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The Black Galgo (Spanish Greyhound)
I am just a black Galgo,nothing much to see
But really there is so much more, for you to see in me
I cannot help my colour, Nor can I help my breed
But I am a black Galgo, and desperately in need
People like the brindle, or the plain or the tan
But I am black, I can't change that, if only someone can
Why can't you see through the black and see my aching heart
Why can't you see the the love in me, it goes right off the chart
But black is black and we are shunned, our fate is to wait to die
We're forgotten, we're scared and invisible, please give us a try
Black is beautiful so they say, so why are we still here
We are beautiful dogs with beautiful hearts, so let us melt your fear
Open up your own hearts, please open up your mind and see
That black really is beautiful, and beautiful and black is me
But really there is so much more, for you to see in me
I cannot help my colour, Nor can I help my breed
But I am a black Galgo, and desperately in need
People like the brindle, or the plain or the tan
But I am black, I can't change that, if only someone can
Why can't you see through the black and see my aching heart
Why can't you see the the love in me, it goes right off the chart
But black is black and we are shunned, our fate is to wait to die
We're forgotten, we're scared and invisible, please give us a try
Black is beautiful so they say, so why are we still here
We are beautiful dogs with beautiful hearts, so let us melt your fear
Open up your own hearts, please open up your mind and see
That black really is beautiful, and beautiful and black is me
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Posted: Jun 2016
About this poem:
Black dogs are often the last to be adopted, and the first to be euthanized
MY OLD FRIEND
Gaston
Under a Peace Rose
he rests,
surrounded by daffodils,
in the tranquility of an English garden.
Near to the woods he loved
over hanging a quiet river valley,
where all the seasons changes
were a joy to us.
In the Spring he ran through the Bluebells
parting them as if they were the sea,
Snow Drops the foam.
Banks softly glowing with primroses
like a sandy beach.
As the seasons changed, so did natures colours
The green and purple of the violets of summer,
multi shades of autumn brown,
and the white and gray of winter.
We loved them all.
Glimpses of pheasant, fox and squirrel.
The fleeting view of deer.
All the things that he enjoyed in life,
and dreamed of when he slept.
Now he can chase them for ever.
My sounding board and comfort in times of trouble,
he always trusted me and rewarded me
with unquestioning love and loyalty.
Always in my memory,
rest well my friend.
Under a Peace Rose
he rests,
surrounded by daffodils,
in the tranquility of an English garden.
Near to the woods he loved
over hanging a quiet river valley,
where all the seasons changes
were a joy to us.
In the Spring he ran through the Bluebells
parting them as if they were the sea,
Snow Drops the foam.
Banks softly glowing with primroses
like a sandy beach.
As the seasons changed, so did natures colours
The green and purple of the violets of summer,
multi shades of autumn brown,
and the white and gray of winter.
We loved them all.
Glimpses of pheasant, fox and squirrel.
The fleeting view of deer.
All the things that he enjoyed in life,
and dreamed of when he slept.
Now he can chase them for ever.
My sounding board and comfort in times of trouble,
he always trusted me and rewarded me
with unquestioning love and loyalty.
Always in my memory,
rest well my friend.
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
My first dog (Brittany)Afternoon in May
Haunting the grass
a butterfly
alights
upon its
rain-bent blades.
Daisies bathe its
tawny wings
in shadow.
Seconds pass.
Then
up and
away it flies,
freckling through the
haze. A
blackbird's voice,
flute-soft, clear,
accompanies its
breeze-borne flight to
other grass blades
and
other flowers.
a butterfly
alights
upon its
rain-bent blades.
Daisies bathe its
tawny wings
in shadow.
Seconds pass.
Then
up and
away it flies,
freckling through the
haze. A
blackbird's voice,
flute-soft, clear,
accompanies its
breeze-borne flight to
other grass blades
and
other flowers.
