I am the one (Terzanelle)
I am the one to whom animals flock,
dogs, cats and every tame dove
as if bewitched by the midnight clock,
coming to me as if I am, the one that they love
without getting attention from me,
dogs, cats and every tame dove
has something that they see
looking past human sense
without getting attention from me,
coming sincerely without pretence.
I am the one with love in my heart
looking past human sense
always trying to be me, without playing a part
trying to learn from the creation of the almighty God
I am the one with love in my heart,
to some just another sod,
I am the one to whom animals flock,
trying to learn from the creation of the almighty God
as if bewitched by the midnight clock.
[Reference: I am the one by Thomas Hardy.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Blessed Cats and Dogs
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
Causing the country to insist
What the blows are to the chest.
Why do little angels work so caressed?
Making the country to assist
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
My soldiers in the army are with a blood test,
Keeping lines and dictation as a checklist,
What the blows are to the chest.
Amazed by the brilliance of those in the contest,
Canine help became something to co-exist,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
May service feed the animals of conquest,
Domestic keepers will arrive at their crest,
What the blows are to the chest.
We see, we know the animals are depressed,
May loving people take a goodness as a list,
What the blows are to the chest,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Chain of food
Human is creation of God,
God has generated earth and soil,
Soil provides nutrients to plants,
Plants are eaten by animals,
Animals and plants become food,
Food of animals and human,
Human also posses heart,
Heart to express and feel love,
Love to what he likes,
Likes are attributes of senses,
Senses say love to God.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Peace And Propriety
in the name of propriety
to cats we must be cats too
you know what happens when
we show to the cats that we
are really dogs in feelings and
actions,
there will be a chase of course,
and chaos, and there will be war
and there will be losers and
winners,
and in this matter
and manner of speaking we choose
to be dogs to assure that we win
but that is not always the case
the cats have advanced in their feline
technology and breeding
so my dear, let us just be proper
to cats we shall be cats
and make this world a happy place
for all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I learn
I learn when I teach others
I learn when I listen
I learn when I read
I learn from children
I learn from animals
I learn from nature
I learn how to breathe
I learn how to live
I learn how to love
I learn how to be a human being
I'm always learning ...
poem by Viorel Vintila
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I Love! ! !
I Love riding my bike
Playing with my sister
Playing with my cat
And Pizza
I Love playing frozen tag
Playing dinosaurs
Watching T.V.
And hot dogs
And I Love you too.
I Love fluffy brown dogs
Cute little cats
Tiny baby hamsters
And Monopoly
I Love going to camp
Going fishing with dad
Going shopping with mom
And spagetti
And I Love you too.
I Love playing baseball in summer
Hockey in the winter
Soccer in the spring
And hamburgers
I Love having my birthday
Having friends over
Going to parties
And onions
And I LOVE you too.
Another poem writen by my son when in grade 2
poem by Tracey Collins
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Drama With Cats
Dramatists reign over the people in print,
This surprising past contaminates the soul-like
Beings called Life.
The jeopardy of a cat is the cleverness
Attached to the brain that it hoists
In these jungle manners, juggling away
The night.
A ball has been placed on its head,
After the rush of dazed behemoths,
Carrying forever the trails of a certain
Sentence such as this residue.
Sculptors misname their cats and dogs
After a deity, and this spells a stroke of kindness
On the gentle furry animals
Of the past and future.
May we enlighten the world with residue
And residences that have paws like
The big men and the bigger women.
Once a cat, always a cat, and I know my godly
Workers in the end and at the end.
Lulling one sight is lulling the other,
Cats mow down the lawns
And dogs shall bite, obliterate and run.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Salvation
if reincarnation
be true, how many
men, women, dogs, cats
pigs have to die before
a single soul is saved?
i would say Poor cats,
poor dogs, poor poor animals
and lucky you soul...
there is a crowd to work
for your salvation
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I have always been an animal lover. I had a hard time disassociating the animals I cuddled with - dogs and cats, for example - from the animals on my plate, and I never really cared for the taste of meat. I always loved my Brussels sprouts.
