The Pomerama
Presents.........Special Dog Poems
Rainbow Bridge Poem
Daddy's Hooked
Rainbow Bridge Poem, Another Version
Rainbow Bridge, Sequel
A Dog's Prayer
A Little Dog Angel
A Pets Prayer To St. Peter
I Am Famous Now
A Dog Sits Waiting
The Legend of Grace
Puddles Poem
Zoey (Ode to a Pom)
Run In Steps
In Loving Memory of Bear
Jenna and Her Soft Tummy
Brandy, Such a Fine Girl
Ode to Kabuki
My Gift To Jesus
Heaven's Doggy Door
Ode to the Bostons
Puppy Love
Just a Pug
In Memory Of....

Philbrook's Magnificent Starry Skies

Rainbow Bridge Poem

There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge, there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass. When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water, and warm Spring weather. Those old and frail animals are young again. Those who have been maimed are made whole again. They play all day with each other. But there is only one thing missing. They are not with their special person who loved them on earth. So, each day they run and play until the day comes when one suddenly stops playing and looks up. The nose twitches, the ears are up, the eyes are staring, and this one suddenly runs from the group. You have been seen, and when you and your special friend meet, you take him or her in your arms and embrace. Your face is kissed again and again and again and you look once more into the eyes of your trusting pet. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated.
Author unknown


Daddy's Hooked

He tells me I'm crazy, sometimes I'm nuts,
They're nothin' special, just plain 'ol mutts.

Yet he holds and he pets them and plays fetch with them too,
And when he's outside, they're on him like glue.

I get a big kick, when I watch them at play,
For he's their idol, he just makes their day.

They wait his arrival, from a long hard days' work,
Just to greet him and kiss him, and give a quick jerk.

On his pant leg they'll tug, or boot lace they'll chew,
To tell him they're ready to go fetch a few.

So to sum it all up, 'bout Dad and his stinkers,
I'd say he's caught, HOOK, LINE and SINKERS.

By Roxanne Collins

Rainbow Bridge Poem
Another Version

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, they go to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who have been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.
Author unknown

Rainbow Bridge, Sequel

Oh, when we get to Heaven
We hope that we will find
The Souls that once we loved,
Who left us all behind.
Some left us at the right time,
They left this world in peace.
Others left too sudden,
Without the chance to say Good-bye.
They were gone before we had the chance to even cry.
There's a special place for grownups,
A special place for kids;
Me, I'll be on the other side,
The side called Rainbow Bridge.
Across the dark green meadow,
A top the hills I'll run.
Where the colors from the Rainbow,
Glitter from the sun.
And there I'll find my sweetheart running fast toward me.
In my arms where he belongs FOR ALL ETERNITY.
By Jean McColgan

Submitted to the Pomerama by Ursula R.Taylor

A Dog's Prayer

Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshipper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest... and I will leave you knowing that with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
By Beth Norman Harris

Submitted by Dan Condon

A Little Dog Angel

High up in the courts of heaven today
A little dog-angel waits.

With the other angels he will not play.
But he sits alone at the gates;

"For I know that my master will come." says he:
"And when he comes, he will call for me."

He sees the spirits that pass him by
As they hasten toward the Throne.

And he watches them with a wistful eye
As he sits at the gates alone:

"But I know if I just wait patiently
That some day my master will come." says he.

And his master far on the earth below.
As he sits in his easy chair.

Forgets sometimes, and he whistles low
For the dog that is not there;

And the little dog-angel cocks his ears.
And dreams that his master's call he hears.

And I know, when at length his master waits
Outside in the dark and cold

For the hand of Death to open the gates
That lead to those courts of gold.

The little dog-angel's eager bark
Will comfort his soul in the shivering dark.

Author: Norah M. Holland

Submitted to the Pomerama by Ursula Taylor

A Pets Prayer To St. Peter

I have traveled so far to reach this Pearly Gate. But I do not want to wander beyond this place. I just need to rest for awhile for my friend, I wait.

Please let them know I love them still. Let them know that I understand what they did, they did with love. With my body gone, my spirit flew on the wing of a dove. To my Creators Heaven above.

Now I ask that I may wait. I will lay quietly by the gate.

