Just A Friendly Small Dog
Just a small brown and white jack russell with a stub for a tail
Yet when it comes to trust and loyalty his master he never fail
One who will never know of canine renown
Yet to his mentor he is the best dog in the town
With a ball or a stick he loves for to play
Just a friendly terrier friendly in every way
Yet his master with his life he'd defend
'Tis true what is said of a four legged friend
Respect for his master in love and devotion he does pay
At the gate to greet him home from work every day
With wagging stumpy tail and an excited bark
As if to say master take me to fetch ball in the park
Just a friendly small dog with a stump of a tail
But when it comes to devotion and loyalty he never does fail.
poem by Francis Duggan
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An Ageing Nature Lover
She is such a likeable person in her there is not any guile
And where she goes joy always follows she has such a beautiful smile
She loves the wild birds in her garden each day she fills her bird feeders with seed
A woman who loves Mother Nature and friends like her Nature does need
A woman in her mid to late seventies her husband for years in his grave
It was cancer that did take him from her right till his end he was quite brave
Their only child a middle aged woman now has two teenage daughters they live in a big Town far away
They did visit her last December with her a weekend they did stay
She has a friendly jack russell terrier a little white and brown dog with a waggly tail
With him in the park she's seen often she walks him each day without fail
She is one who is ageing with grace her hair is a natural gray
She is always so friendly and cheerful and to everyone she says good day
She is an ageing Nature lover and a beautiful person indeed
And Nature is lucky to have her since all of her friends Nature does need.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Tiger By The Tail
What a shock it was so surprising
You looked so small and frail
I didnt know what to do
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
People said that you must be joking
You let emotions run away with you
I realized a little too late
I bit off more than I could chew
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
Sometimes you grip it right
And sometimes you fail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
At times life can be so enlightening
But it can turn on you
Lately it gets so complicated i
I dont know what the tiger will do
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
Sometimes you grip it right
And sometimes you fail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
Sometimes you grip it right
And sometimes you fail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Bill And Rover
The old black labrador Rover his muzzle it is gray
And looking at him one would know he has known a better day
His master Bill too looking gray the years on him do show
I often see them in the park they both are walking slow
Old Rover not the dog he was when he was in his prime
His end for him not far away he's running out of time
His sense of scent remains quite keen though his sight is beginning to fail
Yet he remains a friendly dog even at strangers he wags his tail
His master Bill says Rover is thirteen for a dog in years that's getting on
His prime lost in the passing time his better days are long gone
All forms of life as we know well are only born to die
That is a simple fact of life and facts do never lie
Down the gravel path of the Townpark the old dog and the old man
Walk slowly in the evening sun time has stripped them of elan.
poem by Francis Duggan
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My Best Friend
My alarm bark
Every morning
We're on the deck
Then back inside
My best friend
I love you more
Tail wagging
Unconditional love
You gave me more
My protector
I know that bark
A warning to all
Someting isn't right
My best friend
I love you more
Tail wagging
Unconditional love
You gave me more
My foot warmer
You sat by me
Content and happy
Just to be there
My best friend
I love you more
Tail wagging
Unconditional love
You gave me more
My listener
You heard me
Tell those stories
Time and again
My best friend
I love you more
Tail wagging
Unconditional love
You gave me more
poem by Paul H Nelson
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To Damian Who Buried His Dog 'Miss
He buried poor old 'miss' in the backyard
And on her shovelled earth he swallowed hard
And struggled just to keep the tears at bay
And this for him perhaps his saddest day.
She was his friend and canine friends are true
And your dog up to the end will stick by you
Your dog will always be your faithful mate
And wag her tail and greet you at the gate.
And 'Miss' to damian was a faithful friend
She stuck by him up to the very end
Her balance poor her eyes with age grown dim
But to the very end she stuck by him.
A drive in car, fetch stick or chase a ball
Some of the things she enjoyed most of all
Till age came too soon and wore each bodily part
Still miss was always a young dog at heart.