quote by Kristen Bell
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Animal Farm
This world is big and wild and half insane
Take me where real animals are playing
Just a dirty old shack
Where the hound dogs bark
That we called our home
I want to be back there
Among the cats and dogs
And the pigs and the goats
On animal farm
My animal home
On animal farm
My animal home
While I lay my head upon my pillow
Little girl, come play beneath my window
Though shes far from home
She is free from harm
And she need not fear
She is by my side
And the sky is wide
So let the sun shine bright
On animal farm
My animal home
On animal farm
My animal home
Girl, its a hard, hard world, if it gets you down
Dreams often fade and die in a bad, bad world
Ill take you where real animals are playing
And people are real people not just playing
Its a quiet, quiet life
By a dirty old shack
That we called our home
I want to be back there
Among the cats and dogs
And the pigs and the goats
On animal farm
My animal home
On animal farm
My animal home
On animal farm
Animal farm
song performed by by Kinks
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“Our Clock Of Midnight”(An Acrostic)
Our clock of midnight ticking around
Undiscovered love can hear the sound
Repressed desire lying underground
Certainly this rare love can never be found
Loneliness covers the dusk to adorn
Outcry from the dark quells the forlorn
Crying out for light in the name of the dark
Keeps the distance between fire and spark
Our clock of midnight still ticking around
For we are far away but we can be found
Miles apart yet our minds can be seen
In reality can we make a blue night green?
Don’t want this clock ever to stop ticking
Noiselessness into heart where it’s been sticking
Indissoluble feeling we can feel so deep
Glimmering hope in our souls we reap
Here we lay down in the midst of dream
The clock of our midnight is our time supreme.
poem by Munia Khan
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Second Creation
No strongest and biggest animal in this universe
No weakest and smallest animal in this universe
Only brave animal in this universe
Only coward animal in this universe
Hands, leg, teeth, fangs, stings and poison were
First creation for fighting and self- defense
This widened a great gap between the strong big
Animals and the weak small animals.
The strength of the weak was in blood and heart
Bullet, blades, tip, shell, clubs, and stick were
Second creation to bridge the gap between them
No more strength no more weakness
Only cowardice and courage now
This second creation changed the laws of universe
From respect or fear the king of men or jungle and beasts
To a new doctrine of:
‘’Through an eye of creator see yourself as a lion
Through an eye of humiliation see lion as a worm’’
Never answer provocation, threat, conquest, occupation,
or aggression by girl friendly/ smile or cowardly joke
Although l am neither amongst the biggest nor strongest
Animals in this jungle, I can assure all of you
From man to leopard, elephant to lion that
If Mount Everest provoke me,
And I think upon it, and I decide upon it
And I pass a resolution upon it
At 12 o’clock midday
It rubble can’t be seen
At 6 o’clock in the evening.
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Snail
We already know snails are very slow
Reason behind, they carry along adobe;
placed on their back.
Blessed are many birds and small animals
can get easy food the snail's predators;
by virtue of being slow.
Can't run faster than enemies to defend,
so prefer to live in the shells, hidden;
but alas! enemies break.
Sometimes dogs and cats kill just playing,
snails can't do anything except praying;
defend by body colouring.
Not only animals, human too is great threat,
capture for own food millions of them;
thinking delicious and appetizer.
In cricket, only few players can hit a ton,
In laying eggs most of she snails can;
mating several times a year.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Us
What is it
In us…
That makes us
Kind towards
Some animals
But cruel towards
Others?
The cats,
The dogs and
The hamsters
Are born
Lucky…
To be
Petted by
Us.
The chickens,
The lambs and
The pigs are
Destined to be
Killed by us.
Is this nature’s
Law of survival
Or the deeds of
Karma?
God forbid,
In our next
Birth,
If we are
One of these
Animals,
We’ll look up to
‘Humans’ to save
And spare us.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Whatever Creation Is
No time to judge
The flowers the dust
Whatever creation is,
It is imbued with love.
And must! Have the good-
Sense to fly like a dove.
No time for ill will
But lust corrupts
Even a nightingale
Sings her best love
Ever so shyly at dusk
With a heady, smell of musk.
So harvest what love
You might carry...
Be but empty, and full
For in death:
Shall we not all truly,
Marry for love?
Whatever creation is,
It is imbued within us.
Golden as a river green
Expansive as a world unseen...
