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Randy Johnson Jul 2020
You were without doubt the best dog I've ever had.
Your death has broken my heart and I'm very sad.
When I named you Agnes, I named you after my late mother.
I was your owner and you and I had a lot of love for one another.
You were a Chihuahua and you were an Applehead.
It tore me up when I learned that you were dead.
You were pretty with dark brown fur and you were small.
You weren't just a dog, you were also  my baby doll.
I owned you for almost seven wonderful years.
I found you dead in my kitchen and it drove me to tears.
What I'm about to say is no lie, it's one hunded percent true.
You were my baby doll and your Daddy will always love you.
DEDICATED TO AGNES (2011-2020) WHO PASSED AWAY ON JULY 11, 2020.
Geno Cattouse Oct 2013
Feline.
Mystery.
Intelligent. Composed.
Detrrmined.
I have seen that face before. In the awarak
Cafe colored beauties of the carib.
I would dearly love to sit and listen to your spirit. Eminate.


You my dear captivate my senses.an oblique beauty exudes.
To write you out filtered through my mind.
Knowing your ki your novelty would be.  Golden.
Your uniqueness  is  silky sand running through
The glass timer turned over.

But that would be
a washed up dritwood on the shore.
To wash away with the drag tide. To travel the oceans wide.
For another hunded years.

To see one like you again.
Unanounced. Sorry.
I am a man of many parts.
Diverse and stolid in one package.
Skin deep and well deep
Without and within.

What do those lovely cat's eyes see.
Pointed at me ?
A goodness I hope.
For that is what abides.

Lingers and bobbles on the tide.
Tell me please. What do those lovely feline senses feel
I am ruffled yet entranced.
Different.
Oblique.
Please speak.
Vic Jun 2019
A hundred days ago,
I decided it would be a good idea
To post a poem every day.
I thought I would give up after a week,
But now we're here,
Not having missed a single day
And it's been a hell of a ride.
Sadness, Anger, Happiness and love
A little part of my feelings every day.
Sometimes named,
Or not.
Sometimes a full poem,
Or a quick scribbled note.
They changed me a lot as a person,
And the way I'm seeing things.
It's been one of the best decisions I've made.
Ever.
I've met so many amazing people
And read so many amazing poems.
We have a hunded now,
But I'll see you when we reach
200, or imagine,
If we reached a year.
Wouldn't that be amazing.
Thank you for reading my poetry,
And supporting me whenever you could.
I love you guys.
bye
A "poem" every day.
Mya Jan 2019
Sometimes my heart
Feels so cold
Like a piece of metal that has been left in the snow
Sometimes my heart feels so heavy
Like a five hunded pound wieght
Sometimes my heart feels so tired
Like a teen sitting in a boring class for an hour
All the time my heart feels out of place
Like a giraffe left in the ocean
On land that was not ceded
Fair dinkum,
since it was not seeded

Why import black from the red, white and blue
We’ve got our own brand,
stamped with the kangaroo

DD Junior’s - made in 20-15
They’ve even gone and used,
the same old scream

And now we know there’s at least four-hunded-and-thirty-three more
But who is it,
bothering to keep score?

Stop all this yellin’ - the hollerin’ - the hootin’
And no matter what,
don’t even think about lootin’

No need to rise up - to fight for change
Just stay on your knee,
where we can keep you in range

It’ll work itself out,
don’t you know she’ll be right?
Words easy to mutter, when it won’t be your son tonight.
WIP including a title - Would love feedback gor improvement

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