Quotes about puppy, page 12
Cinquain: 2006
Warning:
Morphine slowly
Smothers the breath of life
And brings the sleep of death...ready
Or not.
He brought
Home a puppy.
I feed, groom, and walk her.
I play with her....He loves her....She
Loves me.
Pine tree
Quietly stands
Laden with snow....then bows.
Oak tree creaks and groans in the wind....
Then snaps!
I hate
Bigotry...I
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poem by Pene Burkey
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Espousal
The Esquire is an Englishman,
Bride the Italian comes from*Esquiline
And she carries her puppy an*Eskimo dog
The language she speaks like Esperanto!
And the espionage from Andalusia well paid,
Wedding cake brought by an Armored car
And this Grand Aristocratic party goes for a year!
*Esquiline one of the seven hills of Rome.
*Eskimo dog [ A dog of a broad chested, powerful breed native to Greenland and Labrador.]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Love is....
A child peeking around a pant leg
A leaf buried 'neath an early snow
A kite torn from small hands unwary,
that goes where ere the wind may blow.
A small soft puppy that needs attention
A full grown cat, that's fine alone
A teenage ego, frail but seeking,
to define its future on its own.
A feather floating on the water
A ripple made by drops of rain
A weathered old man, shaped by memory
some by good times, some by pain.
poem by Perry Biggerstaff
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Epitaph On Fop, A Dog Belonging To Lady Throckmorton
Though once a puppy, and though Fop by name,
Here moulders one whose bones some honour claim;
No sycophant, although of spaniel race,
And though no hound, a martyr to the chase.
Ye squirrels, rabbits, leverets, rejoice!
Your haunts no longer echo to his voice;
This record of his fate exulting view,
He died worn out with vain pursuit of you.
'Yes' -- the indignant shade of Fop replies--
'And worn with vain pursuit man also dies.'
poem by William Cowper
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Nikita (a Love Bird)
A love bird wondering in the jungle of love,
Surrounded by the green roses of India,
Raising her hands as a beautiful dove,
Seeing her is a charming flavor.
Hide and seek with her little puppy,
Playing in the garden like a butterfly,
She looks at him with her lovely eye,
Makes my heart go mad and high.
I saw that true color of love,
Not of race that I can chase,
Nor of faith that I can take,
But of love that I can embrace.
poem by Dickson Mseti
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For Frankie
My words are taller
Your native canes cannot reach them
So you always say
You misunderstand me
My murmur
You mishear as my sole reason
For waking up from cubic morning
To the edge
Of twilight
Perhaps you miss
The light burning in the middle
Of your forehead
As old woman
You’re taller as I am
Even when I stand and look up
I see the nimbus bursting
In the dark
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Teddy Bear Is More Fun
Why be in a relationship made in “hell”,
I could be making spells on Mel.
Why fight over “emotional poison” buried in a partner’s head,
I rather make 'poison spells” on a Krendoll doll instead.
I could be playing with someone who is FUN for me,
Like a dog, a puppy or a child climbing trees.
Yes, if your drama bag is all you have to share,
I’d rather be PLAYING with my Teddy Bear.
The End…
Written Jan.3rd 2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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The smell of a new car
Or perhaps a puppy just born
Coffee brewing in the early morn
Inscence at mass mingled with perfume
Diesel fumes from the bus in the city
Making me dizzy and whoozy and giddy
Aromas so feint I had forgotten
What smelled good
And what smelled rotten
But today I submit a new poem
The smell of all new mother's dream
A newborn to make them smile
And make complete thier life for eternity
Just ask my wife, Love John, A lover of life..
poem by John Shea
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I’d Rather Play With My Teddy Bear
Why be in a relationship made in “hell”,
I could be making spells on Mel.
Why fight over “emotional poison” buried in a partner’s head,
I rather make 'poison spells” on a Krendoll doll instead.
I could be playing with someone who is FUN for me,
Like a dog, a puppy or a child climbing trees.
Yes, if your drama bag is all you have to share,
I’d rather be PLAYING with my Teddy Bear.
The End…
Written Jan.3rd 2011 by Christina Sunrise
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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042710c Somebody Has Better Plan
from the bridge i see fishes
as big as my palm swimming
going to the lake like parade
line up nose to fin; moves as unit
i wonder if they can see me
i bend over; oh! i dropp my pen
a splash; oh i drive them away
i wish i could swim with them there
with my diving suit, fins and goggles
pet them like in hanauma bay, hawaii
feed them on my palm like puppy
that would be neat, i guess i should
i look around there's a sign in blue
'no swimming, nature's reserve'
poem by Manonton Dalan
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