For if I entered now without my friend. It wouldn't be Heaven at all...
Author unknown

Submitted to the Pomerama by Ursula Taylor

I Am Famous Now

I was born today. One of 10. My daddy was very famous. I have lots of half brothers and sisters. My mother is very famous. Since she got famous, she has only had puppies. No more loving hands, no more fun trips... just puppies. She is always sad when they leave her. I left home today. I didn't want to go, so I hid behind my mama and my three litter mates that were left. I didn't like you. But one day they said I would be famous. I wonder; is famous the same as fun and good times? So you picked me up and carried me away, even though you were concerned about me hiding from you. I don't think you liked me. My new home is far away. I am scared and afraid. My heart says BE BRAVE. My ancestors were. Did they go to good homes like mine? I'm hungry because I can't eat too much because it will be bad for my bones. I can't bite or snap when the children are mean to me. I just run and play and pretend I am in a big green field with butterflies and robins and frogs. I can't understand why they kick me. I am quiet, but the man hits and says loud things. The lady doesn't feed me good things like I had with my mother. She just throws dry food on the ground, then goes away before I can get too close for touching and petting. Sometimes my food smells bad but I eat it anyway. Today I had 10 puppies. They are so wonderful and warm. Am I famous now? I wish I could play with them, but they are so tiny. I am so young and playful that it is hard to lay here in this hole under the house nursing my puppies.. They are crying now. I am so hungry. I scratch and worry my fur. I wish someone would throw me some food. I am also very thirsty. I now have eight. Two got cold during the night and I couldn't make them warm again. They are gone. We are all very weak. Maybe if I take them out on the porch, we can get some food. Today they took us away. It was too much trouble to feed us and someone came to take us away. Someone grabbed my puppies, they were crying and whimpering. We were put in a truck with boxes in it. Are my babies famous now? I hope so, because I miss them. They are gone. The place smelled of urine, fear and sickness. Why was I here? I was beautiful, like my ancestors. Now I am hungry, dirty, in pain and unwanted. Maybe the worst is unwanted. No one came though I tried to be good. Today someone came. They put a rope on my neck and led me to a room that was very clean and had a shiny table. They put me on the table. Someone held me and hugged me. It felt so good!!! Then I felt tired and laid over the last one who cared. I AM FAMOUS NOW. Today someone cared.
Anonymous -- Author Unknown

A Dog Sits Waiting

A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun
Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.

He's been here for days now with nothing to do
But sit by the road, waiting for you.

He can't understand why you left him that day.
He thought you and he were stopping to play.

He's sure you'll come back, and that's why he stays
How long will he suffer? How many more days?

His legs have grown weak, his throat is parched and dry.
He's sick now from hunger, and falls with a sigh.

He lays down his head and closes his eyes.
I wish you all could see how a waiting dog dies.

by Kathy Flood

Submitted to the Pomerama by Ursula Taylor

The Legend of Grace
An Old Indian Legend

"There is an old, old legend of how it came to be, that dog forsook the wild to dwell with folks like you and me.

Now man and beast they lived on a common bit of earth. Each specie thought the other of very little worth.

One day there was a rumble, the earth began to quake. It gave a mighty shudder, and then began to break.

A crack began to widen between the beasts and man. Some watched the crevasse deepen, but most just turned and ran.

Now dog surveyed the distance, and man beheld it too. Between them sprang a yearning, a feeling strange and new.

Then each one begged the other to make the fateful leap. Yet each one dreaded jumping a crack so wide and deep.

So dog compelled his courage, and told man he would try. He eyed the fatal distance, for if he failed, he'd die.

Then dog prepared to jump across, his courage had decided. That if he could but make the jump, they'd no more be divided.

His muscles bunched beneath him; his body left the ground. The wind raced past his muzzle; his heart began to pound.

His senses sought the purchase of land beneath his feet. At last-his forepaws met the ground, his mission was complete!

No! His hind feet have slipped and he's falling off the side! His gallant farewell look said, "At least, new friend, I tried."

With disbelieving glance, man beheld his falling friend. He wouldn't let it happen; it couldn't be the end!

Then flesh smote air in searching and hand met paw and fur. Then man pulled dog to safety as heart to heart they were.

