In fields of green, under skies so wide and blue,
Two little pups, in a joyful rendezvous.
Charlie and Benny, brothers in heart,
Months away, yet never truly apart.
February's chill, since last they played,
Six hours away, their paths had strayed.
But today, oh joy, the wait does end,
With wagging tails, and love to send.
Charlie, ours, with eyes so bright,
Benny, hers, a joyful sight.
Paws entwine, in a furry embrace,
A picture of love, time cannot erase.
Still just pups, but their bond's so deep,
Memories cherished, forever to keep.
A hug that speaks more than words could ever,
A promise of friendship, breaking never.
So here they are, under the sun's gentle tether,
Charlie and Benny, together forever.
In every bark, and every nuzzle so tender,
A story of love, they'll always remember.
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MarkWaldrop
I wasn't ready then, I'm ready now,
Through time's vast expanse, I've learned how.
A journey long, with trials strewn,
To find myself, to be immune.
I'm heading straight for you, no delay,
Through storm and calm, I find my way.
A compass set, my heart's true guide,
In you, my love, I now confide.
You will only be, eternally,
The beacon bright, in dark, I see.
In every dream, in every song,
With you, my heart, is where I belong.
The one that I belong to, it's clear,
Through every laugh, and every tear.
A bond so deep, it transcends time,
In every verse, in every rhyme.
So here I stand, with an open heart
Surrendering to your love never to part
I wasn't ready then, but now it's true,
I'm ready now, I belong to you.
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MarkWaldrop
In lands so vast, beneath skies so wide,
Where dreams awaken and freedoms reside.
"God Bless America," we humbly plead,
In every whisper, in every deed.
American souls, so brave, so bold,
Crafting futures from the mold.
Blessed by God, on this path we trod,
Seeking justice, under His watchful nod.
From mountains majestic to oceans deep,
Across the plains, where the wheat fields sweep.
God's grace upon this land does shower,
Gifting strength, resilience, and power.
American spirit, fierce and free,
A beacon of hope, for all to see.
Blessed be God, in His glory and might,
Guiding us through, day and night.
"American Bless God," with grateful hearts,
For liberty and peace, in all our parts.
Together we stand, united, strong,
In God's grace, where we all belong.
May this land, under God's divine,
Forever in freedom and unity shine.
Bless America, land so grand,
Held and cherished, in His loving hand.
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MarkWaldrop
In the tapestry of time, my age is but a thread,
Woven into patterns, where my thoughts and dreams are spread.
Not the count of years, nor the lines upon my skin,
But the age of my ideas, where youth and wisdom begin.
For thoughts can be as ancient as the oldest star in night,
Or fresh as morning dew under the newborn light.
They dance between the epochs, in whispers and in roars,
Journeying through the ages, opening countless doors.
In my mind, I've walked with Plato, under Athens' sunlit skies,
And pondered with the poets, where the heart of passion lies.
I've dreamed of future worlds, where peace and love prevail,
And innovation's sails are set, with hope as the wind to sail.
It's not the years that weigh me down, or the pace at which they go,
But the freshness of my thoughts, that keeps my spirit aglow.
For as long as curiosity's fire burns bright and clear,
I am ageless, boundless, far beyond a mere year.
So let the calendar mark time, in its relentless, steady trot,
I measure life by the vibrance of the thoughts that I have got.
For it's not how old I am, in the years that I've accrued,
But the age of my thoughts, in their multitude.
March 8, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the gentle whisper of the wind, in the quiet of the dawn,
Lies a question profound, on why our hearts are drawn
To creatures great and small, with spirits free and wild,
Why must we love them so, each beast, each pet, each child?
Because they give us all, without a single demand,
Their presence, a silent gift, in life's shifting sand.
Defenseless against our might, yet they bear us no ill,
In their innocence and trust, our better selves they instill.
Eternal children, they roam, in fields of endless green,
Unmarked by hate or war, a purity unseen.
They know not of wealth or greed, for them it holds no charm,
A shelter from the storm's cold, the only balm.
With eyes that speak volumes, in silence, they convey
Emotions deep and true, in a most unassuming way.
Their gaze, untouched by malice, reflects a soul so pure,
A lesson in being, from which we could learn more.
Free from envy, free from spite, their spirits soar and dive,
In forgiveness, they abound, teaching us to thrive.
Loyalty and fidelity, in their love, we find,
A constancy so rare, a treasure undefined.
They seek not lavish quarters, nor comforts wrought by gold,
Their happiness in simple things, a sight to behold.
Love, they do not purchase, for it's not theirs to buy,
In patient hope, they wait, under the vast, open sky.
Companions true, friends to the end, through every trial, every test,
In their presence, we find peace, in their love, we are blessed.
Alive, so vibrantly alive, in every breath, every mirth,
Their existence, a mosaic, of unquantifiable worth.
For all these reasons and more, their love we must return,
In caring for them, in kind, a greater love we learn.
Closer to the divine, through their unconditional embrace,
In loving them, we find grace, a reflection of God's own face.
March 7, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
Home is where the anchor drops, in seas calm or wild,
A haven safe, a heart's embrace, for every man, woman, and child.
Not just a place, but a feeling, deep and profound,
Where love and laughter, hope and dreams, abundantly abound.
It's not the walls that shelter, nor the roof that stands above,
But the souls within, who share and care, and fill the space with love.
Home is where the anchor drops, through storms or sunny weather,
Binding us together, a tether, holding us forever.
In the heart of home, the hearth burns bright, a beacon in the night,
Guiding us back, through darkness or light, to where everything is right.
Where memories are made, and stories told, of days both new and old,
A treasure chest of moments, more precious than gold.
Home is not a destination, but a journey, ever true,
A place to grow, to rest, to be, a shelter through and through.
Where the anchor drops, there roots entwine, in soil rich and deep,
A sanctuary for the soul, where love does keep.
So here's to home, where the anchor falls, in waters still or blue,
A constant in the changing tides, a refuge, old and new.
May we always find our way back, across the vast, uncharted sea,
To where the heart is anchored, where we are meant to be.
March 7, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In the heart of our home, where the warmth nestles near,
A pillow proclaims, with a message clear.
Not just fabric and fluff, but a throne for our peer,
"Move over," it says, "the cat lies here."
This cushion, a kingdom, for our feline dear,
A realm where they reign, without any fear.
A spot so sacred, the rules are severe,
"Move over," it whispers, "the cat's comfort is premier."
Beneath the sun's rays, or the moon's soft veneer,
This pillow holds stories, memories we revere.
In its fibers and threads, love's woven tier by tier,
Marking the spot where the cat draws near.
Here, in this haven, the message is sheer,
A declaration of love, loud and clear.
For our whiskered companion, we cheer,
"Move over," the pillow says, "for the cat lies here."
In this cozy corner, where the cat commandeers,
We find joy and laughter, year after year.
So let it be known, far and near,
"Move over," the pillow declares, "our heart's pioneer."
March 6, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
In a world that stretches wide and far,
My loyal dog, a guiding star,
He looks out the window, a steadfast gaze,
Lost in the beauty of the trees' maze.
For hours on end, he stands so still,
Watching life unfold at the windowsill.
Every motion, every fluttering leaf,
Brings him excitement, a joyful belief.
He shakes, he barks, with all his might,
A guardian through the day, a sentinel at night.
Then silence falls, he's calm once more,
Gazing at the world he seems to adore.
I wonder, in his silent watch, what does he see?
A world beyond our grasp, a secret key?
Protecting me, with unwavering faith,
His presence a shield, a powerful wraith.
Against all evil, he stands so brave,
Ensuring my safety, the path he paves.
With him by my side, I fear no fray,
Safe and sound, night and day.
In his eyes, a world unseen,
A bond unspoken, forever keen.
My dog, my friend, through thick and thin,
Together we face what lies within.
March 6, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
The Dog Sits Here
In a cozy nook of our home, where sunlight softly peers,
Lies a cushion, not just any, but where the dog commandeers.
A simple pillow, it might seem, to uninformed eyes,
But it holds a declaration, a claim that implies:
"Move over," it whispers, with embroidered cheer,
"This spot is reserved, for the dog sits here."
Not just a spot for resting, but a throne, it's clear,
For our furry friend, whom we hold so dear.
Here, amidst the laughter, the joy, and the tears,
Through seasons and moments, through hopes and fears,
This pillow stands sentinel, year by year,
A symbol of love, for our canine peer.
So let the world know, as we hold them near,
That this isn't just any place, it's where the dog steers.
In this corner of comfort, without any jeer,
"Move over," the pillow says, "the dog sits here."
March 6, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
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In the realm of whispers, shadows cast,
I stand, a Pitbull, holding fast.
Misjudged by many, known by few,
A fighter in a battle that grew.
Not in the rings of rage and roar,
But in the silence of my core.
A foe unseen, a harsher war,
Cancer, the shadow at my door.
With every breath, a battle cry,
Under the quiet, starlit sky.
Strength not in jaws or fearsome might,
But in each day I rise to fight.
And so I stood, with heart aflame,
Against a foe that many name.
Through pain and fear, my spirit soared,
In battles not chosen, but never ignored.
The only fight I've ever known,
Was one that chilled to the bone.
Yet here I stand, beneath the sun,
A warrior's tale, bravely won.
I am a Pitbull, hear my call,
Not in arenas, but life's hall.
A survivor, in every sense,
My victory, my recompense.
March 6, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop
