#puppies
Went to visit the place
Where animals are held in a cage
Puppies biting each others head’s off
For the slightest amount of attention
They’re all just there for display
Never taken outside to play
“Our desired goal
Is to find them a home”
While giving us a price to pay
They don’t actually care
About the animals there
The store’s air
Smell of despair
Oh, how I wish
I could take
All those poor animals
Out of that place
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 12:01 PM UTC
In case I'm not being clear enough . 58% of firearm deaths in 2023 were suicides (about 27,300 deaths) How many is that on a per day basis? 75. And that number has skyrocketed since Trump took office.
You wonder where all the daddies have gone? It's either this or prison.
Why there's nobody there to raise little Johnny.
And you wanna get up in arms about people smoking or Plastic grocery bags ?
AND Your big expensive "pop guns" don't stop
tanks,
jets,
or missiles in the sky,
Just your own ****** co-workers and neighbors
and a count down to a drunken self-inflicted goodbye.
Good bye and good riddance.
But the guns even after , don't disappear
the family keeps loving and keeping them
with obligation
it's clear. Waiting to **** again.
It's not a tool. It's not a hammer. It's not a cordless drill. It doesn't fix the drywall or repair your roof or get your car started in the morning. Stop pretending it's a tool.
You're not a fool.
Preachers of firepower sing their gospel so grand,
While stacking ammo like holy NRA cash in their G.O.P. hand.
The enemy you fear? Isn't coming dear. Ghosts and shadowy Fox news schemes.
The real threat is you?
Your own trigger and your twisted dreams.
You brainwashed your kids and in church .
hate and fear
the art of digital click war,
Marjorie Taylor-Greene outrage, memes, talking points galore.
But when it comes down to it, the "battlefield’s " all to near,
And the target is staring back in the mirror, my dear.
Does it look like YOU and NOT a ********* or queer ?
The right to stop a king with a single shot musket was their intent.
One ball at a time, not 30-round animal death and torment.
You shoot the deer, the fox, the birds that flee in fright,
But humans? They would be the only creatures on Earth to walk TOWARDS a gun fight..
Pray to your ancient carpenter or part time goat herder
there is no such thing as subsistence hunting
just animal ****** .
Domestic rage,
drunken misfire,
kids too young to know,
You preached apocalypse
BUT the smoking barrel steals the show.
Oh, the NRA hymns and your freedom parade,
Big guns, bold threats, so carefully displayed.
nothing stops those tanks, the jets, or missiles filling the sky,
Just your own delusional ignorance
taught and teaching "men don't cry " .
Good bye daddy Good bye... brother, uncle, guy
Good bye good bye good buy ...
So cheer for your rights, whoopty woo, hooray,
Build bunkers, hoard bullets, live in the fray.
The Second Amendment, a relic, a myth you pursue,
Mostly it destroys …
The sorry MAGA piece of **** that IS you.
So if you're thinking about taking that to some school yard or campus, do us all a favor and go back inside.
Everybody sees the truth that you've so long denied.
This **** isn't capable of defending anyone's freedom. Not for more than 200 years. It's an object of rage and fear turned against neighbors and fears.
Don't try to tell me that it's not weapons and guns that **** people. It's just another tool. I'm not blind or ignorant and I'm sure as hell not a fool .
You can't **** 30 people in under a minute with a rock. You do that with a 30 round clip and a gun show bump stock.
Kristi Noem down in the gravel pit gain
rounding up Mexicans and preaching bout sin
another innocent puppy in sight
be sure to tell it again
about your abusive so called 2nd amendment right.
Sadly, they'll keep on doing this over and over again.
It's true,
as long as the NRA is allowed to sell this twisted
Second Amendment lie
to you.
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 11:54 PM UTC
Vanquish the darkness
From within you
Even abyss cannot reach
The beauty inside
The chasms of your mind
Will never fault
Won’t you take my hand
To serine places
Tranquil thoughts bring us
Upon this journey
A nebulous entanglement
Forever intwined
Unto the farthest reaches
Of the cosmic infinite
I will show you
A hue of Colours not seen
Staggering emotion
No masquerade
Of broken thoughts
Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 5:09 PM UTC
Somehow everything is the same but all that was is different,
the people, the clothes, me and then there's you.
