"spca" poems
Though it is such a beautiful pristine night, puffy fluffy sky
a pelican had soaked spaghetti like limbs mangled and dangled
thrusting thyself forward to comfortably drown in wet frozen crystals
[I am a life I am blinking] Your feathers were flapping frosted and numbed
Oh I bet the water was stinging yet pleasing - 656 55 3-4 the elderly woman said
her kind soul with a phone number for SPCA wildlife rescue and rehabilitation
the pelican is near death, I divulged with envy for that wave drowning you in warmth
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
I don't have pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.
I'll stay away from Yellowstone.
If one's asthmatic in the Eifel region
You don't pronounce the "P."
This won't **** me.
I don't have COPD.
Everyone coughs in blue smoke.
My throaty itch won't **** me.
I won't constrict and choke.
I don't have an infectious disease,
Despite my personality.
I run for shelter in acid rain.
I drink water with ice cubes,
And spray my green out back.
As much as I hate to, I avoid rusty nails.
*** is safe... and at a distance.
Despite being repeatedly told to,
I never eat ****
The great imitator
Is a snivelling mime.
If I'm bitten, I recognize the marks.
The erupting of the ring of fire won't **** me,
but perhaps I was precocious
To drop the "P" in
Pneumonoultramicroscopicscilicovolcanoconiosis.
I haven't succumb to animal flues,
I stay clear from the bars.
I donate to the SPCA,
Bet on ponies or the odds of SARS.
I don't have meningitis.
I like lights and loud music.
If I get the night sweats,
I turn down my electric blanket.
I haven't the minor or greater pox,
I spurn comparisons.
According to the scoop and scope,
I ascend and descent C free.
But the time spent on Referrals
Might be the death of me.
I don't have botulism.
My smile still concaves down.
Curling convex above it,
A condescending frown.
I'm not a *****
I feel every poke and like.
My digits number twenty...
Twenty one.
My glasses are smudge free.
If anything I see too well.
Alcoholism can't **** me.
Alcohol can.
I haven't cardio entropy,
But I'd be remiss
To dismiss
The wise counsel Oz gave me:
"Hearts can never be made practical until they can be made unbreakable."
So true.
So true!
Anyway, none of the above will get me.
But, I do have what you have.
The young and grown.
The able and ill.
A hand.
A sweeping hand.
A second hand
Setting those infectious nonogerms
Like diamonds
In my Time-x.
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
There's a cat in the rafters. I really want to get him out. I heard a meow from the closet and it wasn't one of mine. I am entirely compelled to draw him down, as I can hear the commotion from the aluminum vents, but I know it would only cause disturbance to our own two pets.
This is really killing me, like a dog watching a squirrel from under a tree, I have never passed up a chance to grab a cat, like a gambler who's never passed up a bet. I could easily get him down, cats come to me. I could lure him with the birdie and drive him to the SPCA where he'd find himself a cozy, insulated lock slot for the night. But, on the other hand there may be some poor boy or girl attempting to coax their precious pet as I was not too long ago.
There, I've put in my ear plugs and made sure the closet door is shut. I sure hope the poor, little feller finds his way out!
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
A dog shouldn't spend it's life in a cage,
Where even a week can feel like an age.
Sad and alone, not knowing when it will end,
Wishing and hoping for a new human friend.
But thanks to every volunteer's donated time,
And every donators dollar, cent or dime,
A new life is given to each beautiful pooch,
A new family to love, cuddle and smooch.
So thank you to everyone, your kindness is rare,
We thank you so much, for your help and your care.
~ Written for the Oahu SPCA
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 10:37 PM UTC
Vaguely I recalled
something crawling,
clawing its way into
the bed from the bottom
end.
I thought I was dreaming,
until it worked its way
up beside me.
I must have thought
it to be one of the
cats except they
were all dead.
In the morning
I awakened to something
scratching at my shoulder.
I slowly peeled back the
comforter to discover
a small sleeping possum
enjoying the warmth
of my bed.
My blood curdling scream
ushered him out of the room,
and yes, they can move
quickly.
Disappearing into another
of the bedrooms,
he could not be located.
Left with my fear, the indelible
sight of a long grey naked tail
and the inability to locate
the marauder,
I removed a pistol from the
safe, closed the door,
and went back to bed.
The next day after a fruitless search,
one have a heart trap was purchased,
bated with tuna fish.
In the morning, 2 am, wham;
one possum secured in cage.
Come daybreak a fussy but
unharmed possum was released
far from the house. I felt like
an SPCA chairperson. After all,
even possums deserve a second
chance.