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Posted: Jul 2010
Post CommentShe
combs the sun's beams through her locks
dapples moonshine on her cheeks
sets brilliant stars upon her wrists
and stings her neck and arms with
musk and, bloodying her lips with gloss,
she steps from her apartment
strutting through the streets on clouds
alluring with coy glances
dapples moonshine on her cheeks
sets brilliant stars upon her wrists
and stings her neck and arms with
musk and, bloodying her lips with gloss,
she steps from her apartment
strutting through the streets on clouds
alluring with coy glances
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Posted: Jul 2010
Post CommentInstinct
What is it makes your old yard dog
Bay all night at the moon,
In chorus with the wild coyote's
Archaic clannish tune?
By daylight he's content enough
To lay around and nap.
Domesticated by his look
A ward of table scrap.
But nightfall wakens something deep
Where mind and soul convene.
Some age-old longing locked away
Embedded in his genes.
The same thing makes a fella
Who is both steadfast and sane,
Jerk down a rope and join the chase
With slack pitched in his rein.
His slight regard for consequence
Attests to what's inside.
A banner unfurled honestly,
Impossible to hide.
Some know it on the ocean's waves.
Some dig it out of mines.
It finds us on the city streets
Or high up in the pines.
It's played out in the stadiums
For all the multitude,
Or realized in the cedar breaks
In perfect solitude.
That we fool others and ourselves
It matters not at all.
We're ruled by what's inside us
When we hear the coyote call.
Bay all night at the moon,
In chorus with the wild coyote's
Archaic clannish tune?
By daylight he's content enough
To lay around and nap.
Domesticated by his look
A ward of table scrap.
But nightfall wakens something deep
Where mind and soul convene.
Some age-old longing locked away
Embedded in his genes.
The same thing makes a fella
Who is both steadfast and sane,
Jerk down a rope and join the chase
With slack pitched in his rein.
His slight regard for consequence
Attests to what's inside.
A banner unfurled honestly,
Impossible to hide.
Some know it on the ocean's waves.
Some dig it out of mines.
It finds us on the city streets
Or high up in the pines.
It's played out in the stadiums
For all the multitude,
Or realized in the cedar breaks
In perfect solitude.
That we fool others and ourselves
It matters not at all.
We're ruled by what's inside us
When we hear the coyote call.
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
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. :-)Let Live the Animals
They have life,
They are flesh and blood,
They have families,
They are just like you and me.
They feel pain,
They get hurt,
Though they can't say it,
The way we blurt.
Animals just look different,
They aren’t other,
Created by the same Creator,
We just are crueller.
We conquer,
We give them no space,
We do not compliment them,
As how our Creator said.
Know you people,
Creations of God,
Love other creatures,
Do not get them gnawed.
They are flesh and blood,
They have families,
They are just like you and me.
They feel pain,
They get hurt,
Though they can't say it,
The way we blurt.
Animals just look different,
They aren’t other,
Created by the same Creator,
We just are crueller.
We conquer,
We give them no space,
We do not compliment them,
As how our Creator said.
Know you people,
Creations of God,
Love other creatures,
Do not get them gnawed.
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Posted: Jul 2009
About this poem:
A poem dedicated to all animals. Praying that mankind would give them space.Arf arf!
Good morning!
I waited all night for you!
Aren't you proud of me?
Don't you love me?
Woops, I'll get out of your way.
I'll wait for you
Yay! You came back!
Don't you love me?
Um, ok, have to wait some more.
You're a little bit busy, i can tell.
Isn't that very perceptive of me?
You must love me.
Yay! Breakfast!
Mmmm, bacon and ham!
Yay! Table scraps!
Don't you love me?
Ok, you're spending time wtih your bookbag
and the fun papers.
I'm a little bit bored
But I know you love me more.
We're all alone in the house.
isn't this great?
Where are you?
Do you still love me?
Hey! What are you doing out there?
Where are you going?
Are you coming back?
Do you love me?
I miss you soo much.
My world has no meaning without you.
I have been forgotten.
You do love me, right?
All I can do is sit on the couch
run around
and eat.
Did you ever love me?
It's been an eternity
the doorknob rattles.
Is it you?
You really do love me!
Who are you?
I've never seen you before.
WHO ARE YOU?!
I don't love you.