Karmic retributions keep tilting me away from you,
but hopefully, this time we'll make something that lasts so here's to the tomorrow that's yet to come.
Consequences, repercussions have me always missing you,
I blink twice, breathe once and suddenly there's no trace of you.
I've done my best and I have no regrets,
but maybe you do,
do you perhaps regret me?
But if not so, then where are you?
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 3:25 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall, HSG
[email protected]
Puppies Share Christmas in Their Own Special Way
Nothing says Christmas like sparkly glitter
Frosting the ornaments and, oh! So much more
Tiny stars shared from an incontinent critter -
In diarrheal doggy **** on the bedroom floor!
Dec 2, 2023
Dec 2, 2023 at 10:02 PM UTC
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A gloomy feeling accompanies the rain.
harvest season sometimes reaps none,
the sun is weary, it rushes to descend
humid air wanes as darkness spreads.
sparrows and yellow warblers retreat
how do they stay dry in their nests?
newly-woken bats emerge at sunset
amidst the rain...they try their best.
in the waning light, trees start to play,
their shadows graciously sway,
they dance by the firewall
telling their stories by nightfall.
through a worsening weather
sounds, loud and clear,
the roaring thunder
July's long sunset showers
pour, to cool the dimming atmosphere.
then, darkness claims all the glow.
thunder, lightning, the heavy downpour,
and the warm shelter of our home
are like heaven and hell,
situated side by side.
monsoon season has come without delay
the mischievous puppies dare play
under July's cold pouring rain,
their eyes invite me...but in vain.
sally b
©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 4, 2021
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 8:25 PM UTC
There’s no traffic in the canyon
Just hitch hiking coyotes
That *** to many cigarettes
But always have good stories
All they want is a play boy bunny
To scratch them behind the ears
Where the truck stop soap always collects
They are simple like that
That’s why I never fear all the teeth in their smiles
Dull and worn down by all the miles
They have put on those paws
When we pulled into the next town
They nodded and got off
Back to the puppies
Or back to no life at all
The sun beams down
The coyote walks
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 8:56 PM UTC
With those cute eyes within bright lights,
It's the looks that covers my night sky
Too cute to be true,
Your a rare creature that can fit in any shoe
Puppies, adorable paws and total cuties
Are the little dogs that makes everyone happy
A little nose with cute a sneeze
And a "tough" bark but sounds squeaky
Your wagging tail and feet running look walk
Looks so ****** as cutely you talk
Cuteness overloads with your teary looking eyes
My baby, and cutie pie.
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 9:53 PM UTC
With those cute eyes within bright lights,
It's the looks that covers my night sky
Too cute to be true,
Your a rare creature that can fit in any shoe
Puppies, adorable paws and total cuties
Are the little dogs that makes everyone happy
A little nose with cute a sneeze
And a "tough" bark but sounds squeaky
Your wagging tail and feet running look walk
Looks so ****** as cutely you talk
Cuteness overloads with your teary looking eyes
My baby, and cutie pie.