I like 'blue heelers' they are good enough
And they don't mind it when the going gets tough
And Miss the heeler to her breed was true
And she was faithful to her master too.
To save her further suffering he had her put to rest
And he only did for his dog what was best
And he buried her in her old stomping ground
Where as a pup she barked and played around.
A dog is just a dog some people say
Whilst others see things in a different way
And some even treat their dog as family
'You kick my dog you may as well kick me'.
Today poor Damian buried an old friend
And she was faithful to him till the end
It's hard so very hard to say goodbye
But memories live on memories never die.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Lord of the Flies
Oh Master my Master
Oh where have you been
I wallowed in filth and
I drowned in sin
Oh Master my Master
It's my rotten luck
To swim in the decay
And swallow the muck
Oh Master my Master
I stand in the fires
Surrounded by murderers
Thieves, cheaters, and liars
Oh Master my Master
the earth has turned red
Fluid with blood
Of the recently dead
Oh Master my Master
What's wrong with the world
The blackness unfolds
Like a flag that's unfurled
Oh Master my Master
You ignore my cries
And now I'm quite sure
You're the Lord of the Flies
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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A Dog's Tale for M' lady Ernestine
A dog’s tale
A small dog shows his loyalty
he sleeps beside his master grave.
By his own choice he is quite free
to seek the home he does not have.
He leaves his post by morning light
and sallies forth in search of food.
Where he is greeted with delight
by children from the neighbourhood.
Polite and friendly he’ll accept
what ever scraps may come his way.
The people know by night he slept
beside his masters grave, he lay.
This duty although self imposed
he carried out until he died
Though no one at that time supposed
his fame would spread, become world wide.
Granted freedom of the city
by order of the Lord Provost.
A reward for his constancy
an honour very few can boast.
Epitome of loyalty
this small dog earned his world wide fame.
By keeping vigil faithfully.
Grey Friars Bobby was his name.
His statue stands for all to see.
Today keeps vigil in his stead
but Bobby has gone hopefully
to lie beside his master’s bed.
The tourists come from far and wide
to view his statue and to see
the place where Bobby lived and died
in Greyfriars cemetery.
27-Jan-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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For Donna
when he
left you
and you
lose your
mind
when the house
get so
damn lonely
when you
finally decide
to come home
the same
white dog
waits for
you
by the door
wagging
its tail
for its
only master
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Do Like His Dog
Surly looking and hung over after a night on the grog
I cannot say I do like him much though I do like his dog
His golden retriever on seeing me wags her tail
Of making a new friend of every opportunity she does avail
She does not have him to thank for her nice personality
The man and his dog look at life differently
Out walking the retriever after a row with his wife
Hung over and feeling quite hard done by life
But his female dog of people not in any way indifferent or shy
A great love of humanity she seems to enjoy
With her surly master as she walks down the street
She wags her tail at everyone she does meet
The dog and her master different as chalk and cheese
But then dogs than us far more easy to please.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Danger Of Mountain Fog
One little lad walking his dog
High on a mountain
No thought of the fog,
He had walked that way often before
The only problem till now
His feet had been sore.
In the fog he was scared, unable to see
With no idea where he might be,
He had been taught that danger was lurking around
If he fell in a crevice he might never be found.
His little dog so very proud
Was wagging his tail
And barking out loud,
Nudging his young master along
The worried boy put not one foot wrong.
His faithful dog stayed close to his side
The smallest ever mountain guide,
They were soon down under the clear blue sky
The boy with a hint of a tear in his eye.
Now safely at home he will never forget
The love and devotion of one little pet.
poem by Heather P Wilson
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Jack And Joe
Jack would not sell his dog not even for a billion he says my dog Joe is just not for sale
One cannot buy such things as trust and loyalty and in such tests my best mate never fail
A bone from the butcher and a can of dog food that seems to fulfil his needs every day
For his companionship and his undying devotion that does not seem such a big price to pay.
