Sylvia, is also a medicine woman up here, so the name seemed fitting.
Dedication: For My Horse Rebel
An honest poem about an honest horse. "No hour spent in the saddle is ever wasted" - Winston Churchill.
fallen at first fence
It was the day of the national A new horse was entered A total outsider 1000 /1 Made of wood was he His name was dobin In fine livery was he Oh so wooden was he ? Painted in fine colors all painted propper On top sat his rider A carpen
MUTTNIK
JUST A SAMPLE OF ONE OF THE WRITINGS OF MY MOM, BEFORE SHE LEFT ON THE ULTIMATE ADVENTURE! MUTTNIK WAS A FEMALE DOG THAT THE RUSSIANS LAUNCHED INTO SPACE! VERY INHUMANE!
Storm
A short poem about a riding school horse
If Dogs Could Talk
Dogs don't talk, but if they did, these are some of things I think they would tell us. A dogs ability to love us unconditionally is unmatched. If only women were more like dogs, thankfully some are.
OUR FEATHERED FRIENDS
LET'S TREAT ANIMALS AS EQUALS!
Cats
This poem is about my feelings about cats. I love cats. I have 3 cats at home.
BETHY BOO
I RESCUED HER FROM A TRAP SET BY A EUTHENIZER BUT THE NEXT NIGHT SHE WAS TAKEN AWAY AND NO ONE TOLD ME! THE LOW LIFE IS THE OWNER OF MAMA JENNIES!
BABY'S THE BOSS
First written: 14th July 1997. This was my Mothers yorkie dog. She lived to about thirteen years old, and unfortunately developed epilepsy and eventually had to be put to sleep because it could not be controlled in the end even with medication.
"Puppy Love"
I wrote this poem when my Alsation dog had her puppies and it was time for them to go to their new homes. It is not easy letting them go, you can never be totally sure they will be treated properly, so I guess this was just my way of expressing my feelings.
THE TINY BALL OF FLUFF
First written: 12th July 1997. In memory of my lovely Persian cat who died aged just over 16 years. Sent to The International Library of Poetry 15th July 1997 Published in hardback book, ‘Quite Storm’ Spring 1998, also recorded on Poetry to Music via the
Night Fight
I was just thinking about some things that we hear in the night. How in the morning, if we had slept through it all, often times we would never even know it happened at all.
EVERY NITE
THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES ME SAD IS WHEN THEY HAVE TO PART FROM ME! I LIVE FOR THE DAY WHEN WE WILL ALL BE TOGETHER ON EARTH!
Be Kind to Animals
'The wicked man is cruel to his beast.' 'Bible'
My friend
Pet theme This is why we love our pets
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