Best Pets Poems

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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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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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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The Butcher Of The Middle East And Its Helpers
May 3, 2024

The worst boar with some pets in ugly attention has sat
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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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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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There were fury, fire, bombs and bullets
Army, terrorists, death and darkness
No water, no food, only deadly dance of death
They were leaving behind their dear homes and land
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Those were the golden days -
The carefree childhood,
When I had plenty of time
To stand, sit and watch
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Here by I release a letter of greetings
To Poetess Sylvia Frances Chan,
Who is ranked # 221 and
To Poetess Valsa George,
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suffer the little children!
suffer they do, and how!
they are padded, protected, petrified
as they dangle ‘neath broken bough!
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I am unjust, but I can strive for justice.
My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness.
I, the unloving, say life should be lovely.
I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.
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Miss Goody Two Shoes.
No, not that one teen paedophile slicing slaughterhouse.
She's out of the country.
She's teamed up with The Lady Killer.
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The afternoon of summer folds
Its warm arms round the marigolds,
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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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strange name for a pet yeah?
but that's what I call it
and it knows its name
so we get along OK
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I shall miss my pet human, Steve.
I loved to play with him,
hear the gasps from the watching millions,
grinning my big toothy grin,
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The Author's Only Pet Yowe

An Unco Mournfu' Tale
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Time waited for none.
Years rolled on and on.
Child Narendra grew up well,
As a boy strong and tall.
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Not Kenesaw high-arching,
Nor Allatoona's glen--
Though there the graves lie parching--
Stayed Sherman's miles of men;
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Am I going to be reunited
with all my old pets in heaven?
I sure hope not.
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I wish you would come home
And stop my falling tears
But you continue to roam
And I continue to fear
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Life's a jail where men have common lot.
Gaunt the one who has, and who has not.
All our treasures neither less nor more,
Bread alone comes thro' the guarded door.
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Act II Scene ii, lines 26-55


A ho! A ho!
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human soup

fry the onion until transparent
add the stock and toss in various shapes
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And my imagination shapes you
Kneading you to need me
Like I need you so
Mould the clay
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A certain old maid at Port Victor
had many strange pets to afflict her,
her Kangaroos fought
with the emu's she caught
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A naughty porcupine lives on a hill
He has sharp and piercing quill
Nobody pets him,
Nobody frets him,
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autumn
a nostalgia
painted in scarlet
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In the 'Add New Poem' instructions PH says 'Take a deep breathe',
but it should say 'breath' [rhymes with death], so I now DO grieve!
It's a grammatical error, one even (I think) 'Bri' has made in the past,
AND I'll bet my high school English teachers would....now be aghast!
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Two men in ragged clothing
sat beside the road
alert and on the hunt.
Each watched a different direction
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I normally do not remember dreams
That assail me when I sleep,
I normally do not want to;
And when I do remember them,
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to be in the unlit bedroom,
and watch the gleaming world outside,
is the closest one can get,
to understanding despair;
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DALILAH DE DARDY adored
The very correctest of cards,
LORENZO DE LARDY, a lord -
He was one of Her Majesty's Guards.
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SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand
Like simple monuments on either hand;
No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view
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Dear Ned, I now take up my pen to write
you these few lines,
And hopin' how they find you fit. Gorbli',
it seems an age
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October 9, 1899 -- Outbreak of Boer War


Here is nothing new nor aught unproven," say the Trumpets,
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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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They no longer use it
Since they’ve passed away
One we had for ten years
when the other came to stay
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ACCEPT WITH GRATITUDE
TO RETURN IN HUMILITY!
Let us not feel superior for having given,
Or feel inferior for having taken!
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Fear of adapting brandnew momentums

my long cherished valuable most precious
most loved possessed life,
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When I traverse by a lift,
want someone beside
since I am apprehensive
of lift's midway ceasing,
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The call went out
It meant one thing.
Death in the line of duty
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Mary was a little weird, a fact with which you'll soon agree.
And if this story sounds familiar, I hope you'll forgive...ME.
She attended Beavis Elementary, just around the block.
She left for school each school day, by eight a.m. by the clock.
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At Noey's house--when they arrived with him--
How snug seemed everything, and neat and trim:
The little picket-fence, and little gate
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She was a kind soft-hearted girl
but as a child, she said, she kept
some stick insects in a tank as pets,
and every morning with a spoon
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I wake up in the morning in a stuffy room
and slowly struggle out of bed.
As my foot steps on a long forgotten broom
and my shaky fingers light a cigarette.
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Called out of a staff meeting, I was told
my mother was on the point of death.
Searching in the regulations,
the secretary told me
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Hugs are for affection
given to those you care about.
I use them as my trademark
then the ladies know I am about.
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Can anyone capture the essence of another person

in a painting, photo, or written words that last?
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Angel of the morning light,
the sun is up
and the sun is bright
and still I see you sleep
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My 'Showcase' Task & My Requests To Readers