Joe is a black labrador cross border collie just a mongrel the less informed would say
He bought him off of the dog pound a few years back and just 100 dollars for him he did pay,
He was a playful seven months old puppy and very bright for a non pedigree
But labradors and border collies are smart canines as most who know about dogs would agree.
To Jack he is a devoted companion and where ever you will see him you'll see Joe
And Jack says his dog more trustworthy than any human and a better friend than him he'll never know,
His dog has shown him more love and affection than shown to him at anytime by his ex wife
And he will tell you the day he went to the dog pound was the luckiest ever day for him in life
When he drives down the street or to the town park Joe his black mate is always in the back
He would not even sell him for a billion Joe's the greatest mate I ever had says Jack
He loves his dog as much as he loves his children and the bond between them only seem to grow
And where ever you'll see one you'll see the other they are the best of mates old Jack and Joe.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Master
Master went a-hunting,
When the leaves were falling;
We saw him on the bridle path,
We heard him gaily calling.
'Oh master, master, come you back,
For I have dreamed a dream so black!'
A glint of steel from bit and heel,
The chestnut cantered faster;
A red flash seen amid the green,
And so good-bye to master.
Master came from hunting,
Two silent comrades bore him;
His eyes were dim, his face was white,
The mare was led before him.
'Oh, master, master, is it thus
That you have come again to us?'
I held my lady's ice-cold hand,
They bore the hurdle past her;
Why should they go so soft and slow?
It matters not to master.
poem by Arthur Conan Doyle
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WHAT IS A DOG...Your Best Friend
You might ask,
Of all creatures great and small
You’ll find the dog above all stands mountains tall,
That face, that look, that pleasure, that panting tongue
His undying faith devotion without hymns sung
A friend indeed to comfort your inner soul,
His lifelong love of you, his born innate goal,
In the valley in the shadow of death he will lay down his life,
All his courage he will throw at that thrusting knife.
Tired when you arrive home from a day’s hard work,
He will jump up to greet, his tail wagging berserk,
Then touch your skin with his soft cold nose
You see, to him you smell like a garden rose
There is a time he wants to be alone
When he’s gnawing and chewing his favourite bone,
If you’re unlucky not to have such a wonderful pet,
Off to the pound your best friend is waiting...you bet.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Donkey, Dog and Master – a very gentle fable
Come, listen all -
listen to a very gentle fable
Of Donkey, Dog and Man
and the friendship
amongst these three
1
Donkey and Dog are loyal servants;
they’ve served the same master
all their lives
It’s night now and
Donkey and Dog sleep
in the courtyard
while Master
snores in the house
A thief sneaks in
through the gate
and donkey whispers
as gently as he can:
Hey, dog…There’s an intruder;
Why don’t you bark and let master know?
And the old Dog growls as
quietly as he can:
Why don’t you bray aloud
and raise the alarm?
Hey, but you’re the dog
and you’re man’s best friend,
Donkey whispers in the dark
Man’s best friend, eh?
says Dog.
But is man the dog’s best friend?
I’ve served the master for ages
and now that I’m old he neglects me
and is talking about taking another dog.
I bet he’ll have you skinned alive
when you’re dead!
To the dogs with him!
You bray if you like.
2
Oh I’ve never seen
a more ungrateful being,
Donkey says.
Master is the best
and though he treats
us harsh
it’s all for our own good.
But your ingratitude offends me
and for the sake of decency and justice
and for all the values I hold dear
I shall have to do
a watchdog’s duty instead.
And with that
the donkey brays aloud
and the cacophony is heard
in all the village
and the thief runs away as quickly as he can;
and the master comes running out with a huge stick
and seeing the donkey braying madly
with no cause but its own stupidity
the master beats the donkey well and proper
till all his own hands ache
and he goes back to bed
And now Dog and Donkey
lie down again together
in the courtyard
and Dog says to the quiet Donkey:
Looks like you just found out
how it feels to be man’s best friend!
