Poems about dogs

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  1. CMike

    CMike Zionist, proud to be

    Oct 25, 2009
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    Poems In Praise of Dogs


    The one absolutely unselfish friend that
    a man can have in this selfish world,
    the one that never deserts him,
    the one that never proves ungrateful
    or treacherous, is his dog.

    A man's dog stands by him in prosperity
    and in poverty,
    in health and in sickness.
    He will sleep on the cold ground where
    the wintery winds blow,
    and the snow drives fiercely,
    if only he may be near his master's
    side. He will kiss the hand that has no
    food to offer, he will lick the sores
    and wounds that come in encounter with
    the roughness of the world. He guards
    the sleep of his Pauper master as if he
    were a prince.

    When all other friends desert,
    he remains.
    When riches take wings and reputation
    falls to pieces, he is as constant in
    his love as the sun in it's journey
    through the heavens.
    If misfortune drives the master forth
    an outcast in the world, friendless
    and homeless, the faithful dog asks
    no higher privilege than that of
    accompanying him to guard against
    danger, to fight against his enemies.

    And when the last scene of all comes,
    and death takes the master in it's
    embrace, and his body is laid away in
    the cold ground, no matter if all other
    friends pursue their way, there by the
    graveside will the noble dog be found,
    his head between his paws, his eyes sad,
    but open in alert watchfulness,
    faithful and true, even in death.

    -From a speech given by
    Former Senator George Graham Vest
    of Missouri. Delivered in 1870 when he
    was acting as a lawyer in a suit against
    a man who had killed the dog of his
    client. -- He won the case.


    He is my other eyes that can see above
    the clouds; my other ears that hear above
    the winds. He is the part of me that can
    reach out into the sea.

    He has told me a thousand times over that
    I am his reason for being: by the way he
    rests against my leg; by the way he thumps
    his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he
    shows his hurt when I leave without taking him.
    (I think it makes him sick with worry when he
    is not along to care for me.)

    When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
    When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.
    When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
    When I am a fool, he ignores it.
    When I succeed, he brags.
    Without him, I am only another man. With him,
    I am all-powerful.
    He is loyalty itself.
    He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
    With him, I know a secret comfort and a
    private peace. He has brought me understanding
    where before I was ignorant.
    His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
    His presence by my side is protection against
    my fears of dark and unknown things.
    He has promised to wait for me...
    henever...wherever--in case I need him.
    And I expect I will--as I always have.

    He is just my dog.

    --- Gene Hill ---


    Treat me kindly , my beloved master,
    for no heart in all the world is more
    grateful for kindness than the loving
    heart of me.

    Do not break my spirit with a stick,
    for although I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and
    understanding will more quickly teach
    me the things you would have be do.

    Speak to me often, for your voice is
    world’s sweetest music, as you must know
    by the fierce wagging of my tail when your
    footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

    When it is cold and wet, please take me
    inside, for I am now a domesticated animal,
    no longer used to bitter elements.
    And I ask no greater glory than the
    privilege of sitting at your feet beside
    the hearth. Though had you no home,
    I would rather follow you through ice and
    snow than rest upon the softest pillow in
    the warmest home in the land, for you are
    my god and I am your devoted worshipper.

    Keep my pan filled with fresh water,
    for although I should not reproach you
    were it dry, I cannot tell you when I
    suffer thirst. Feed me clean food so
    that I may stay well to romp and play
    and do your bidding, to walk by your
    side, and stand ready willing and able
    to protect you with my life should your
    life be in danger.

    And beloved master, should the Great Master
    see fit to deprive me of my health or sight,
    do not turn me away from you. Rather,
    hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands
    grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest...
    and I will leave you knowing with the last
    breath I draw, my fate was every safest
    in your hands.

    --- Beth Norman Harris ---
  2. Sunshine

    Sunshine Trust the pie. Supporting Member

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    Does it have to be doggerel?
  3. eots

    eots no fly list

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    One day when I was home alone
    Just me and the dog holding the phone
    I gave my pal a piece of cheese
    It was limberger the cheese that pleezes

    Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh he had to go
    Oo oo oo oo oo oo oo Number 2
    Ar ar ar ar ar ar ar it was to far
    Or or or or or or or to the door

    There was shit and piss all over the place
    My dog Wallace had gone to pieces
    There was a revolting oder in the air
    It was limberger the cheese that pleezes

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  4. Mr. H.

    Mr. H. Diamond Member

    Aug 19, 2009
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    A warm place with no memory.

    on a sheet of glass



    what am I doing here?
    It's all so...

  5. Sunshine

    Sunshine Trust the pie. Supporting Member

    Dec 17, 2009
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    Roses are red,
    Violets are blue.
    My dog is a bitch,
    And so are you.
  6. Katzndogz

    Katzndogz Diamond Member

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    Dear God, please send me somebody who'll care!
    I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair.
    My body is aching; it's so racked with pain,
    and dear God I pray, as I run in the rain.
    That someone will love me and give me a home,
    a warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone.

    My last owner tied me all day in the yard
    sometimes with no water, and God that was hard.
    So I chewed my leash, and I ran away.
    To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
    But now God, I'm tired and hungry and cold,
    and I'm so afraid that I'll never grow old.

    They've chased me with sticks and hit me with stones,
    while I run the streets just looking for bones!
    I'm not really bad, God, please help if you can,
    or I have become just a "Victim of Man!"
    I'm wormy dear God and I'm ridden with fleas,
    and all that I want is an Owner to please!

    If you find one for me God, I'll try to be good,
    and I won't chew their shoes, and I'll do as I should.
    I'll love them, protect them and try to obey....
    when they tell me to sit, to lie down or to stay!
    I don't think I'll make it too long on my own,
    cause I'm getting so weak and I'm so all alone.

    Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
    cause I'm so afraid God, that I'm going to die.
    And I've got so much love and devotion to give,
    that I should be given a new chance to Live!
    So dear God, please answer my prayer,
    and send me someone who will REALLY care.
  7. Katzndogz

    Katzndogz Diamond Member

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    On the morning of September 11, 2001, there was an unprecedented amount of activity at the Rainbow Bridge. Decisions had to be made. They had to be made quickly. And, they were. An issue, not often addressed here, is the fact that many residents really have no loved ones for whom to wait. Think of the pups who lived and died in hideous puppy mills. No one on earth loved or protected them. What about the many who spent unhappy lives tied in backyards? And the ones who were abused...whom are they to wait for? We don't talk about that much up here. We share our loved ones as they arrive, and are happy to do so. But we all know there is nothing like having your very own person who thinks you are the most special pup in the Heavens.
    On this particular Tuesday morning a request rang out for pups not waiting for specific persons to volunteer for special assignment. An eager, curious crowd excitedly surged forward, each pup wondering what the assignment would be. They were told by a solemn voice that unexpectedly, all at once, over 7000 loving people had left Earth long before they were ready. All the pups, as all pups do, felt the humans' pain deep in their own hearts. Without hearing more, there was a clamoring among them.

    "May I have one to comfort?"
    "I'll take two...I have a big heart!"
    "I have been saving kisses forever!"

    One after another they came forward, begging for assignment. One cozy-looking fluffy pup asked hesitantly, "Are there any children coming? I would be very comforting for a child ‘cuz I'm soft and squishy and I always wanted to be hugged."

    A group of Dalmatians came forward asking to meet the firefighters and be their friends. The larger working breeds offered to greet the police officers and make them feel at home. Little dogs volunteered to do what they do best: cuddle and kiss.

    Dogs who had never had a kind word or a pat on the head while they were on Earth stepped forward and said, "I will love any human who needs love."

    Then all the dogs, no matter where on Earth they originally came from, rushed to the Rainbow Bridge and stood waiting, overflowing with love to share, each tail wagging an American flag
  8. Katzndogz

    Katzndogz Diamond Member

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    It was another Christmas day
    And God looked out to see
    What scripture promise came to pass,
    What promise would not be.

    And turning aside, HE turned his eyes
    To those who'd dwell inside,
    To those who'd warm by Heaven's hearth
    And those who'd be denied.

    And HE saw a man at St. Peter's gate,
    A mongrel dog at his feet,
    And a line that reached to the dark of night
    As far as the eye could see.

    And St. Peter looked at the disheveled two
    And challenged the wretch to say,
    What deeds he'd done, what praise he'd won
    To walk in Heaven's way.

    And the vagrant stood in his shabby robe
    And not one word he spoke,
    As though he heard not a single word
    This man in the tattered cloak.

    "What deeds have you done to think you've won
    The grace of Heaven's line?
    What honors earned? What evils spurned?
    Pray help me be inclined."

    But the wretched soul and his shepherd hound
    Stayed on without a sound
    As though no deed could come to mind,
    As though no reason found.

    "Can you not find one deed so fine,
    To merit entrance here?
    Can none attest some honored quest,
    A challenge still unclear?"

    And still he stood and but held the leash
    That stayed the mongrel hound.
    Until he knelt to feel the ground
    And kiss the furry crown.

    As love was cast in skin and bone,
    He held the dog around,
    And Heaven watched and Heaven judged
    This vagabond and his hound.

    "What seeds were sowed that a flower'd grow
    When you'd depart the scene?
    A single tree? One slave made free?
    One clean and shining sea?

    Was not one life made free of strife

    Along the path you strolled?
    Was not one child encouraged to smile?
    No good that can be told?"

    And all looked on at the vagabond
    Who held the unkempt hound.
    But not one voice to sway the choice,
    No plaintiff voice was found.

    And when at last, his patience past,
    St. Peter bid unkind
    And motioned on to the dark beyond,
    "No reason you can find?"

    "Not one but simple virtue be
    That all of us may see?
    Not one redeeming act of faith
    Did bring you here to me?

    In all your time can you not find
    One voice for yours to plea?
    In all your time can you not find
    One voice to vouch for thee?"

    And now at last his time though past,
    The vagabond turned to speak;
    And his eyes were filled with tears that spilled
    And coursed the craggy cheeks.

    And from his heart the speech did start
    To argue not his sake,
    But to plead the cause of the mongrel dog,
    That lay in Heaven's wake.

    "Perhaps it ain't for me to see
    The paradise within.
    I was a simple soul on earth
    This hound's my only kin.

    But if the children's smiles count,
    His cup's filled to the brim.
    Oh, I can vouch for this hound, your grace.
    I can vouch for him.

    You should’ a seen them laugh and run
    When he was all their game.
    You should’ a seen the love he gave
    And never once complain.

    And when the tide of time arose
    And naught was there to eat,
    He shared the taste of an empty plate
    And stayed at these failing feet.

    It ain't for me," he whispered soft,

    "It ain't for me I ask.
    But don't deprive this poor old hound

    For what his master lacks.

    If caring and sharing and loyalty
    Are virtues of your size,
    Consider one who lacks of none,
    Let Heaven be his prize.

    It matters not what comes of me,
    Or what may come about.
    But it just ain't fair. It wouldn't be fair
    To keep my poor hound out.

    No friend has ever been so true.
    No man has walked a line,
    Who never strayed, but not this dog,
    This hound that I call mine."

    His fingers stroked the shaggy coat
    And the dog licked back the hand;
    And as much was said in the silence there,
    Than since God's quest began.

    And then abrupt, the hound looked up
    And labored with its head
    To lick this face of human grace,
    This man of tattered thread.

    And suddenly a calm would be
    That tethered every sound.
    And a warm breeze blew that embraced the two,
    This vagabond and his hound.

    And St. Peter turned to the mist beyond
    And paused with uplifted head.
    To heed the voice of Almighty God
    And to do as HE has said.

    I've set the task and I have asked
    For virtues held and shared.
    To dwell in a world of every kind
    And for every kind have cared.

    And now I've seen dimensions dreamed
    That seldom I've seen before,
    A simple man and his faithful hound,
    Denied at my own door?"

    With pen in hand, St. Peter began
    To enter on his list,
    The names of those whom God had chosen
    To dwell in Heaven's bliss.

    And one belonged to a vagabond
    And the other he called his kin;
    The man who vouched for an old hound dog
    And the hound dog who vouched for him.

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