Blessed By A Good Horse
A tribute to the horse I lost in September '09. I never did have the time to mourn him but now I do.He was a beautiful dapple gray, hence the color I used for this work. *wipes away tears*
Miuil
This is a true story of a poor donkey found roaming around wide open fields with no shelter and almost starving
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
Byron with your stainless steel canoe paddle
While published we serve the masses and privacy lacks company.
A 'Crissy Mae' limerick
Just a quick, simple submission to get in on the Limerick challenge while I have a couple extra moments while doing my laundry.
The Black Galgo (Spanish Greyhound)
Black dogs are often the last to be adopted, and the first to be euthanized
Stolen Horses
Not a poem, but rather of a recent experience.
if i were an IPod
an older post i am reposting after reading RavensGold "Game of Death" and Odettas "Gray Wolf" and so this is my contribution to the matter of irresponsible pet owners and cruel SOB's across the globe. If you click on the poem itself you would see the hound dog beside it
Spirit of Shadow
A tribute to my friend who just lost her beloved cat
Parrots (villanelle)
Full of colour and so very gay my voice it can be very shrill keep me happy so I won't stray See my feathers all in array I sit and watch upon the sill Full of colour and so very gay Keep that beak of mine at bay I can use it with such gr
wait a minute! was this in the wedding vows?
I recall when I lived on solid ground but today my footing cannot be found my wife Lyn has been busy these days… adapting my home to suit her ways it is gone, my lawn of green open space she felt a desperate need to replace… my soft blades of g
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!
Odontoceti (Lady Morgana's Challenge)
A little hint perhaps in the title????
The Arabian Horse
On the cusp of beauty, you were born Before this World had its modern form. Atavar and Spirit much older than us Existence formed from the deserts' dust. Imprinted in time, dissolved on the wind Generous in spirit, eye that is kind. Givin
She fled for her Life
This is a poem with a twist in it
The Matador ( by Steven Reeve )
Wanting to create something similar I failed with dismal results So I turned to the masters of verse On the same subject matter of my choosing To see just how poetic it could be Maybe learning on the way I dont know if he famous But his words made it all so dramatic This sport that ends in death. I really enjoyed it so I am sure you will too.
Letting Go
Time not a breath of movement not a sound Motionless siloettes frozen in place Erie moment now captured now held bound Slowly cascading floating to no where Out of breath gripped by fear clutching for straws Faces so contorted with deceit bli
Tripe
TRIPE Unbelieving nostrils flare upon each taxed face smelling death's breath in an unfamiliar place. Survival's panic flashes in their innocent eyes as not guilty pleas echo in their unheeded cries! The end comes with steel piercing a trapp
He Is The One
i got a little stuck on this one ....
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.
Cats
This poem is about my feelings about cats. I love cats. I have 3 cats at home.
REDEX & HEDI STORY part 2
finish this up Red...I'm very, very dizzy..golly!, as I've trod in the footfalls of a dog, a cat, a mouse (wee footsfalls), and shot for the moon on owl's wing. I'm so amix, now never quite sure whether or when I'm a hoot hooting or squeeky scooting or hound howling or meow prowling...
Strictly for Snails
Inspired by the TV show ... 'Strictly Come Dancing' Please comment on my poems... "rubbish, nonsense, bad, hopeless" are all acceptable views :)
help the duck
an amazing world of fiction
Triangle
I love her she's with him, he makes three. When she kisses him who does she see? She may see two, maybe sometimes me, when there is three can't love two... Just left of center, inside right triangle, I am one, a number in this all bl
MY FELLOW ARTISTS
JUSTICE FOR ANIMALS, SHALL PREVAIL! THEIR LIVES ARE ALL THAT MATTERS TO ME! I'VE RESCUED, DOGS, CATS,AND EVEN A WHALE!
Game of Death
These are some verses from a song I did concerning the use of animals in sport ,ie coursing,foxhunting etc...
loving eyes for me
He arises again! Must be that time of the year!
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
The Dog
This is for the wolf
Lament Of A Dog
I know that I was a dog when I was born Now I do not know what I have become Man in his insanity to create Have gone about me to remake First he would not have me see a second generation So it was to the vet for sterilization For he would not h
"The Dog" - Elo's 'Rubaiyat' Challenge
Being a dog lover, I decided to try this form of poetry using the dog as my subject matter.
The animal With In
use your own amagination
Bucks &Does
Its what Bucks do in Rut
The Black Wolf
This poem was given to me by a very old friend of mine that is no more by my side, but I keep this with me always because he made it for me and it is of him, my guardian angel, The Black Wolf. Even though it is personal, to me, anyway, I thought some of you may enjoy it. So, enjoy, and comment if you will :)
My Bestest Pal
Moral: When you do good you receive inward grace of happiness and peace that words cant describe. To my dog Noe from Alice - love you xxx
If i was Panda Bear
i love Panda bear...and i dreaming when i was panda bear ^_^
RPM
My dogs.
Unconditional
My dog .........Buck
Little Feet on the Sand
I miss my dog so much
ducks plea
theres a fly in the oinkment someone ate pork chops the duck is in a plucking bad mood threats of assassination shooting him leave me alone you vile monsters talk of making curry of his dead remains scrambling the eggs and allsorts please any