Ow, my neck.
Hey, get me out of here!
You mean masked man!
I'll never love you!
Let me OUT!!
I miss my couch
my house
my love.
Hey, this bag feels heavier.
Why have we stopped moving?
Where are we?
Will I ever see my love again?
Hey! Don't swing me like that!
Stop it!
Aaah! Why'd you let me go?!
You never loved me!
Umm, I'm still in here!
It's getting really wet!
Thisn isn't any kind of swimming I've done before.
What kind of love is this?
Who's driving away?
There's too much water in here!
I can't breathe!!
I love you.
I waited all night for you!
Aren't you proud of me?
Don't you love me?
Woops, I'll get out of your way.
I'll wait for you
Yay! You came back!
Don't you love me?
Um, ok, have to wait some more.
You're a little bit busy, i can tell.
Isn't that very perceptive of me?
You must love me.
Yay! Breakfast!
Mmmm, bacon and ham!
Yay! Table scraps!
Don't you love me?
Ok, you're spending time wtih your bookbag
and the fun papers.
I'm a little bit bored
But I know you love me more.
We're all alone in the house.
isn't this great?
Where are you?
Do you still love me?
Hey! What are you doing out there?
Where are you going?
Are you coming back?
Do you love me?
I miss you soo much.
My world has no meaning without you.
I have been forgotten.
You do love me, right?
All I can do is sit on the couch
run around
and eat.
Did you ever love me?
It's been an eternity
the doorknob rattles.
Is it you?
You really do love me!
Who are you?
I've never seen you before.
WHO ARE YOU?!
I don't love you.
Ow, my neck.
Hey, get me out of here!
You mean masked man!
I'll never love you!
Let me OUT!!
I miss my couch
my house
my love.
Hey, this bag feels heavier.
Why have we stopped moving?
Where are we?
Will I ever see my love again?
Hey! Don't swing me like that!
Stop it!
Aaah! Why'd you let me go?!
You never loved me!
Umm, I'm still in here!
It's getting really wet!
Thisn isn't any kind of swimming I've done before.
What kind of love is this?
Who's driving away?
There's too much water in here!
I can't breathe!!
I love you.
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
Along the same lines as THE ASPCA poem, but in a different, more intimate setting. The dog is an allegory for naivete.
"Puppy Love"
I'm only a puppy, but learn I must,
to communicate with this man I'm to trust.
I'm always in trouble, but not by choice,
how much I would say if I had a voice.
Being a puppy is chasing a cat,
or chewing a piece out of someone's new hat.
Rolling on gardens, chasing the bees,
or pushing the children down to their knees.
A bigger challenge I've never found,
than to bring all that washing down to the ground.
I can't understand why man hesitates,
when his little one begs for a pup.
For although we are bad, we're adorable,
and like children, need time to grow up.
With patience and love we soon understand,
to yield and respond to a kind but firm hand.
In return we offer, that which no man can give,
our faith and protection for as long as we live.
to communicate with this man I'm to trust.
I'm always in trouble, but not by choice,
how much I would say if I had a voice.
Being a puppy is chasing a cat,
or chewing a piece out of someone's new hat.
Rolling on gardens, chasing the bees,
or pushing the children down to their knees.
A bigger challenge I've never found,
than to bring all that washing down to the ground.
I can't understand why man hesitates,
when his little one begs for a pup.
For although we are bad, we're adorable,
and like children, need time to grow up.
With patience and love we soon understand,
to yield and respond to a kind but firm hand.
In return we offer, that which no man can give,
our faith and protection for as long as we live.
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
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.
online today!Stolen Horses
The love of horses knows not it's own depth
'Til the hour of separation. -Unknown
Three horses taken from the field one night
By hands of strangers without plight;
How bold they are to take the horse,
Those who are without remorse.
If they could trust, as those they steal
They just might find an honest deal. - Peter J. Hurst
On March 23rd, I had bought a buckskin pony at the Cleburne Horse Sale. I had him delivered that very night and settled him into a stall in the barn. The very next morning at 7:00 AM March 24th, the barn gate was ajar and the three Paint geldings were missing. We recruited some neighbors, the wranglers and ourselves and fanned out like a covey of quail to search. We searched five miles out from the ranch, exploring abandoned properties, talking to other neighbors, etc.. NO HORSES.
