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ladygwen123

Dinner (575)

Antelope running fast
Cheetah running faster.
Cheetah eats dinner
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
Cheetah's too fast for Antelope, which is a fast animal. Cheetahs run 75-80mph.Sombody read my Wooded church anonymously wanted more animals so heres afew haha


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Hailz94

My Bestfriend And I

WE USED TO WALK FOR MILES,
ACROSS THE MOORS, AND OVER STILES.
MY BEST FRIEND AND I

FLAT LANDS OR HIGH,
IT WAS NEVER A BURDEN FOR
MY BEST FRIEND AND I

WE`D SWEAT AND PUFF,
WHEN THE GOING GOT TOUGH,
BUT NEVER GOT THE HUFF
MY BEST FRIEND AND I

THE DAYS GOT LONG,
BUT WE STILL PLODDED ON
MY BEST FRIEND AND I

LIFE GOT TOUGH, AS THE DAYS WENT BY,
I HAD NO CHOICE BUT TO SAY GOODBYE
TO MY BEST FRIEND FROM I
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Posted: Aug 2014
About this poem:
I like this poem because it reminds me of my gorgeous dog pride who had to be put to sleep on the 13th march 2013 because her cancer came back and at that time couldn't save her :( miss her so much!
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socrates44online today!

Lords of the Prairies - A Tribute To The Bison

Dressed in my shaggy brown coat
I stand almost six feet
at my shoulders
and weigh almost a ton
I once roamed the prairies
in herds of millions
grazing on its grass
which fed and nourished
my brethren and I
for tens of thousands of years

Running at speeds of
over thirtyfive miles per hour
across the prairie
in herds that stretched
as far as the eye could see
our hooves created
a thunderous sound
that shook the earth
causing it to tremble
like an earthquake

We were slaughtered
in our millions
They left our dead bodies
to rot and decay
where we fell
Sometimes they took away our coats
other times they cut out
our tongues only
and left the rest
of our dead bodies
to putrefy and decay
on the prairie grasslands
that we had trod proudly on
for thousands of years

This is my epitaph
for I just saw the glint
of the sunlight
on the long mysterious stick
and heard its thunder
and felt something
go deep into my insides
as I fall to the ground
I shall go the way
of my proud ancestors
who once roamed
these lands in freedom as
Lords Of The Prairies
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
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.
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morgen90210

Sleeping with Dogs

Tonight I sleep with dogs,
Laughter through midnight hour,
Darkness has got a price,
Listening to a swaying willow tree.

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I'm sleeping with Charlie, Thomas and Bob,
Sweet scent from Jasmine flowers,
Shadows at my line of sight,
Hearing whispers spoken to me.

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Watching K9s is now my job,
Until night shift is up and over,
Forget my worries and hunger pangs,
Tomorrow I sleep with dogs again.

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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
dedicated to dogs handlers
I am now one .....just in to my 2nd night
a new experience with these amazing fellows
literally sleeping and looking after them at night

I just started to write after some agonising time as a security officer this pass couple of months...
miss my poet family here ....so glad to be back finally
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Loveheart11

BABY'S THE BOSS

A little Yorkie puppy looking lost and so alone, she was the smallest one so we decided to take her home. Quiet and still she’d sleep up on the stairs, hidden in the shadows you wouldn’t know she was there.
The quite little puppy is now fully grown, and runs the whole house just as if it were her own! Bossing the cats and our other dog to, she’s always telling them and us all what to do.
Her short little legs posed in a bossy stance, “I want to go out and I don’t care how, so, stop what you’re doing and take me now!”
With steel coloured curls and silky golden hair, she wants what she wants, and doesn’t care. You can almost see her in high heeled shoes, and her paws on her hips as she’s telling you, “I want it now so don’t get cross, just remember my name’s Baby, and Baby’s the Boss!”
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
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.
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Loveheart11

THE TINY BALL OF FLUFF

As I opened the cardboard box and looked into see, two large round copper coloured eyes, peered up at me, a tiny ball of fluff, a Persian kitten so sweet with a little round head and a long tail to complete.
I picked him up gently, he began to meow wondering, where was his mother, and where am I now? I stroked his cream coloured fur and cuddled him near to comfort and love him and calm him from fear.
From kitten to cat, he still loves to play, and doesn’t seem to mind if it’s night time or day. My companion and friend, I love him with all my heart, we’ll always be together, and never will part.
When I am unhappy, and I cry a tear, He licks my cheek gently as I put my face near, to show his affection, and say “I love you”, I stroke his head gently and say “Billy, I know that you do!”
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
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
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Yankee4youonline today!

The Stranger (Haiku)

Ever a good dog
Be leery of the stranger
Standing by the door
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
Ad lib.
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stormseeker223

just a random thing

Little birdie walking down the road
acting like you don't have a foe
kitty cat sneaking quite as can be
fly little birdie
fly be free
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Posted: Mar 2014
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anninspain

Dog In The Pound

I'm weary and I am lonely and,I am so afraid.
Please don't pass me by, will you come to my aid?
It's hard to understand why I was thrown on to the street
Left alone in the middle of nowhere with nothing around to eat.
I wasn't given a reason for being wanted no more
I was left alone and abandoned. Now what was all that for?
I never did any naughty things, of that I am so sure.
I never barked or ruined things. I even gave my paw.
So why do human's feelings change? I'm trying to see why
They would throw a good dog out like me, Oh my. Oh my. Oh my.
And now I'm here inside this cage,there's nothing more I can do
But pray that someone could love me. Could that person be you?
Each day goes by and I'm more afraid. I'm afraid in here I will die.
Because you all walk past my cage and, can't look me in the eye.
You may not think I'm pretty cos I have awfully scraggy hair
But that could be all mended if someone chose to care.
Oh please just stop. Look in my cage, one chance is all I need
I'd give you love in abundance and take very little to feed.
I'd be your loving companion and like to end my days.
Knowing that you loved me and, my funny little ways
It's so hard living in here but, I have my dreams you know.
So please don't walk past my cage. Please don't. Don't go
I'm getting rather desperate now for someone to hear my plea.
Please stop and look inside my cage. Please, please let it be me
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Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
I am a foster mum and look after dogs that come from the pound until their forever home is found
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socrates44online today!

3 Dog Haiku

dog breaks wind in sleep
awakens and sniffs the air
then bolts from the room


dog in playful mood
spinning around and around
to catch its own tail


dog sniffing the grass
searching for the perfect spot
to put down a poop
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
dedicated to dogs and dog lovers
(the funny side)
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