Man called and dog responded, and though the gulf was wide. Man gained the loyal canine, forever by his side."

by Klea V. Stilwell

Submitted to the Pomerama by Ursula Taylor

Puddles Poem

There is a puddle on the floor
'Tis plain for all to see.
Now, is that puddle H20,
Or is it K9P?

from Northstar Dalmatians in Coastal Southern California -

Submitted to the Pomerama by Ursula Taylor

Ode to a Pom

Sweet, Sensitive, Super, My Zoey is all of those.
Sometimes she's sweet, sometimes she's not.
But no matter what, she will always be the best dog.
She is everything rolled into one little dog.
I love Zoey and I always will.
She isn't perfect, but no one is.
Zoey is the best.

By Laureen Vallandingham

Run in Steps

She sits there waiting at the end of the Hall,
Just waiting for someone to make the call,
Then some little boy called the name,
Then she stomped her little paws without any shame,
She stomped them fast and went to a run,
The little boy thought she must be having fun,
It was funny and fast,
And forever it would last.

By Nicole Marie Smith

In Loving Memory of Bear

There was a pretty Pom whose name was Bear,
I never quite told my wife just how much I cared.

But now that she's gone I'm experiencing a tremendous loss,
This dog was the "ALFA" even though she knew I was the boss.

She was a very important part of my everyday life,
Viewed as a family member with her daughter Cookie and my wife.

I miss her so much because of what she meant,
Always came back no matter how bad I'd vent.

She gave me something called "unconditional love",
A feeling I'll miss now that she's in the heaven above.

Some people can't understand why a dog would mean this much,
It's because Bear occupied a part of my heart that no one ever touched.

Even though it was my wife who had Bear for fourteen years,
Her loss has caused me to shed a thousand painful tears.

You see Bear was twelve years young when my wife and I got married,
So we didn't have a lot of time together before our dog was buried.

I'm thankful for the time we had and the memories of our time together,
Bear is in my heart now and it is there she'll be forever.

By Steven Rosenthal


Jenna and Her Soft Tummy

Jenna slowly jumps onto the bed...
Lays on her back and pretends that she is dead...
She will lay there until you wake up and waits for her tummy to be rubbed.
Once you love her with all of your affection,
Jenna will lick you with lots of attention.

By Alisa R. Dale


Brandy, such a fine girl!

I have a fluffy doggy in mind her owners call her "Brandy".
She likes to greet you at the door and makes you feel so dandy!
Even with her doggy breath it's nice to have her near,
with Brandy sleeping on your bed all burglers should stay clear!
This groovy little doggy does many nifty tricks (no lie!)
She stands on two legs, pretends to beg, Brandy can even FLY!
Her coat is very bushy, which makes for a squishy tooshy
that nobody can resist.
I love this doggy with all my heart and thank God - she does exist!

By Auntie Marti


Ode to Kabuki

First it was Spring, then it was Summer.
Then it was Fall, a whole lot funner.
Then it was Christmas Eve, time for the tree.
But Kabuki walked up to it and decided to pee.
Now the branches are brown and hanging low.
Kabuki dealt it a terrible blow.
Out of the house on Christmas morn.
Our tree is dead, tattered, and torn.

By The Wantland Family
In loving memory of Kabuki, our pug.


My Gift to Jesus

I wish someone had given little Jesus a dog
as loyal and loving as mine
to sleep by His manger and gaze in His eyes
and adore Him for being devine.

As our Lord grew to manhood, His own faithful dog
would have followed Him through the day
while He preached to the crowds and made the sick well
and knelt in the Garden to pray.

It is sad to remember that Christ went away
to face death alone and apart
with no tender dog following behind
to comfort its Master's heart.

And when Jesus rose that Easter morn,
how happy He would have been
as His dog kissed His hand and barked it's delight
for the One who died for all men!

Well, the Lord has a dog now: I just sent Him mine,
the old pal so dear to me,
And I smile through my tears on this first day alone,
knowing they're in eternity

By Jane L. Sears

Submitted by Morgan Whitcher, Yogi Bear and the White Guys: Hunny Bear and Paddy


Heaven's Doggy Door

My best friend closed his eyes last night,
As his head was in my hand.
The doctors said he was in pain,
And it was hard for him to stand.

The thoughts that scurried through my head,
As I cradled him in my arms,
Were of his younger puppy years,
And Oh...his many charms.

Today there was no gentle nudge
With an intense "I love you gaze",
Only a heart that's filled with tears
Remembering our joy filled days.

But an Angel just appeared to me,
And he said, "You should cry no more,
GOD also loves our canine friends,
HE's installed a doggy door!"