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 8:24 PM UTC
my little puppies
eyes at my feet looking up
pupils so playful
Logan Robertson
9/03/2019
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 4:14 PM UTC
Puppies
fluffy, cute
wagging, frolicking, toppling
happy, hungry, sleepy, curious
purring, climbing, playing
adorable, soft
Kittens
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC
This family I have all began with a girl named Bella, she was more than adorable. Loyal and loving she was one of a kind. She never ran off until one day she never came home, my heart broke as I searched near and far, not only taken from me but 5 babies left behind. I was trying to find these babies a loving home but attached from day one I kept them for my own. Oh my the destruction they caused, 3 girls and 2 boys, Heaven, Sadie, Sky, Junior and Buster along with my shitzu, Zoey. Never a dull moment as each one special in there own way. Little did I know the place where we lived the ground they played upon made every one of them poisoned by parvo and deathly sick. My Fience and I worked round the clock administering medication and fluids to 6 very sick puppies. Our battle seemed to never end as death filled our home and we lost one. Exhausted and drained as i laid beside our remaining babies, death sunken eyes peered up at me from each and every one as if asking me "momma please save us for what have we done" I burst into tears as I gathered them all near, laying my hands upon there tired bodies I closed my eyes and began to Pray, God please heal my babies make them better through my hands, I know you can work miracles so I'm begging of you to spare the life of my babies I pray unto you . As silence filled my home covered with doom, my body grew numb , I knew God was here. I began praying harder never lifting my hands as the heat from my hands became even hotter I couldn't remove them from their bodies. Chills ran through me like I've never felt before, releasing my hands as I looked in their eyes , the death that once consumed them appeared to go away. Within a matter of hours one by one they began to get well. I dropped to my knees and gave God his Grace for saving my babies that day. Every word I've said in this poem is 100% true, A wonderful testimony of how love , faith and God healed my furbabies that day.
©kimmied1105
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
Bark, bark, yap, yap,
Don't they ever stop, you bad dog you chewed my favorite shoe, lay down , get outside , chain them up, cover their mouth with a leather strap where they can't speak,. They get left in scorching heat. It's not to cold it's a dog, he has a dog house he can take shelter from that storm. Don't stop it's just a dog you ran over. So you leave his body to lay..
You fool, can't you see, they are just babies like we use to be , they bark and yap cause they are talking to you, they need your attention so they chewed your favorite shoe. Let's see how it feels to put that chain on your neck and leave you tangled outside for days, let me forget I didn't get you freshwater it's only 100° today, crawl in that boarded up box to shelter yourself from the rain, it's normal for you to shake in the cold , if I strike you and leave you lay they lock me up for ****** You should be ashamed of yourself Human you call yourself what part of this is humane.
They love , they hate, they hurt they feel pain and joy they cry real tears , they blood runs through them to pump their heart, they are no different than you and me wait what am I saying there is but one very big difference you see, my furbabies are more loyal than any human standing. They protect me when I'm in danger, they comfort me in my time off need, they never leave my side , theres the difference ,now can you see
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
I see
the moon, in its fullness
surrounded by curls of clouds
I wait
...for the frog to croak
....in the mist of early evening
i wait,
but...it seems, there's no hope
in hearing its sad song tonight
i hear,
instead, the dark roof creaking
followed by calculated footfalls
and then,
i hear soft scratching on the gate,
soft voices......seem to be calling
i rise,
to see three stray cats lazily slouched
on the sidewalk, purring, looking at me
quickly,
i see this black dog....joining the crowd
its glimmering eyes...looking...asking
and through
the moonglow, and scant light from the
lamp post...i see its nipples...all swollen
my God!
where could her puppies be? my eyes wander in
the dark midst of mango trees and banana plants
t'was fed,
along with the cats...black dog ran when its
share was brought there at the dark vacant lot
tonight,
as in past nights, time is slow as a snail,
while i.....am thinking over and over,
how i,
can bring that black dog and her puppies
to safety..........here in my own backyard
in life,
we're like horses rushing...stopped in midstream
by homeless cats, dogs, kids, old, disabled people
either
we keep running...............or, we screech
we halt...and allow them to touch our lives...
Sally
Copyright March 2, 2018
rrab
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 7:10 PM UTC
Poets drink
dung beetles stink
just the way it is
Ladies tease
and maybe please
soda has too fizz
Puppies are cute
there's no refute
doing what they do
Big puppy eyes
with no disguise
irresistible to me, and you
Politician lie
they can't deny
written on their ignoble faces
Lawyers get rich
but still they *****
in every, and all, places
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
Happiness is as easy
and as free
as watching three little, cuddly puppies-
one brown, one white and one sandy,
rolling on the sand
on the street side
and breaking out in unexpected smile
at the innocence in nature
after you had a ****** night
of battling your existential crisis.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 11:15 PM UTC
Some dogs are big
Some dogs are small
Some dogs love to dig
Some dogs prefer their ball
Some dogs fight
Some dogs attack
Some dogs some dogs bite
Others have your back
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
A quick passing of a faint sound...reached my ear
A whisper of a whimper
Floated...in the silence of the midnight's atmosphere
Over coffee...i listened harder,
One minute, it was there
The next moment...it was gone
Morning quickly came
But, it just wasn't the same
Before noon was over,
The "weirdly quiet" backyard
Became crazy...with activities...
