Poetry

 

From: "PupRhymes Wolfpack"

All ye pups lets gather round
to hear a tale without a sound
About a woman from down below
Where reefs are coral and it does not snow
One day while watching her T.V.
She said that's not the way it should be
So to her Puter she ran without a blink
For in her mind she began to think
The words flowed like sweet red wine
And grew and expanded with the passing of time
Till the season ended and she was at a loss
but not for long for the winds they tossed
Her into a spiral that created a storm
A mental compiling and then it was gone
It mellowed itself like the waters of time
But her stories flowed better than this simple rhyme
We gathered together singing praises and more
To the Goddess Bard who had much more in store
She filled us with memories that we'll treasure for all time
At least I Know that I'll treasure mine
Listing all things that make us who we are
We've gathered together from near and from far
Some are creative with their stories to tell
Some are mischievous with BS to sell
Some are quiet and never make a sound
And some hardly ever come around
But still we stand strong a wolfpack with pride
Hang on ya'll...for a hell of a ride!
Join us and finally for yourself understand
We were created and bonded a Wolfpack Of Friends!

PupRhymes

 

ODE TO MISSY
Missy sees the finished thing, before the start is written;
with Dar and Kerry, we pups are smitten.

On a bleak and barren monitor, nothing there to see,
Is but a place where very soon her images will be.

Her imagination brings us to laughter and to tears.
There is nothing dull or commonplace that in her prose appears.

The stories that she builds where friends become so real,
Are but a sketch in Missy's head:  surreal!

She imagines the gleam in Kerry's pale green eyes;
As they traverse the length of Dar's silky thighs.

She sees the island where they'll romp in love,
Hot tub cuddling, moonlight above.

She sees the beauty that will be, as the "voices" lead the way.
The blueprints in her mind, only she can see.
Beyond life's care and trials, Missy's cherished updates---
Show us, bit by bit, the joy that Love can be.
 
By Judith
    ~with a little help from~
    Rose Marie

{Disclaimer: No long dead poets were harmed during the partial
plagiarism of olde obscure poems.}