Author Unknown

Submitted by Morgan Whitcher, Yogi Bear and the White Guys: Hunny Bear and Paddy


Ode To The Bostons

I knew a little dog
His name was Beau.
Every time I saw him,
He had to go!

I have a female dog
Whose name is Misha
And when we are apart
I sure do miss ya!

Our family owned a dog
Whose name was Rocky.
She was very cute
And very cocky!

We also owned a dog
We called Prince Rudie,
His little neck would arch-
He appeared quite snooty!

Lani was the sweetest dog
That one could ever know
That's because her daddy
Was our old Champion Beau!

Written by Carolyn (Herzog) Pyzynski



The spearman heard the bugle sound,
And cheerily smiled the morn;
And many a brach, and many a hound
Obeyed Llewelyn’s horn.

And still he blew a louder blast,
And gave a lustier cheer,
‘Come, Gêlert, come, wert never last
Llewelyn’s horn to hear.

‘O where does faithful Gêlert roam,
The flower of all his race;
So true, so brave - a lamb at home,
A lion in the chase?’

In sooth, he was a peerless hound,
The gift of royal John;
But now no Gêlert could be found,
And all the chase rode on.

That day Llewelyn little loved,
The chase of hart and hare;
And scant and small the booty proved,
For Gêlert was not there.

Unpleased, Llewelyn homeward hied,
When, near the portal seat,
His truant Gêlert he espied,
Bounding his lord to greet.

But, when he gained his castle-door,
Aghast the cheiftain stood;
The hound all o’er was smeared with gore;
His lips, his fangs, ran blood.

Llewelyn gazed with fierce surprise;
Unused such lookd to meet,
His favourite checked his joyful guise,
And crouched, and licked his feet.

Onward, in haste, Llewelyn passed,
And on went Gêlert too;
And still, where’er his eyes he cast,
Fresh blood-gouts shocked his view.

O’erturned his infant’s bed he found,
With blood-stained covert rent;
And all around the walls and ground,
With recent blood besprent.

He called his child - no voice replied -
He searched with terror wild;
Blood, blood he found on every side,
But nowhere found his child.

‘Hell-hound ! my child’s be thee devoured’,
The franctic father cried;
And to the hilt his vengeful sword
He plunged in Gêlert’s side.

Aroused by Gêlert’s dying yell,
Some slumerer wakened nigh:
What words the parent’s joy could tell
To hear his infant’s cry !

Concealed beneath a tumbled heap
His hurriedd search had missed,
All glowing from his rosy sleep.
The cherub boy he kissed.

No scathe had he, nor harm, nor dread,
But, the same couch beneath,
Lay a gaunt wolf, all torn and dead,
Tremendous still in death.

Ah, what was then Llewelyn’s pain !
For now the truth was clear;
His gallant hound the wolf had slain
To save Llewelyn’s heir.

Author Unknown

Submitted by: Jason Pearce


Puppy Love

My puppy came to our house one day,
She seemed to be smiling in a funny type of way.
She looked at me with her big soft eye's,
And seemed to say...
I love you! suprise!
The days went by and she grew and grew,
She was so special to me and still she seemed like new.
She ran and played with me all day,
She never tired she so loved to play.
She barked and fetched the balls I threw,
And when night came she never seemed through.
She would snuggle with me all night long,
She loved to hear me laugh and sing her a song.
She is still with me now though she's tired and weak,
She is still the best, the best I think.

Submitted by: Sharlene Spotz



Never again will Poe chase a stick, or even sneak a treat.
Never more will he make us laugh or guard us in our sleep.
Poe has gone to “Doggy Heaven” where he deserves to be,
and when he tires, it’s good to know, he’ll be sleeping at God’s feet.

Written by R.Bristow


Just A Pug

I'm not fat I'm perfectly plush
I'm not slow I just don't like to rush
I don't growl I snort with delight
I'm not a pig I'm a Pug alright

I'm cute as a button with crinkles and rolls
And if you're not looking I'll come chew your toes
My brown eyes are bulgy my tongue curls out
My face is all wrinkled pushed in by my snout

I laze around most of the day
After a very short time of play
A Pugs life is simple A Pugs life is fun
A Pugs life is spent in the shade not the sun

I'll say it again I'm not fat I'm not slow
I just dont have anywhere to go
So the next time you see that my skin's not too tight
Remember who I am I'm a Pug allright.

Written by Paula Rodrigues

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