Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd June 2013 9:35pm
WINNER
Devilish
Devilish
pets
Ohhh goodness. i have a pit name looney. he is truly gone in the head. gone!
i bought him for my son and ended up with him. we were homeless together and no one will take you in
with a pit bull especially if it's nuts. fuck ceaser milon when he said dogs don't understand the words your saying.
i tell loonie, look fuckbag go sit down and keep your self busy! he will go and it down and find something to do. i wouldn't trade him for the world today. matter fact i need to go see what he is doing. silence can be deadly. that is usually when he brings me a cat to the door like he won a prize. wow cant believe i just typed all this about my dog.
i bought him for my son and ended up with him. we were homeless together and no one will take you in
with a pit bull especially if it's nuts. fuck ceaser milon when he said dogs don't understand the words your saying.
i tell loonie, look fuckbag go sit down and keep your self busy! he will go and it down and find something to do. i wouldn't trade him for the world today. matter fact i need to go see what he is doing. silence can be deadly. that is usually when he brings me a cat to the door like he won a prize. wow cant believe i just typed all this about my dog.
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< peter >
the lost dog
(proud he'd made it on his own)
imagined his ancestors
small asian wolves
hunting mastodons in packs
bringing them down in a symphony of howls
(in truth, they ate mice, but ...)
then
under a dark oak
he saw a chewed-up envelope
peter flipped the envelope with his good paw
and a note
spilled out
and he read
(something he'd learned from his years on the road)
of the second coming of christ
and it said it was eminent
and we should all prepare
following his nose
he walked away
(the scent of fresh mouse was in the air)
though he couldn't help wondering about the note
since christ
came every day
usually by 8 am
- - -
Anonymous
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THE GREY CAT
The grey cat is sitting underneath our mailbox
There is a tornado watch, what is the cat watching?
We open the door, but the cat will not come in
Rushes across the road, to the house across the street
Ducks behind the bushes, gone in a moment
The grey cat is like a phantom
Very hard to see
When the tornado watch is over
She comes back to me
She is not my cat
But the neighbourhood cat
For the moment
Feeding her ice cream
She is my cat.....
THE GREY CAT
The grey cat is sitting underneath our mailbox
There is a tornado watch, what is the cat watching?
We open the door, but the cat will not come in
Rushes across the road, to the house across the street
Ducks behind the bushes, gone in a moment
The grey cat is like a phantom
Very hard to see
When the tornado watch is over
She comes back to me
She is not my cat
But the neighbourhood cat
For the moment
Feeding her ice cream
She is my cat.....
Anonymous
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Anonymous
Madame Lavender - that was the most beautiful tribute to a pet.....
brought tears to my eyes....x0x00x Kitty
brought tears to my eyes....x0x00x Kitty
Anonymous
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my pet rock
doesn't make a sound.
i don't have to feed him
or take him out.
he doesn't have a name
but i don't have to ever call him
from the neighbor's yard
he just sits on the window ledge
and remains still.
he isn't soft, covered in fur
or warm, filled with life
he is just cold to the touch
and unable to love.
doesn't make a sound.
i don't have to feed him
or take him out.
he doesn't have a name
but i don't have to ever call him
from the neighbor's yard
he just sits on the window ledge
and remains still.
he isn't soft, covered in fur
or warm, filled with life
he is just cold to the touch
and unable to love.
Three Little Cats
Two little cats
Twin brothers from Hell
Zipped all around
In the house they did dwell
The first’s name is Theo
All gray and dark yellow
He is standoffish yet sweet
He’s quite the little fellow
The second is Sam
His trait, he is fat
And spends most of his days
Sprawled out on his mat
The boys, they are loved
By their people family of four
But also by their mommy,
Mother Cupid, they adore
Cupid, well she’s ancient
Well past seventeen
But she has those boys
Under her paw like a queen
All three they will run,
Round the house like small devils
Until their insanity
Reaches new levels
Then they will tire
And lie down on my bed
Then purr with delight
As I scratch their sweet heads
My cats, they are crazy
But easily the best,
And I love them so much
As you may have guessed.
Two little cats
Twin brothers from Hell
Zipped all around
In the house they did dwell
The first’s name is Theo
All gray and dark yellow
He is standoffish yet sweet
He’s quite the little fellow
The second is Sam
His trait, he is fat
And spends most of his days
Sprawled out on his mat
The boys, they are loved
By their people family of four
But also by their mommy,
Mother Cupid, they adore
Cupid, well she’s ancient
Well past seventeen
But she has those boys
Under her paw like a queen
All three they will run,
Round the house like small devils
Until their insanity
Reaches new levels
Then they will tire
And lie down on my bed
Then purr with delight
As I scratch their sweet heads
My cats, they are crazy
But easily the best,
And I love them so much
As you may have guessed.
Anonymous
“Hard to Swallow”
(Memories of Ruby and Sammie)
These days,
I feel a bit low.
Recently,
I’ve heard
the pitter-patter
of little nails
on my Venetian tile
and
when I look,
there’s nothing there.
I hear barking
outside my window
and
when I open the door,
there’s nothing there, either.
It’s another dog,
across the street.
Now, there’s an
abundance of lizards
on my stone-patio
and
the re-paint job
remains intact, too.
I never knew
it would be this
tough,
lost both of them
in the past year,
the pain still lingers,
hard for me to swallow.
(Memories of Ruby and Sammie)
These days,
I feel a bit low.
Recently,
I’ve heard
the pitter-patter
of little nails
on my Venetian tile
and
when I look,
there’s nothing there.
I hear barking
outside my window
and
when I open the door,
there’s nothing there, either.
It’s another dog,
across the street.
Now, there’s an
abundance of lizards
on my stone-patio
and
the re-paint job
remains intact, too.
I never knew
it would be this
tough,
lost both of them
in the past year,
the pain still lingers,
hard for me to swallow.
