"callie" poems
Cuddlesome
Adorable
Loveable
Light of my heart
I loved you dearly
Ever in my heart I cherish you
~Marian~
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
Pamela , O' loving Pamela , My beautiful & loving Pamela
We started our beautiful life together , We shared so very much
The mid too late '80s , Were beautiful & so full of the future
That no one knew , Except for GOD , How much time we really had
And so we both enjoyed each other , We both shared so very much
From all of our 9 beautiful & loving Labrador Retrievers , ( Our Kids )
Too our Homes , Hobbies & our many Vacations in numerous states
The one thing , That never changed in all of our entire married life
Was that she Loved Me & I Loved Pamela , My sweet Pamela Jean
We both worked very hard , We even worked side by side for S & P
S & P ??? . Wasn't just a business or even just a job , It was Our's
Sometimes it seemed as though the business actually owned Us
But looking back , There was a lot of times when Pamela & Me
Laughed & cried & Shared beautiful times & bad times together
From our 1st Labrador "" Callie "" , Too our current 2 Labradors
Reagan Jean & Shelby'Anne Kelcee , And the other 6 Labradors
Jack'ie , CJ ( Callie Jean of Callie's Acre's ) , Sammy , Daisey
L.A.B. ( Ellabee ) & Kelcee Jean , Seven are now in Heaven with Pam
As I like too say , Pamela Jean has 7 Labradors , With her in Heaven
I have 2 Labradors with Me down here on Earth , I Love You Pam
I will always Love You Pamela Jean , I will never stop Loving You
You were always the Love of My life , And You always will be
As GOD is My witness , I promise You Pamela , Love is Forever
As You and I took our wedding vows serious on that day in July 1989
For better or worse , In Sickness and in health , Till death do us part
We'll Pamela You're in Heaven now & I still Love You so very much
My Love for You is still On going , And our Love will never End
I will Love You for Eternity , As You & I , Will always be One
The time & the dreams , That We both shared Together as Us
I will never forget , My daily life without You , Is so very lonely
You're Family & Our Friends & GOD , And our 2 beautiful Girls
Are what is absolutely now keeping me going , Day in & day out
Until the day , That We both can & will be Together Again for all
ETERNITY - Just You & Me , Pamela & Me , Me & Pamela :
GOD BLESS ALL , Who read This - Amen :
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
I'm a little shy
And kinda loud
A natural leader
And very proud
Brown Eyed Girl
An attractive face
A little clutzy
And not much grace
Born Again Christian
Because my God saves
Nothing in this world
Can take His place
I have 3 amazing children
Who I absolutely adore
I'm starting to wonder
Maybe I want more??
Health and fitness
Is what I do
Teaching kids at church
I love to do too :)
That's me, y'all
In a nutshell
Want to know more?
Ask and I'll tell
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
"What beautiful flowers!"
Unaware of how much death & decay took place under the soil, right below.
Oblivious to the pain.
The speaker was a girl with long black hair, walking with another, a person with brown and golden hair, at the base of the hill with a weathered grave on top.
She smelled the fragrant jasmines & plucked off a handful to decorate her hair, now walking away down the hill.
Her companion lingers at the top, gazing at the gleaming white petals, contrasting with shiny ivory.
"Come down!" She calls. But the blonde has seen the engraved rock, secluded by growing vines. They decide to have a moment of silence.
The black haired girl looks back, then rolls her eyes before abandoning them.
The person left standing next reads the epitaph,
Their sunkissed, freckled face turning into gloom.
"Now that I've seen you, I won't let you be alone."
She gently kisses the keen flowers that are curious about her words.
Then turns to lay and nap in the grass and foliage for hours.
May 11, 2024
May 11, 2024 at 5:32 AM UTC
***You watched your best friend suffer,
You took it worse than us- a lot more tougher,
Please for our sake hold on tighter;
See things a lot more brighter.
I understand how you feel bad,
How you feel deppressed not sad,
I miss him too;
He cheered us up when we felt blue.
He played with you and teased you like a brother,
And my Mamma felt like to him she was his Mother,
It makes us feel bad too;
He used to tease us as well as you.
But you must know he went to God in Heaven,
Even though he has already died October 7,
You watched your best friend suffer;
You took it worse than us a lot more tougher.
It's not the way it used to be,
After him went all of Candy's kittens along with Callie,
I feel scared. . . I don't know and hope no more go next;
It's not like I could shrug it off like a piece of paper with no text.
I don't know what to do,
He cheered us up when we felt blue,
Now we feel sad whenever we think of it;
The event keeps playing in our mind ****** by ****** bit by bit.
He used to in his chair sit,
Now no one in it sits,
It is a sad reminder of him;
We think of these things on whims.
But for our sake don't feel sad,
He'd want you to feel happy not sad,
You watched your best friend suffer;
You took it worse than us- a lot more tougher.***
~Marian~
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 5:57 PM UTC
Sometimes it’s best to keep the things we hold dear to us to ourselves.
Just so the shadows don’t try to take them away.
The shadows are things we call friends because they’ve always been there.
They’re also called foes because of what they do. It’s a secret though.
They told me not to tell.
One’s name is Janis. She wants to leave but never can. Another’s name is John. He always screams as if he’s forced to never stop.
They told me not to tell.
“Always keep it to yourself because we’ll take it away.”
“Why do you scream? Why can’t you ever just sleep?!”
They told me not to tell my secrets because they’ll be used against me.
My name is Callie. I’m only age 6.
My name is _________. I have — who are you again?
My n-name is A- Al- Alexa. I have a s- stu- st- stutter
My name is Kelly. I’m a mystery never solved.
They told me not to tell the-… no! I won’t… they told me not to tell.
The shadows are my friends and the words will not hurt.
They told me they would —
The voices are my friends. The voices are my friends. The panic is my comfort. The panic is my comfort. The story is perfect. Your story is perfect. Our story is perfect.
They’ll never know who I killed.
They’ll never know how it feels.
They’ll never know the voices were always there.
They told me not to tell my secrets because they’ll be used against me…
… but they also told me they’d never let me go even though they promised. I guess the voices were right - I should have never told…
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
Lord, it's me, Callie Dee
You must think I'm REALLY strong
I'm not sure I can handle all of this
But, I hope you prove me wrong
Sometimes things get the best of me, Father
And I just don't know what to do
I just have to sit and be still, Lord
And always look towards you
We're all poor, broken, sinners
In this world, looking for love
I already know, no greater love
than that from above
I have lacked no good thing, Father
Since the day I sought your face
And Oh! The chills just thinking
Of Your never ending grace!!
It was the best thing I ever did
When I gave up and let You in
There was a battle for my soul, Father
How could I NOT let you win?
Sometimes I need reminding
Of where I've gone and who I've been
Then I'm overwhelmed by your blessings
I mean, where do I begin?
First, You sent Your Son, Jesus
Who died for ALL of our sins
The night I tried to take my life, Father
You didn't let Satan win.
My three beautiful children
Let's not forget about them.
I could write forever of Your blessings
The list would never end!
So, when I start feeling like Job
I already know what to do
Never cease to sing Your praise
After all, I was made for you
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
Skin pinkish red
A sparse covering of dark hair
Dark little eyes
Tender lips that turn upright in a smile
Little fingers that can barely wrap around the tip of grandpas
Cheeks as soft as a cottonball
A face of indescribable beauty
Spending the day sleeping in peaceful rest
This is Callie .
Born at 4:07 PM
Jan 12,2016
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
Part I
***Why did you die?
Why did you heave your last sigh?
Didn't you know I loved you?
Why then did you make me feel so sad and blue?
I love you dearly,
Can't you see that clearly?
I wish you were here on my bed,
Instead of buried in a tea box. . . Dead.***
~Marian~
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 12:02 PM UTC
She's lying on an old gray rug beside the kitchen table
Head gently resting on her paws,
Eyes watching me by the kitchen door.
"No tail wag this morning?"
I ask, and move to kneel beside my Callie,
Lay a gentle hand on her curly brow,
A pat for my old friend,
Who lifts her head and sets her quiet jaw upon my arm.
Standard poodles seldom sit for long,
But Callie's been here all night now for near a month...
Stays motionless, except her eyes and lifted head.
This morning my old friend attempts to rise...
She shakes a little and I see the sadness in her eyes.
A thousand times we've left together,
Headed to the barn in any weather;
She's ridden shotgun on the pickup seat,
And shared the ride and anything I had to eat.
The suture's long and tight along the leg.
The tumor's gone, but cancer has a way
Of reappearing in another place
In old dogs and old men tiring in their race
Against the gods of time and space.
"I'll be back soon, old girl," I say
And rise to start the choring day,
And Callie, good girl that she is,
Attempts to follow to the door,
Until my wife arrives to lead her
Back to her warm spot beside the table.
Mortality and love are on my mind
As the bitter January wind hits hard.
The cows are bawling at the barn,
And I have tanks of ice to break,
And buckets full of feed to haul...
Must be the dust that hurts me after all these years,
Or else I can't account for all these tears.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
A little life with
Works and schemes
And white hairs strangled in the snow
Feathers more than choked I hope,
Well oh **** help me...
Let me go?
Snow Callie.
One Callie
Cally-in-the-Spring.
That's maybe what they'd call you
Based on what your life could bring.