The whimpering started again....then stopped,
Followed by tiny whining voices
My pet's eyes were so alert...her looks shifting
From one pinkish creature to the other(s)
Like...she was doing the counting, herself...
Last time i looked, there were only three,
But, then...three became five!
Apart from Larry, Curly and Moe
I need two more names.....
No, wait! I need three more, for
I now see six white, squirming square-faced puppies!
If i had things my way
My backyard would extend further, wider....i'd
have eight dogs, a mix of labradors and retrievers
An all female band...to roam and guard the place
So that my pet dog, wouldn't have to be
As big and heavy as a pregnant ewe
Never again to suffer....the pain of giving birth to six puppies
Never again to whimper, in the stillness of one dark midnight...
Sally
Copyright April 10, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
There’s this void in my heart
A terminal illness, I was bound to die from the start
Day by day it slowly gets bigger
And so the amount of pain it does trigger
I don’t consider this to be living
And I think, Why is life so unforgiving?
But somehow I get through it
Now that I think about it, there is one secret
There is one thing that makes the pain all the more worthwhile
And it never fails to give me a smile
Always there when needed
And without it I never would have succeeded
This thing makes my body numb and fills me with joy
It makes me feel alive like a newborn baby boy
It caresses me dearly
Helps me see the world clearly
Because of this thing I feel brand new
Dont be surprised when I say this thing is you
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
the songs have
stopped
silence in the car
silence in my heart
the songs of others
fill my ears
the songs of others
fill my throat
but mine
have gone silent
the silly ones
the sad ones
all have flown
off somewhere
off all alone
a song almost
began today
my little furry
friend at play
these precious
fuzzy creatures
lighten my heart
such love pours out....
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
I opened up
Dumped out the words
Kicked them hard
For the sound I heard
Crack ! goes the breaking ribs
There is no pity that I give
Stomped then flat
Stretched then out
Made them squeal
Then I made them shout
I grabbed them by the naked throat
Squeezed so hard
I made them choke
I made pain flash in their eyes
I made them pay for all their lies
Hot fear sweated out
Red blood dripped cold
without a doubt
I made them wish
they had never said
Before I made
A morgue , of the page
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC
Puppies and puddles
Licks and hugs
Soft and lovable
Just look at their mugs
A smile on their face
a twinkle in their eye
they're just so sweet
no need to ask why.
Little wet kisses
soft gentle nuzzles
not very complicated
like crossword puzzles.
They arrive with love
and joy in their heart
just wanna share
and not be apart.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
So furry and snuggly but not too much...simply a touch
Are we gonna run run? Where are we going mum?
Can I follow you upstairs so I can get under your feet while you try to get ready? I'm so excited to get to the trees, the dirt, the slime of the bog of eternal stench. Please don't shower me off if I get too stinky by maybe rolling in a dead animal left in our sanctuary. I just want to run and chase the deer. I'll come back to you no matter what Mum cause I love you, you know exactly where and how hard to scratch my *** mum! You feed me too and give me that tasty orange stuff. I know when you're gonna give it to me cause I have memorized the sound of the package when you take it out of the fridge. Ok Ok I'm just so excited I can't concentrate on one thing. You tell me to go get my collar...I think I know what you mean. I'll go look for it. I found it, let's goooooooo mum. Spin spin spin around we're close to the door now so it's going to be soon. I know you want me to calm down mum but I just don't think I can! Oh wow , we're going out the door....
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC