We have reached it The stepping stone Our future is all that awaits us And our future is all that scares us I know this is frightening I am quivering just as you Yet way deep down When I look at you I know our…

When you were a little girl you had no quarrels with the world. Life seemed so much simpler then in the warm embrace of family and friends. But over time life disappointed. The truth you’d known became disjointed. The trust you’d had had been betrayed…

He stays up with me. Can I rub your hands, Gramma? You are almost there.

Tyson (Yes, he was a Boxer!)   My gentle giant, Ninety pounds of fun and fur, You kept me laughing. Your silly smile soothed my soul. You left pawprints on my heart.                          …

Would that I could become my own totem, a fantastical blend of all traits I admire in one creature, new to the earth. I would have the stoicism and steadfast strength of the bear, shuffling through my days safe in the certainty that none would…

When the mother lion gave birth to a cub She pampered him in every possible way She gave him food, shelder every passing day Then the time came and she taught him to hunt So he can do whatever he feels She taught him that…

Because I am a keener and because I am ready to fall over,  I have decided to pull two prompts together – I am replying to an earlier poem in this one about an animal that I have mentioned earlier.   animkiig   I have…

His majesty incomparable. He,is a paragon of musculinity, but is tender with unfailing fidelity. He breaks the stereotypes, the ethereal black superiority, Elephant. But,what does he think? Little do we think. He dreams, of violent trumpets, of a muddy bath, of caring their calves, of…

touch me please me my happy ever after   lusty sinner dripping wet blood~   crying for love soft and swollen   heart broken never felt this high screaming through the night   Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon

The night has become a blanket of quiet A quilt of solitude Cat sits next to me Tail swishing A warning perhaps He assists this poetry drivel By batting my fingers When they dance across the keyboard I have insulted him with a kiss Degraded…