It's not as easy to assemble poems (I like) each month to share with YOU.
I mean it's not as easy as it USED TO BE for me, but I do find a FEW.
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This list will be updated from time to time. The most recent items will be at the bottom of the list. (Last update 25 March 2025)

Poems that have won prizes or recognition:
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Dr. Albert Einstein was a total family person.
He never lived alone anywhere.
He lived comfortably surrounded by his immediate
And extended family members.
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I am a blue fox on a gray farm
Condemned to slaughter by my color
behind this gnawproof wire screen,
I find no comfort in being blue.
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Her map of the world is different than mine
there is no north south east or west
everything is centered in Middle-Earth
and all things had some similar priority.
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Now that I've typed 2019, I'll concentrate,
to, this New Year's showcase, consecrate …
to the "divine purpose" of entertaining you,
with dozens of poems, or ….at least a few,
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Last night, Lisa, Peter, Leeza and I were in her father's 50th floor study watching New York City. It's a corner room with glass walls from floor to ceiling. He likes to watch the city himself and has a small,5 seat sectional couch facing the view.

The left wall window looks across Hell's Kitchen to exactly where Sully Sullenberger crash landed flight 1549 in the Hudson river (it was 3: 31 pm and no one was home) . The right window overlooks Central Park and Upper Manhattan. Lincoln Center, almost dead center of the corner, looks like part of a toy train-set.
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Darkness, coolness,
Overcrowds our happy universe,
The moon looks amused,
The stars peek fondly on
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The morning that the world began
The Lion growled a growl at Man.

And I suspect the Lion might
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Chapter One

As I entered the resort condo I'd be sharing with a stranger,
I couldn't help wondering if there could be some danger ….
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Both are mammals

Artists andTerrorists,
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What can I tell you
About the life I’ve lived
Will I impress you
With all the things I did?
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As I walked thinking through a little grove,
Some girls that gathered flowers came passing me,
Saying -- "Look here! look there!" delightedly.
"O here it is!" "What's that?" "A lily? love!"
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Man’s best friend?

Why?
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He is as simple as he seems, sex, food and sports.

If he is choosing work over sex, give more sex.
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I've a pair of purplish-pink pears.They are my pets,
and my mate, upon piano, my dear pears, she sets.
As these fruits look fondly at my outstretched hands,
music bursts forth as on white keys each finger lands.
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Are the poems included here the 'Very Best'?
I know of no way, such a theory, ever to test.
Some ‘works' you may like, some you may …..NOT.
Some I may enjoy immensely [they really 'hit the spot'].
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Have you ever boarded a flight with the dread
Of the passenger next to you snoring his head
Off, or maybe a toddler who's teething & raging
And dribbling, and drooling and loudly rampaging?
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There lie two frogs in my Koi pond
One is big and the other small.
They hide near a lily pad
And submerge in clear water to cover their backs.
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June burst forth with sunshine blest
Buds awakening on the stem of trees
Life awakens like a treasure chest
And butterflies flutter in the breeze.
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It`s not an illusion or not
As some say, nay some chant
In between the moments of living and dying
Every one feels the scent of love.
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Whenever my life seems out of balance…when things are difficult for me…
I remember I am loved…and rediscover life's symmetry.

Whenever the music of my life is out of tune…when I lose the melody…
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Eve sees Ed.
Eve 'eyes' Ed.
Eve's wet.
Ed's wet.
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I’m a man who likes marriage, though it doesn’t always like me.
I’m in my fourth (three divorces): may be my last; we’ll see.

Marriage is a tumble. Sometimes I stumble, may even have rumble.
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A pelican sat by the pier
was waiting for some fish
he searched afar, he searched anear
and made a secret wish.
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Gaily in front of the stockwhip
The horses come galloping home,
Leaping and bucking and playing
With sides all a lather of foam;
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Preludes.

I Love's Perversity
How strange a thing a lover seems
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'Twas in that mellow season of the year
When the hot sun singes the yellow leaves
Till they be gold,—and with a broader sphere
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when we look for our next dozen sweaters,
there are thousands have no even one.
wrap themselves in rags that are dirty,
lie on the sides hearing heavy sounds.
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YUNG KON is mob…
Dance attended are polices forces..
Fait will say but miss in forms.
YUNG KON is pets but teacher now.
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To all poets

self-acclaimed amateur
famous dead alive
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Now it's April 30 and I'm back from my extended 'fun' trip overseas.
On the ferry boat from Holland to U.K. we encountered quite a breeze.
But I managed to keep what little I ate tucked away in my big tummy,
and managed to sleep, lulled by the waves as I used to be lulled by my mummy.
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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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I never have clung to a motor car,
Or crouched on a motor bike.
Worry and scurry, clank and jar
I cordially dislike.
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