A Canine Goddess
A canine goddess, yet colloquially a stray bitch from the streets,
Lying lifeless on a lofty corner of a wooden edifice
Masquerading as a makeshift barn
A selfless inn for the frolicking creatures
Where stacks of golden brown hay
Liberate the burgeoning heart for a circadian slumber
A lofty bed to feed the fledgling innocence of her ravenous puppies
A bequest of the Gods, as milky tides liberate themselves in passionate flows
Emanating from her shrouded succulence, her reclusive source
To dispense from luscious summits, tips of milky icebergs
As a procession of infant puppies screech and scramble
For a precious grip of her selfless hypertrophic teats
Oh what charity is bestowed by the kingdom of the beasts
The noblest of altruistic wealth, idyllically bestowed to juvenile lips
From the prelude of colostrum, to the flowing rhapsody of a snowy-white fugue
As milk erupts like a geyser, to inundate,
The gluttonous cavities of clambering puppies
Oh what a breathtaking mural a mother and her puppies bestow
Yet to the self-centered man…………..she is just another bitch proliferating in bliss!
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Too Many Puppies
Too many puppies are being shot in the dark.
Too many puppies are trained not to bark.
At the sight of blood that must be spille dso that
We may maintain our oil fields.
Too many puppies
Too many puppies are taught to heal.
Too many puppies are trained to kill.
On the command of men wearing money belts that buy
Mistresses sleek animal pelts.
Too many puppies.
Too many puppies with guns in their hands.
Too many puppies in foreign lands.
Are dressed up sharp in suits of green and
Placed upon the war machine.
Too many puppies are just like me.
Too many puppies are afraid to see.
The visions of the past brought to life again,
Too many puppies, too many dead men.
song performed by by Primus
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Passage Of Love
Buxom breasts, shrouding the wealth
Of an endowment, like no other
The devotion of motherhood, luscious copious vats
Hibernating infancy
Opened by the doors of puberty
To an ocean of opportunity, to anchor to her fatum
To snare the roaming man to her flaunting summits
To lavish upon the yearning heart, the veil of lust, the meat of love
To metamorphose her shrine for a miraculous symbiosis
As finally, her inheritance from the Gods, has embraced kismet's palms
The bequest of a symbiotic growth, nibbling her teats
Suckling her tips to engender the flow
Of the most altruistic of wealth, tides of gushing milk
A narrative of legends, where blood loses her titian luster
To embrace virgin white coats of an apical affection
Dispensed in to the yearning cavities of a fledgling toddler
The selfless passage of a potent legacy
Founded on the principle of love
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Foxhound Puppies
Great big lolloping lovable things!
Rolling and tumbling on every lawn,
Tearing at slippers and bones and wings-
Wonderful loot from the ash-heap drawn:
Foxhound puppies
Contented puppies
Dipping your ears in the dews of dawn!
Lapping your porridge at farm-house doors,
Cracking a biscuit, robbing a nest
Printing your tracks upon kitchen floors,
Dodging a broom when the cooks protest;
Foxhound puppies,
Delinquent puppies,
Cursed for a moment and then caressed!
Wandering out where the spaniels walk,
Following slow when the guns go by,
Streaking for home when the twelve-bores talk,
Clumsy and puzzled and suddenly shy;
Foxhound puppies
Bewildered puppies
Lone and unwanted and wondering why!
Never mind puppies, your day will come;
By distant coverts your kingdoms wait,
When the spaniels doze and the guns are dumb
And hoofs are loud by the bridle gate;
Foxhound puppies,
Yet scarcely puppies,
Raised as you are to a hound's estate.
Lost will your lolloping ways be then,
Your timid glance and your shrinking pose,
As you shoulder the gorse in glade and glen,
Lifting the line that your tongues disclose;
Foxhound puppies,
No longer puppies,
But trusted names that the huntsman knows!
poem by William Henry Ogilvie
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That Bitch...
that bitch
i pity her,
after the delivery
and when
all of them
learns to chew
and drink
they all must
be given away
and the bitch
need not enjoy
the joys of
motherhood,
oh, those cute
puppies
Mama says
they are additional
mouths to feed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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But also, it's a wonderful thing for children to see the birthing of puppies, to see nature at its best when it works and to have the experience of the puppies.
quote by Erika Slezak
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Not only is life a bitch, but it is always having puppies.
quote by Adrienne Gusoff
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Not only is life a bitch, it has puppies.
quote by Adrienne E. Gusoff
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The bitch in her haste brings forth blind puppies.
If the bitch were not in haste, she would not litter blind puppies.
It's a Pack Thing
My puppies may be racist.
The white ones,
Do not sleep with the black one.
But, being the first out,
I'd say it's the black one,
Not sleeping with them.
Dogs see in black and white and grey,
And never notice,
The different shades.
You have to be human, to be racist,
Basing hundreds of years of slavery, murder and hate
On something as meaningless as color.
With puppies,
It’s a pack thing.
poem by Sandra Osborne
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Wonder Milky Bitch
This is the story of a country girl
Back in town from her country house
She came to me with her muddy boots
She destroyed all my carpet
You know how to do it
Wonder milky bitch
You never wear cosmetic
You dont like arithmetic
You know how to do it
Wonder milky bitch
Tasting,touching,swallowing me
Drinking me like bloody mary
You know how to do it
Wonder milky bitch
You dont wear cosmetic
You dont like arithmetic
You know how to do it
Wonder milky bitch
Tasting,touching,swallowing me
Drinking me like bloody mary
Wonder milky bitch
Wonder milky bitch
Wonder milky bitch
Wonder milky bitch
song performed by by Air
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Monkey & Puppies
“Monkey & puppies”
“A female monkey was loving & playing
with puppies in the presence of their mother”.
This scene & news were flashed by a T.V. channel some days ago.
Such cases are rare in this world.
Such cases are still in existence in this world.
Love & service is a basic instinct in animal & human beings.
The style & quantity of love may be differ but
that is an essential phenomena in both animal & human beings.
We should take lesson from such incidents.
Vijay Kumar Gupta
poem by Vijay Gupta
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Two Dimensions
I used to walk around,
Go to places, see temples
Play in river beds
Climb trees,
Play with kitten and puppies
Pluck roses and jasmines
Read romantic novels and imagine loving the heroic Hero
Now, I see places, see temples that are far away
Watch rivers and pools,
Find puppies and kitten
See colorful gardens with such beautiful flowers
All on audio visual media over gadgets
And live with my hero
Who is rather cool!
Although a bureaucrat!
Yet loves me a lot!
poem by Uma Pochampalli
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Bootsy The Family Dog
Bootsy is the family pet,
I made sure she was fed,
when I thought she was pregnant.
Bootsy had puppies every year,
by a shaggy dog named Coco
who was the Jon Juan so dear.
Puppies where given to friends of my brother,
they looked liked twins, they looked like each other.
Bootsy jumped and ran and played
in the open fields during the day.
As time went on a fence went up,
Stopping her to run and jump.
She gained weight then got sick,
could hardly walk, was sad from it.
I came to see her in 1988,
she lay by couch, not looking great.
I have a photo of her, Allisa and me,
Memory I keep of us girls, all three.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 11,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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If you ever become a mother, can I have one of the puppies?
quote by Charles Pierce
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Pret
pret my dog is happy
doesn't milk her puppy
she lets them die
and does not lie
pret my dog not a rodent
uncaring and independent
she kills her puppies
and lives like the hippies.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A dog which steals leaves its puppies a bad name.