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Pitter Patter
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter
Hoppity-hop, ears go flop!
Silky fur, whizzing like a blur
Beady dark eyes, stocky thighs
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter
Snow-white coat, splashed with color
Browns fading, beige shading
Mocha ears, chocolate smears
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter
Twitching nose, furry, little toes
Long, back feet, somehow discrete
Tiny, round tail, body so frail
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter
Nibbling away without a single delay
Simple ways, curiosity ablaze
Small front paws, cute without flaws
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter…
Hoppity-hop, ears go flop!
Silky fur, whizzing like a blur
Beady dark eyes, stocky thighs
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter
Snow-white coat, splashed with color
Browns fading, beige shading
Mocha ears, chocolate smears
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter
Twitching nose, furry, little toes
Long, back feet, somehow discrete
Tiny, round tail, body so frail
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter
Nibbling away without a single delay
Simple ways, curiosity ablaze
Small front paws, cute without flaws
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter…
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
This is just a cute lil poem I wrote about one of my rabbits. I don't usually write "happy" poems, so I figured I'd challenge myself to actually write a happy one. (:The Dog
The dog had run down the street.
The dog got tired from the heat.
He found a tree and took a seat,
and chowed upon a bone to eat.
The dog got tired from the heat.
He found a tree and took a seat,
and chowed upon a bone to eat.
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
Rin-tin-tin, it's whatever you want, I'm bored.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.Cats
Cats are furry
Which are always in a hurry
They have good eyesight
Even in the dark light
Cats are quick to see
Like a bumblebee
Cats can land on their feet
Which is hard to beat
Which are always in a hurry
They have good eyesight
Even in the dark light
Cats are quick to see
Like a bumblebee
Cats can land on their feet
Which is hard to beat
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
This poem is about my feelings about cats. I love cats. I have 3 cats at home.
a wink in time
a shot o'er the bough brought fear through the night
still, I wish you very much the same
never realizing the terrible chore
the unrealistic claim
that we both were to blame
no matter what our name
and who we chose to shame
or why we play the game
it always ends the same
we're human, expect little more
perspectives pick up the weakness of you now
the softness and bruising inside
I only try to help 'cause I know
the terrible thoughts in your mind
only leave you behind
and others of your kind
friends you may find
if they be of likemind
must have come from the same vine
thus securing that none ever grow
food on the table, but not a bite for me
nourishment? huh? what a joke!
I feed upon your vice and all you say is good
my belly fat with flab
from pronouncements that you blab
your failed attention for to grab
spotlight for diatribe
now you'll never hide
see your darkness deep inside
your heart is black, your mind is merely wood
still, I wish you very much the same
never realizing the terrible chore
the unrealistic claim
that we both were to blame
no matter what our name
and who we chose to shame
or why we play the game
it always ends the same
we're human, expect little more
perspectives pick up the weakness of you now
the softness and bruising inside
I only try to help 'cause I know
the terrible thoughts in your mind
only leave you behind
and others of your kind
friends you may find
if they be of likemind
must have come from the same vine
thus securing that none ever grow
food on the table, but not a bite for me
nourishment? huh? what a joke!
I feed upon your vice and all you say is good
my belly fat with flab
from pronouncements that you blab
your failed attention for to grab
spotlight for diatribe
now you'll never hide
see your darkness deep inside
your heart is black, your mind is merely wood
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
was to recall that cur, always bit the hand that fed them
My friend
He comes to me when I feel low.
He looks and senses that somehow.
He gives me reassurance when I feel alone.
He never angers and never moans.
He's been my friend and confidente,
For 15 years and not been paid a cent.
I value him above all my friends.
We don't fight so no need for amends.
He loves me unconditionally,
And I love him as he loves me.
No other has so consistently
Seen me thru troubles and adversity.
When I am blue he knows that too.
He keeps me company just we two.
When I am feeling tired or sick
He comes to me and shares a lick.
If I'm restless and in bed cold
He marches in oh so very bold.
He wraps around my feet and toes
And I really think he truly knows.
He never goes and he never strays.
I'll hold him dear til his final days.
He doesn't have any bad habits,
Unless you consider chasing rabbits.
If you wonder who would be so loyal
Tis my cat that treats me royal.
He is now old and getting thin
But a true and tried friend he's been.
Occassionally complains, seems to talk,
Only because I forget to clean his litterbox.
l'll love him fiercely 'til he's passed away.
And will grieve untold in my own way.
He looks and senses that somehow.
He gives me reassurance when I feel alone.
He never angers and never moans.
He's been my friend and confidente,
For 15 years and not been paid a cent.
I value him above all my friends.
We don't fight so no need for amends.
He loves me unconditionally,
And I love him as he loves me.
No other has so consistently
Seen me thru troubles and adversity.
When I am blue he knows that too.
He keeps me company just we two.
When I am feeling tired or sick
He comes to me and shares a lick.
If I'm restless and in bed cold
He marches in oh so very bold.
He wraps around my feet and toes
And I really think he truly knows.
He never goes and he never strays.
I'll hold him dear til his final days.
He doesn't have any bad habits,
Unless you consider chasing rabbits.
If you wonder who would be so loyal
Tis my cat that treats me royal.
He is now old and getting thin
But a true and tried friend he's been.
Occassionally complains, seems to talk,
Only because I forget to clean his litterbox.
l'll love him fiercely 'til he's passed away.
And will grieve untold in my own way.
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Posted: Dec 2009
About this poem:
Pet themeThis is why we love our pets
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 trapped head
then shackles grip hind legs, before they are dead.
Hoisting them stupefied to where jugulars are cut
now no more open fields, or leisurely casual strut!
Amid the stench of death and near congealed blood
the compulsory spilling out of that morning's cud.
For the stomach walls to be misshapen then dipped
in mother's milk, after all tubes have been clipped!
Hired slaughtermen sharpen blades to start again
on those left cowering without a future to sustain.
With only a raw instinct, fostered by others fright,
oh, how well all good meat eaters will eat tonight!
sonofadam
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 trapped head
then shackles grip hind legs, before they are dead.
Hoisting them stupefied to where jugulars are cut
now no more open fields, or leisurely casual strut!
Amid the stench of death and near congealed blood
the compulsory spilling out of that morning's cud.
For the stomach walls to be misshapen then dipped
in mother's milk, after all tubes have been clipped!
Hired slaughtermen sharpen blades to start again
on those left cowering without a future to sustain.
With only a raw instinct, fostered by others fright,
oh, how well all good meat eaters will eat tonight!
sonofadam
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Posted: Sep 2009
Post CommentMemoires of a Lion
I am the king of kings whose name is still neat.
The strongest one who doesn't know what weakness means.
I am the worthy creature who doesn't eat except meat.
Shame on you human you scandalized the glory of lions.
Shame on you Ozymandias, our body can't be yours.
We, unlike you, are neither greedy nor steel.
Look upon the rules that we respect in wars.
The greediest one of us spends days on one meal.
The rules of our combat were still honorable and fair.
Kill me man, torture, or slay me, but do not disguise in my honour.
The crimes you commit make Gulliver despair.
May the lion-body of Remises leave the evil head and be a runner.
Fortunately, I am still a lion with hairy head.
Who respect the rules that made by the dead.
A poem by Fayez
The strongest one who doesn't know what weakness means.
I am the worthy creature who doesn't eat except meat.
Shame on you human you scandalized the glory of lions.
Shame on you Ozymandias, our body can't be yours.
We, unlike you, are neither greedy nor steel.
Look upon the rules that we respect in wars.
The greediest one of us spends days on one meal.
The rules of our combat were still honorable and fair.
Kill me man, torture, or slay me, but do not disguise in my honour.
The crimes you commit make Gulliver despair.
May the lion-body of Remises leave the evil head and be a runner.
Fortunately, I am still a lion with hairy head.
Who respect the rules that made by the dead.
A poem by Fayez
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
I wrote this poem when I was studying at Bethlehem University. I wrote when the war of Iraq had broken out. I felt sad for people who die everyday and found that Lions are good creatures that follow rules, don't lie and....Instinct
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. :-)
FRISKIE THE SQUIRREL
FRISKIE THE SQUIRREL
As the morning sun shines on the soft fluffy snow
The birds on the treetops are looking below
When out of his home comes frisky the squirrel
Scurrying and scampering up the tree he does go
Than sits on a tree branch with his tail curled just so
Chattering and chattering at the movements below
Then along comes thumper with snow shoes for feet
Trips over a log than takes a big leap
Benny the weasel he sneaks through the snow
Hoping that no one will see where he goes
But Hotter the owl he sees him right now
Swoops down to scare him but where did he go
Friskies’s now tired of the commotion below
So he drops down an acorn and off they all go
Written by
Dorothy Elaine Calvert
Copyrights©
As the morning sun shines on the soft fluffy snow
The birds on the treetops are looking below
When out of his home comes frisky the squirrel
Scurrying and scampering up the tree he does go
Than sits on a tree branch with his tail curled just so
Chattering and chattering at the movements below
Then along comes thumper with snow shoes for feet
Trips over a log than takes a big leap
Benny the weasel he sneaks through the snow
Hoping that no one will see where he goes
But Hotter the owl he sees him right now
Swoops down to scare him but where did he go
Friskies’s now tired of the commotion below
So he drops down an acorn and off they all go
Written by
Dorothy Elaine Calvert
Copyrights©
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
I have written about five poems about Friskie my grandson used to just love for me to tell his about friskie befor he went to sleepPoems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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