poem by Raj Arumugam
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The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 257
I’m a happy dog at the park
I yelp and woof and bark
Along with the sound
Us dogs run around
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m a happy dog at the park
You may think me off the mark
But I’m not by mistake
In the mud by the lake
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m a happy dog at the park
I hunt like a big hairy shark
When the bunnies trail
Puts a spring in my tail
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m glad that some bright spark
Brought a ball to throw
Now off I go
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’ll be wagging well into the dark
Enjoy fresh air and fun
Is my tip everyone
I’m a happy dog at the park
poem by Flying Lemming
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Happy Dog 3
I’m a happy dog at the park
I yelp and woof and bark
Along with the sound
Us dogs run around
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m a happy dog at the park
You may think me off the mark
But I’m not by mistake
In the mud by the lake
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m a happy dog at the park
I hunt like a big hairy shark
When the bunnies trail
Puts a spring in my tail
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m glad that some bright spark
Brought a ball to throw
Now off I go
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’m a happy dog at the park
I’ll be wagging well into the dark
Enjoy fresh air and fun
Is my tip everyone
I’m a happy dog at the park
poem by Flying Lemming
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Life and Work
I lit my mouth with jolly bewitchment,
Amusement caught my tongue, funny,
It felt agreeable, well-worthy for me to enlighten
The buds as they may be sweet too much to possess.
I am allured by sounds from the animals, who
Think so friendly and some not so forcefully,
Let argument be raised in the form of fire.
I lit my eyes with happiness, yet it was happier
When affairs and age troubled nobody like me.
Experience and adventure learnt awe and respect
For all the time is collected in a bottle
To drift in space, to lift the space around us.
We are in essence a right and wrong, and we fetch food
In our mouths like no mother or father could fetch.
Yesterday, food entered the mouth, but then the next day
An animal has been executed with excitement
So as to feed us, clothe us and nurture our health enough to master,
To master the work, to keep dozens of days for rest and solitude.
poem by Naveed Akram
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His Dog Is His Best Friend
She loves and lives with another now his former wife
But his dog remains with him his true friend for life
And for as long as she lives his dog with him will stay
Just for a few pats and a feed every day.
Since dogs are ever faithful for that is their way
He knows that his dog him would never betray
When he comes home from work him she's happy to see
Your dog's love for you a true love would you not agree?
Of cruelty to animals we hear of and read
And the one cruel to animals is a cruel one indeed
And since your animal for cruelty unable to sue
The Karma you sow is what will be your due.
The only true friend that he has in the town
His dog is the one who would not leave him down
On his arrival home from work she does patiently wait
And she wags her tail for to greet him at the gate.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Lonesome Poke Town
As the train was approaching a small town out West
The passenger looked out of the window and saw the most
beautiful horse in the world
The train was not scheduled to stop there
But, Jack, the passenger pulled the stop cord
Jack went into the train station He asked the station master about the
horse
He asked the station master about the horse
It so happened that he owned the horse
Jack asked if he could buy the horse
The station master said, 'Yes'
Jack paid the master $25.00
And the most beautiful horse was his now
And he named him 'Irish'
August 14,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
poem by Jr. Clarence A. Graham
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I searched for Him
I searched for Him
But found only rays and beam
No shape, nothing but only fire
I had to bow my head and admire
There was something unknown power that guided universe
Was it divine, imagery or only in verses?
We have simply followed which is in religious books
No one answers clearly and no one can say it is cooked too
Yes it is fact that some one is driving us
May be belief, allegiance, or trust
Someone who is not on ground but above earth
Decides our destiny and takes us away after death
For a second if we take death as no threat
What can happen if human being is made immortal?
I fear chaos, plunder and loot everywhere
Even small kid will raise an arm and dare
Yes, we are feared of only one power
We all call him as almighty and ultimate savior
Offer as much as possible while bowing head
But fail to recognize his might and refuse to read
I find joy while offering small peace of bread
To a beggar or to an animal that actually needs
Did we ever notice gratefulness on their part and read?
Animal might have shaken tail and man with head
So futile search ended here with no more quests
All doubts, apprehensions and fears naturally rested
There is no eagerness now as to who is our master
Man can only be responsible as master blaster
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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