Pets Poems

call it the greenhouse effect or whatever
but it just doesn't rain like it used to.
I particularly remember the rains of the
depression era.
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A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a child.

Male Fairies: Do not fear us, earthly maid!
We will lead you hand in hand
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It was not dying: everybody died.
It was not dying: we had died before
In the routine crashes-- and our fields
Called up the papers, wrote home to our folks,
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One day, I want to melt all gold on earth
And make a wonderful key with it all
This special key of incredible worth
Will be fit to unlock your heart and soul
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Everybody loves beautiful cats
They have proved worth as pets
Nothing so special but liked by most
Help to build relation if they are frost
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First snow atop the hill
sends a chill to the spine
it melts down all hopes
for the morning sunshine
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Every morning in the deep woods of the concrete jungle
With my near and dear ones I sing a coarse musical,
Humans raise from their good night sleep with a frown of unpalatable
They call me ‘Crow’ and express their acerbity with a scowl,
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CANINE FELINE FRIENDSHIP – PART I

Once our tom-cat brought to our house,
As honoured guest, his feline spouse.
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The Author's Only Pet Yowe

An Unco Mournfu' Tale

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Canine Feline Friendship - Part II
(This poem was composed in 1995. My dearest Julie is now no more)

Meanwhile came our jet-black Julie -
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A chkn na be a byrd
Acord'n folk lvn in flori da
Kep'n and own'n be difernt
If be a tigr or sknk kept
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By this part of the century few are left who believe
in the animals for they are not there in the carved parts
of them served on plates and the pleas from the slatted trucks
are sounds of shadows that possess no future
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Keep the chair, the pets,
the artwork, the antiques
and I'll even throw in the garden hose
Just as long as my fate, a rose
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Poets make pets of pretty, docile words:
I love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish
Which circle slowly with a silken swish,
And tender ones, like downy-feathred birds:
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I think that all higher animals - primates, mammalian and ornithic pets, etc. 'think' to a certain extent.

Why do I think?
There is no alternative.
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Diwali is a festival of love and light,
Its aim is to live in peace, not in fight.
It is celebrated to recall memory of Lord Ram,
People with sacred body offer God psalm.
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The Saurashtra Express waits to start
Chained patiently to the platform,
Good pet, while I clamber in
To take my reserved window seat
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There's a soldier that's been doing of his share
In the fighting up and down and round about.
He's continually marching here and there,
And he's fighting, morning in and morning out.
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Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool,
I walks in my old brown gaiters along o' my old brown mule,
With seventy gunners be'ind me, an' never a beggar forgets
It's only the pick of the Army
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I always live in the virtual

For each moment I live
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The Rainbow Bridge does span above,
From a meadow to heaven's door.
It is a time and place of love,
Of past togethers to restore.
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Humans love their pets,
In many different ways,
Building a bond that is strong,
Until either one dies, no matter how long.
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Why didn't God allow pets to speak
But, instead they bark. meow, chirp and squeak,
We never understand truly what they are saying
Even when they are listening and obeying.
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The Ig Nobel Prize
The Ig Nobel Prize is a satiric prize awarded annually since 1991 to celebrate ten unusual or trivial achievements in scientific research, its stated aim being to 'honour achievements that first make people laugh, and then make them think.' The Ig Nobels were created in 1991 by Marc Abrahams, editor and co-founder of the Annals of Improbable Research, a former editor-in-chief of the Journal of Irreproducible Results. Examples range from the discovery that the presence of humans tends to sexually arouse ostriches, to the statement that black holes fulfill all the technical requirements for being the location of Hell. The winners are taken from the web.

Poems on Ig Nobel Prize Winners
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Why all never Pantine to prove V
Con Tition you fowl pets in bondage a new order higher then G is Y do all not hear the sound of the tongue. Cursive texts encoded as language and logic states the voice of the people have law upon the land. Yet government by their own hand look to an adrenal gland for vitality. Au Arian meadhesin not medicine I for an eye is look at yourself before looking at another. Value only comes from barter measures and is not constant, the scale is not balanced by weight. The Masonic Sq of 4 quadrant has to be given to any graph or statistic to avoid bias rendering.
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Love me
love my dogs
To all pets
I bow.
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Sirens scream warning
German bombers are coming
Death falling from the sky
Mothers rush in panic
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Like toys with which we play
They must obey our will,
Sit, beg, come, go away
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In the crevasses of the maple tree
There many caterpillars beginning to cocoon
This takes me back to my childhood collecting them
As my cousins and I would peel them off the wall
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die Poesie der Verzweiflung or the vociferations of an empty body
. . . I seek the debris of my body strewn across the beaches of despair, left leg existing only on paper, belly and underbelly in disarray, hands stinking of the merchandise and my barks not even reaching the ankles of this sky deprived of electricity, meaning that I cheat life which grips me by the jaw, meaning that I serve as backdrop to my garbage-bag fate, frog fate, toad fate, kipelekese fate, tchanga medesu fate . . .

. . . perhaps (in hope of some kind of salvation) I should whimper and re-whimper in D-minor like my grandma's last goat: buum, buum, buum . . .
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