We searched until 1:00 AM with no sign of the horses anywhere. We filed a stolen horses report with the county sheriff's department who took photos, copies of brands, etc... My boss who is the county sheriff got on the phone and contacted sherrifs from six other counties to lean on the deliveryman who was the last person besides myself to see the horses.We made it very "HOT" for him to move those horses. I also got onto netposse and had fliers made up of the horses with their information which contacts every sheriff's department in the US, plus every sale barn in the US. Last Tuesday, Mr.Bear e-mailed those fliers to the deliveryman. Tuesday night, the horses were "found" running loose by a Sheriff's Deputy ten miles from our ranch. One of the horses had been hit by a truck. He has a nasty gash above his left eye and on his neck. Eighty stitches to put him back together. We figure the deliveryman was going to sell the horses and cut his losses when it got too "HOT" for him. He dumped them in our area to be found. We have a bill of $1,074.40 with the vet bill, impound fees, etc. We are NOT happy about this at all.
We fully intend to prosecute and on top of all of this "FUN", I learned that I need to have a hysterectomy on May 11th.
'Til the hour of separation. -Unknown
Three horses taken from the field one night
By hands of strangers without plight;
How bold they are to take the horse,
Those who are without remorse.
If they could trust, as those they steal
They just might find an honest deal. - Peter J. Hurst
On March 23rd, I had bought a buckskin pony at the Cleburne Horse Sale. I had him delivered that very night and settled him into a stall in the barn. The very next morning at 7:00 AM March 24th, the barn gate was ajar and the three Paint geldings were missing. We recruited some neighbors, the wranglers and ourselves and fanned out like a covey of quail to search. We searched five miles out from the ranch, exploring abandoned properties, talking to other neighbors, etc.. NO HORSES.
We searched until 1:00 AM with no sign of the horses anywhere. We filed a stolen horses report with the county sheriff's department who took photos, copies of brands, etc... My boss who is the county sheriff got on the phone and contacted sherrifs from six other counties to lean on the deliveryman who was the last person besides myself to see the horses.We made it very "HOT" for him to move those horses. I also got onto netposse and had fliers made up of the horses with their information which contacts every sheriff's department in the US, plus every sale barn in the US. Last Tuesday, Mr.Bear e-mailed those fliers to the deliveryman. Tuesday night, the horses were "found" running loose by a Sheriff's Deputy ten miles from our ranch. One of the horses had been hit by a truck. He has a nasty gash above his left eye and on his neck. Eighty stitches to put him back together. We figure the deliveryman was going to sell the horses and cut his losses when it got too "HOT" for him. He dumped them in our area to be found. We have a bill of $1,074.40 with the vet bill, impound fees, etc. We are NOT happy about this at all.
We fully intend to prosecute and on top of all of this "FUN", I learned that I need to have a hysterectomy on May 11th.
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
Not a poem, but rather of a recent experience.
online today!Chloe’s Sighting
Chloe flung off her pillow bed
Howling growling towards the shed
What moved so in the shadow dark
To make her jump so high and bark?
We gathered to the window sill
And looking over the side hill
It stood by a towering spruce
A big and young and curious moose
Rain falling upon his lanky stance
We watched him in our silent trance
Away he slipped a fleeting ghost
Until all we saw his hindmost
And disappeared in growing fog
Back away towards the cedar bog
And slowing smiling from within
Broke our faces into a wide grin
Howling growling towards the shed
What moved so in the shadow dark
To make her jump so high and bark?
We gathered to the window sill
And looking over the side hill
It stood by a towering spruce
A big and young and curious moose
Rain falling upon his lanky stance
We watched him in our silent trance
Away he slipped a fleeting ghost
Until all we saw his hindmost
And disappeared in growing fog
Back away towards the cedar bog
And slowing smiling from within
Broke our faces into a wide grin
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
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