So many names invented
Based on hedgerows where you hide
Tell me you're not lurking there
- or tell me you're alive -
Don't. I see you Em, and Em and maybe all besides
I see you smile sadly and the lonely long low tides
The waves crash on; I think I know - I see the way she smuggles much
I know she smuggles something and yet never quite enough
Break rocks and snap her feathers
but maybe do not curl her
locks
For I know she's taking notes and her world will be made of rocks.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
Callie, Oh Marian's Callie,
You Lived A Great Life,
A Life So Great That Only A Few Manage.
Callie, Oh Marian's Callie,
You Were A Great Pet,
A Pet So Great That Inspire Poems About Them.
Callie, Oh Marian's Callie,
Hope You Are In Peace,
If Not So, Let Peace Be Upon Your Sweet Purrs.
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 12:20 PM UTC
A pretty smile she had
hair black and wavey
She liked to tell us stories
about a snake crawling
through a hole under the
bed.
She seem to always be
happy whenever we came
to town. She convinced me
talking about that snake I
found it very hard to lay
my head down.
I often wondered if it was
her own private joke just to
see what I would do. I loved
going to Mississippi to show
that I loved her too.
Miss Callie Mae was a joy
to me, each and every time
It was something very, very
specical about this lady
who was a grandmother
of mine.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
*Callie was a dishwasher who wrote
beautiful songs , she was sowed in
good earth but never watered , a bad tooth , a hard smile
and a ****** up father , a grinding job ,
unable to truly foster , a miraculous musical
mind but everyone wants the next Lady Gaga ,
big breast , 'the perfect ass' , hollow music
with the same beat , someone acting 'street',
someone with Hollywood teeth that'll drop
their pants in a second for all to see , someone that
wants to save the whales above everything else taking
pre-planned questions on Good Morning America ,
a hired hand for the Corporate Gestapo , a Barbie doll
with a low IQ , a jaded view , a politically correct jewel
devoid of true , independent view
There's a Callie waiting to touch our soul if we could -
close our eyes and let the music assume control* ...
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC
i still
*******
love you.
after everything
you put me through
how could i say that?
i thought you were
well.. different.
but you were an
*******
just like every guy
ive ever loved.
i hope the next girl
knows about
your anger,
your jealousy,
your hate.
i also hope she
smiles just as big
as i always did
everytime you call her
beautiful,
gorgeous,
yours.
im sorry we put
as much pain on eachother
as we did.
i love you.
sincerely yours,
callie
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
A maiden
of Cypress
she in
a coupe
devill found
her lot
on the
freeway with
me but
on the
week-end we
tour up
the coast
and while
Pygmalion scored
a hit
on tv.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 7:27 PM UTC
I’ll never forget that first glance not long after you were born
You were huddling in the straw at the back of the barn to try to stay warm
Your eyes were barely open and you could not make a sound
The first time I picked you up in my arms, my feelings were profound
I instantly loved you and you instantly loved me
That unexpected discovery was really meant to be
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
Shakespeare once said in his sonnets of love "may I compare thee to a summer's day?"
I want to go even farther and compare you to a winter's night
Who's chilly winds scare some away
However some adventures like me challenge those winds and find you
With your greater then life actions you made me take a chance and challenge fate
I promise you one day I'll take this amazing girl on a date
And when I see the snow covered mountain tops Flow
I just want you to know I love you so
-Dominguez 2018
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
Retrograde Monday
Irregular conversation; distressed axis
Sunlight riveting autumn leaves
Dance out of step, distract us
Shaky shapes of the holy mother
Church lips; sin-tinted sigh
Only a God could love her
Hedyloidea: a caught butterfly
Of Slink, sinew, childhood rhymes
Hers a pressed smile, run by Time
The Stations await, the cattle call
Shuffle on soot planet, entrails et al
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
I always hate it when someone I count on gets promoted out of my everyday life. Nothing bathes one in neoteny like being left behind by someone off to college.
One morning they’re with you, the next, they’ve departed - dropping away, like Icarus, into those freer, more exciting, college seas. Callie did that - it wasn’t her fault, exactly, that she was two years older.
I’m a vampire for her tales of sordid doings and it was fun telling her my everything so she could laugh at my mistakes. I’ve really missed her coaching - between my every romantic play.
Sometimes I’d pause in my studies or practice - those seemingly slow motion choreographies that'll lead to MY future - to glance across our joined yards where I can see her window.
I’d hope to see a light - like she broke camp, escaped her quarantine and somehow made it home - like the moon stepping out from behind the clouds.
Jul 23, 2021
Jul 23, 2021 at 3:35 PM UTC
callie
She was sunshine with a smirk.
She was a sunny day but you can see a hint of thunder in her sky.
kama
You are a pathological liar.
You spin stories like cotton candy.
But your deception is not as sweet as you believe it to be.
rita
If you could just, you know
******* talk to me)
We would be so much better
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 11:36 PM UTC