Newest Pets / Animals Poems (167)

I love you,
mi princesa,
much like Henry V111
Should have loved Catherine of Aragon...

I will never forsake you
or betray you
as he did to she,
for one day you will bare a son...

God is on our side
not just the pope,
there will be no divorce
no Anne Boleyn...

We are secure in our wants
we declare,"we are."
between roses I am born
with you I am alive...

You will not be forgotten
as you grow old,
adorned in silken thread and gold
you will forever be my queen...

You should really try the water out of the toilet bowl!
It's delicious!

Quit feeding me dry kibble, I want what you're having!

You got it wrong pal, I'm not man's best friend, you are dog's best friend.

Get that leash away from me. Sometimes I just have to scamper freely in the clover, or in a fresh female doggie dump!

You need to relax. Life is not that complicated. All you need is a good bone, a good belly rub, and a good fire hydrant.

I really hate it when you leave me here all alone. It seems like forever to me till you come back, please come back!

I will always love you no matter what. I don't care about what you look like or what clothes you wear, or what car you drive. All I want is your time, your food, and your love.

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 have me pass on my genes
Lest my off springs behave like his wayward teens
To the store I am brought and bought doggy clothes
I did not know I had anything I need to fear being exposed
Then he went about to change my character
That I am a dog first and foremost did not factor
When I would like to be outside running wild
I am locked in a house as a companion for his child
So I grow lazy and fat
Punishment lay in store if for fun I dare look at the cat
Imagine me a dog expected to sit and watch television
And to show excitement and appreciation
Where there is deficient love and devotion
I the dog am recipient of those emotions
Now I am no longer a dog
I have become a member of the family
What I have become I really hate
I wish man would my doghood reinstate
For I must do the things man think a dog enjoy
When rather I would do what makes a dog doggone happy

My blood burns
As I begin the hunt
My prey is swift and canny
Yet I have patience

Softly, I pad through the grass
I hear the scamper of feet
My pulse quickens
My prey is near

I sniff the air
Catching the scent
Swiftly, silently I lope
The grass parts without a sound

I pounce upon my prey
Jaws closing on the neck
Blood fills my mouth
I feel the last pulse

After my feast
I lay in the sun
Awaiting the next day
The next prey.

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 blind
Crouching confined inching forward slow craw
Pain recessed into the crevices gone

They danced forms outlining one another
Moving almost as if they were just one
No visions of life just the two lovers
For that moment time stood still and they danced

As they flew from the nest the mother cried
Now empty exposed the nest built with pride


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I woke up today after a rush of the night
thought I saw my own shadow but instead
it was the shadow of the hound.......

I found my best friend as I was driving apart
thought I saw it houl at the moon its
tail was wagging of joy it found
a new keeper its master I am.....



AHHHHHH

Hiding low my deep voice in depth of sound
More vocal my watery world than yours
Many miles in distance my presence found
Yet not far from the glimmering Azores

Large at birth swimming a winnowing sea
Transiting as I do from pole to pole
Roams vast a spirit for remaining free
Carefree I go shimmering shoal to shoal

Alive with such hope for life eternal
So much older now and so much wiser
Fills a legend from a sailor's journal
My famous name now flows like a geyser


Relate to Jonah tales of Isreal
Be watchful for spirit of Ishmael

Busy fire engines with flashing lights and wailing sirens
Do you want an ear muff or do you want to scream?
I hear you howling each time they pass by

When the moon is full and ever so bright
Does it affect your senses or your sight?
Ever so often I hear you howling in the night

The spirit of death some times you know
Or do you sense sadness, melancholy and woe?
your howling bespeak despair

You are no hypocrite so you told the truth
He had not the best singing voice
So you did not stop howling until his singing ceased

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 shall wake the Oak
The leaves shall whisper gently
Of Iris' sweet descending
The bough of heavens gate
To recite the oracles of wisdom
And dance among the gentle race
With a heart full of treasure
As I learn your knowledge
My fields shall be full and ripe
As I consider your ways
I shall harvest the Joy of the morning
When you cause your face to shine on me
I shall no longer eat the weeds of spoil
I shall glory in your mighty rays
The banner of your steadfast arms
Teach me your ways Mountain Sun Face

BENJI IS MISSING


“Where has he gone, Oh! What can I do?”
My poor little Benji, is it really true?”
Poor Mrs Willis afraid for her friend,
Reports to the police she fears a sad end.

Still no Benji, as three days pass by
Stuck with the mystery the police don’t know why,
Benji is a dog, a Labrador of gold
He’s kind, good with children, and four years old.

“It’s not like him to just run away,”
Poor Mrs Willis has little else to say,
Constable Swift tells of her enquiries so far,
With two cops on the beat, and one in a car.

On the sixth day, Benji then reappears
Smothered with kisses and plenty of tears
Officer Smythe told of the time our friend had,
Just four streets away, and now he’s a dad.

“Oh! Benji my lad, what are we going to do,
You are a good boy, but I have missed you so too”,
Although he is a proud father to a litter of eight
No more will she let him beyond the front gate.