-James C. Allen
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
I stare at those pages,
my mind wanders too,
a random thought.
Like dogs and puppies in cages,
one man did not know what he had to do,
so the SPCA changed what he had wrought.
I read the words on the page, but it takes ages,
Reading and re-reading two times two,
Drifting to shopping earlier that day, what had I bought?
I know, I remember, now, 6 dark bars of chocolate, with my wages,
Some cheap, a sale, some fine quality, still, I did not know what to do,
about the puppy mill, so yes, I finished reading, ate what my craving sought,
Am I that shallow or should I rage,
about defenceless dogs hoping that man gets his due,
Or gather my vice and read my book, whether I see the the words or not?
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 2:22 AM UTC
I was planning to write something poetic and heart felt
But I'm far too tired,
I need some rest.
You were just over a year and a half old,
Still a pup.
But you bit someone two days ago,
It's not your fault.
You had a rough up bringing
Till you were taken away
From that man
And given to the SPCA.
Where you eventually met us,
Your new family.
You had trust issues.
Dogs,
Cat,
And any other animal were fine.
You were just afraid and defensive
When it came to other people.
There were only two others,
Apart from the three of us,
That you wouldn't
Bark at,
Growl at
Or jump at.
What'd he do to you?
No one knows,
I guess we'll never know.
Your brothers and sisters
Had to be put down for the same reason.
You were seen as dangerous dogs
Who could be a threat.
The man from dog control said you were just an accident waiting to happen.
But he didn't know you
Like we do.
He didn't see you being
Smacked in the face by our cat
(He can be mean sometimes)
And just walking off with a wagging tail.
He didn't see how excited you were when someone played with you,
He didn't see how mellow and relaxed you were
When one of us cuddled you or pulled you into our arms.
He didn't see anything.
All he saw was a dog protecting
His house,
His family,
The cats and people he loved
When there was
No sign of a threat.
Burnie, it's not your fault
That the man who
Previously owned you
Isolated you
And treated you and your siblings
In a bad way.
It's not your fault you were scarred for life.
It's ok,
Your brothers and sisters
Have their baby brother back now.
I saw you for who you truly were
And I loved you.
This just isn't fair...
Good bye Burnie.
l.v.s
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC
I have dog senses when it comes to people's feelings. I'm very aware of people possessing pain around me. when I talk to someone resignation in pain I yield to them. because my senses can tell me the direction and the quantity of pain but never why. I never know if this person is the pain receiver or the pain sender, but sometimes pain's weight is so heavy I break to it and let my young pup heart attend to it like a vet. when identifying what pain this person posses I either prepare to fetch a solution or my number for them because maybe they just need to adopt me into their life but if they are a pain sender, I find an exit. I know how our commercials end and I'd rather choose to be Iams dog than another SPCA survivor.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
I used to be a good boy, I was the happiest puppy around.
Then my human left me, it was a while till I was found.
I was so loved when I was little, they played with me all day.
But as I got bigger, I was always in their way.
We went for a drive one morning, we drove so long and so far.
But when we stopped, only I got out the car.
They drove away and left me, I didn’t understand.
I thought we were going to the beach, to play in the sand.
I waited and I waited... But my human didn’t return.
Realising you’ve been abandoned is such a sad fact to learn.
I don’t know what I did wrong or why I wasn’t wanted any more.
After a while struggling on my own, I was found skinny and sore.
I was taken to the Oahu SPCA, I was nervous and scared.
But the humans were so nice. They smiled and truly cared.
They helped me forget being left in the dirt and the dust.
They showed me compassion and built up my trust.
They even found me a new family to call my own.
They won’t ever leave me, I finally have my forever home.
I’ve never been so content, I was lost and now I’m found.
I am a good boy, I am the happiest dog around.
Save A Life.
Adopt. Don’t shop.
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 12:29 PM UTC
Something about the smooth , slink, bounce of a cat.
she looks at me with this gentle smile, one blink, I have
decided it meant hello! the gentle **** on the side of my
head , means I Love You! NOW feed me.
Sometimes , I wish I were a cat. You Know living in a house
where my owners Love me, give me toys, but most , the feel
of Love and Security. I would see the things on the box that
has pictures of cats like me, but their sad, and have no food.
I would wish I could get my humans to give where we could
help the others.
I think I will stay human, and just give the Love ,and security
to the blessing I have. To me , they are not cats, but a person
that gives nothing but love and security. we give food and
blankets to SPCA so they will get a feel of what a home might
feel like. MEOW! which means see you later.
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC