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Unknown

demise of a dog

I once had a home but had to roam,I came upon a a place that looked slow paced. I livend things up and started a ruccus. Out came the house master in a rage chasing me oh what a game. The geese walloped me but i got them back and the chickens where a blast. "BANG"Now im in the past.
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Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
I wish people would be better owners of there pets. my poor hen is still morning for her babies.
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lostabone

Title Unknown

Don't think of him as gone away
his journey's just begun,
life holds so many facets
this earth is only one.

Just think of him as resting
from the sorrows and the tears,
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.

Think of how he must be wishing
that we could know today,
how nothing but our sadness
can really go away.

And think of him as living
in the hearts of those he touched...
for nothing loved is ever lost
and he was loved so much.
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Posted: Mar 2012
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lostabone

If It Should Be

If it should be I grow frail and weak
And pain prevents my peaceful sleep.
Then you must do what must be done
When this last battle can't be won.

You will be sad, I understand.
Selfishness might stay your hand.
But on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship take the test.

We've had so many happy years
That what's to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer, so
When the time comes, please let me go.

Take me where my need they'll tend.
Only--stay with me until the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me.
Until my eyes no longer see.

I know, in time, you too will see
It is a kindness that you do for me.
Although my tail it's last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.

Do not grieve it should be you.
Who must decide this thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years...
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
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Posted: Mar 2012
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lostabone

This Old Cat

I'm getting on in years,
My coat is turning gray.
My eyes have lost their luster,
My hearing's just okay.
I spend my day dreaming
Of conquests in my past,
Lying near a sunny window
Waiting for its warm repast.

I remember our first visit,
I was coming to you free,
Hoping you would take me in
And keep me company.
I wasn't young or handsome,
Two years I'd roamed the street.
There were scars upon my face,
I hobbled on my feet.

I could sense your disappointment
As I left my prison cage.
Oh, I hoped you would accept me
And look beyond my age.
You took me out of pity,
I accepted without shame.
Then you grew to love me,
And I admit the same.

I have shared with you your laughter,
You have wet my fur with tears.
We've come to know each other
Throughout these many years.
Just one more hug this morning
Before you drive away,
And know I'll think about you
Throughout your busy day.

The time we've left together
Is a treasured time at that.
My heart is yours forever.
I Promise - This old cat.


By Misty Dawn
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
There are some really good animal poetry out there, have you read any lately ?
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Dazab

MY DOG

My dog gets down dirty

Licks up his bowl nice and clean

Gives me his little growl

Acting like he is big and mean

Tries to show me whose the boss

When he wants to get his way

I say yea alright

Now listen to what I have to say

I am the one who feeds you

Tucks you in bed at night

As if that little growl of yours

Will send me into a fright

You are only half a foot tall

Looking like a ball of fluff

Do what you have to do

But for god sake don't act so tuff
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
This is about little maltese skitzu who acts so big and strong yet the poor bugger is only a half a foot tall.Ive only had him for a short time but he has bought so much love into my household
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Unknown

The Grub Hound

Quite mighty is he, as he walks through the trees, Sniffing and snorting for these. The kitchen jungle he sees, Is chalk full of these. The human dinner plate is peiiet with these. The floor he may spot some of these. The carpet is a place of delight, as humans spill alot of these. When the evening he sees, he desired to rest at ease, Watching and hopeing for these.
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Posted: Jan 2012
About this poem:
my dogs live for food
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Yankee4you

My Feline Counselor

Feeling sad lying so very still in bed
Careful she places her paw on my face
With searching amber eyes instead
A speechless gesture for me to embrace
"You are my world where my light is shed"
This message shared with a straight face
Listen how my soft purring love is pled
I’m here to comfort you in any case
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Posted: Feb 2012
About this poem:
Something very old and primitive in our brains understands compassion even between species as witnessed with my cat. It makes me wonder why our more complex human brains discount it so much.
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Unknown

The Matador ( by Steven Reeve )

In the rage of the noonday sun,
In a suit of glittering light's He doe's come,
To face death,
To leave the crowd, with bated breath.

He stands erect and proud,
His name the aficionados shout out loud,
El Leon, El Leon, they cry,
And wonder if today, He will die.

The gate is open, the bull is out,
Six hundred kilos without a doubt,
El Toro spies the man,
It will kill Him if it can.

With graceful movements He swings His cape,
Leaving the crowd with mouths agape,
Though young in years,
This Matador has taken many ears.

El Toro moves in for a kill,
For the mob it is such a thrill,
It's horns pass within an inch,
And El Leon thought this would be a cinch.

The crowd does frown,
For El Leon is down,
But wait He rises,
And everyone surprises.

And now the ultimate thrill,
El Leon has decided, the kill,
El Toro face's the final part,
As the Matadors sword pierces his heart.

Ole, Ole, they shout,
Let the next bull out,
But first to the Matador,
The ears must go.

He was brave, He was strong,
The crowd moves forward as one,
El Leon, El Leon, they cry,
We know you will never die.


Steven Reeve
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Posted: Feb 2012
About this poem:
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.
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SundaySilence

RPM

Star struck wonders reflected in their eyes.
Sincerity and devotion that never dies.
Don’t need to get all dolled up to impress.
What I provide is enough I guess.

Silence ways to express an alarm;
They ensure I come to no harm.
Take issue with being pushed away
All they want to do is hug and play.

Whenever I take them for a walk
hours later they are over the top.

Holidays don’t mean much to them
having me around is their rpm.
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Posted: Dec 2011
About this poem:
My dogs.
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Unknown

The Colt

Bold one month old
Fast as a bolt of light
Colt don't do as hes told
Marches to the sound of
His own hoof
Hes a little aloof but the
Day will come when this
Colt of mine will be a
Fine horse.


Copyright 2011 John Yona
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Posted: Nov 2011
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