Silver as a mayfly blue
I'm in love with you.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Cats Eye Resurrection
Cats ~ cats ~ cats
Eye
Cats ~ cats ~ cats
Splashing on my walls ~ my walls
In the field the bodies are tied
To the their crosses hair hanging down
The blood is rolling down their
Arms to the waiting dogs
Bad ~ bad ~ bad
Doctors
Bad ~ bad ~ bad
Counting the meat on the tables
In the field the bodies are tied to the
Altar the popes mule sings a song of
Freedom from his majesty-the pope
Nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi
Butchers
Nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi
Waving their tongues in the air
Cats-cats-cats-bad-bad-bad-cats eye
Resurrection
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Learning in the true sense of the word is possible only in that state of attention, in which there is no outer or inner compulsion. Right thinking can come about only when the mind is not enslaved by tradition and memory. It is attention that allows silence to come upon the mind, which is the opening of the door to creation. That is why attention is of the highest importance. Knowledge is necessary at the functional level as a means of cultivating the mind, and not as an end in itself. We are concerned, not with the development of just one capacity, such as that of a mathematician, or a scientist, or a musician, but with the total development of the student as a human being.
quote by Krishnamurti
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Simple But Strict
With little milk and bread
Pet will follow till you are dead
A fine show of loyalty
With just or little of royalty
How much we are blessed by almighty
Still we fail to show little of curtsey
we sometimes boost' I don't believe Him'
Unnecessarily argue and stand as lone player in team
Can't we learn something like gratefulness?
Can't we smile and show gladness on face?
All for no cost and freely available
It will push away the troubles
How much have we been given by creator?
Free air, water, and lovely environment of nature
Only we need to look around and enjoy
There is all round show to afford the joy
When animals can respond to little love?
We are human being and certainly believe
Love and loyalty come from the royal blood
For it you need not offer package or food
Animals know their master well
Their eyes speak and clearly tell
That their allegiance lies with head
They obey without dispute and read
Someone said at once 'every dog has prise'
Thank god this could have been said with surprise
Men are not legging behind in this respect
Hey expose weakness and demonstrate in acts
There is no comparison for in between animals and human
We need to learn lot more from them even
We deceive people by stabbing from the back
As such animals have nothing in person at stake
Let us pick the threads and willingly discard
Such tendency that has pushed us backward
We can certainly regain lost pride
Our face can hardly find cover to hide
Everybody ahs special role to play in this universe
Somebody may enjoy the life and someone may curse
Yet life is full of mystery and no one can predict
So follow the path honestly and remain simple but strict
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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History Will Teach Us Nothing
If we seek solace in the prisons of the distant past
Security in human systems were told will always always last
Emotions are the sail and blind faith is the mast
Without a breath of real freedom were getting nowhere fast
If God is dead and an actor plays his part
His words of fear will find their way to a place in your heart
Without the voice of reason every faith is its own curse
Without freedom from the past things can only get worse
Sooner or later just like the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later just like the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
History will teach us nothing
History will teach us nothing
Our written history is a catalogue of crime
The sordid and the powerful, the architects of time
The mother of invention, the oppression of the mild
The constant fear of scarcity, aggression as its child
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Sooner or later
Convince an enemy, convince him that hes wrong
Is to win a bloodless battle where victory is long
A simple act of faith
In reason over might
To blow up his children will only prove him right
History will teach us nothing
Sooner or later the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later the world first day
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
Sooner or later we learn to throw the past away
History will teach us nothing
History will teach us nothing
Know you human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
Know your human rights
Be what you come here for
song performed by by Sting
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Dogs (Homage)
Man’s best friend?
Why?
There is nothing quite as cute as a puppy
Dogs are more than pets, they’re companions
Dogs are fiercely loyal
Dogs protect life & property, even to their own demise
Dogs do not judge their masters
Dogs are grateful for any food fed them
Dogs can be trained to carry, guide, search, rescue and hunt
Dogs are great listeners
Dogs are ready to play anytime
Dogs are emotional sponges that absorb human misery
Dogs are wonderful match-makers and buffers
Dogs can chase away “The blues”
You can take a dog’s balls and he’ll still love you
Yes,
Dogs are 'Man’s best friend'
After all God is Dog spelled backwards...
poem by Ray Lucero
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Bewitched
(RodgersHart)
He's a fool and don't I know it
But a fool can have his charms
I'm in love and don't I show it
Like a babe in arms
Love's the same old sad sensation
Lately I've not slept a week
Since this half pint imitation's
Put me on the blink
I'm wild again, beguiled again
A simpering whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I
I couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep
Until love came and told me I shouldn't sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I
Oh I lost my heart but what of it
He is home I am free
Oh but he can laugh and I love it
Although the laugh's on me
I'll sing to him, each spring to him
And worship the trousers that cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I
I'll sing to him, each spring to him
And long for the day I'll cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I
song performed by by Carly Simon
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