Pit Bull Poetry


(By Brian Richter, Pit Bulls are for Lovers Contributor, Owner of Bully Breed Evolution)

Through opened eyes we clearly see
and answer the animal’s plea.
We must see what others ignore
so we alone unlock secrecy’s door.

We look inside the anguished eyes
and we have the burden to be wise.
When others cover their ears
we are the ones to fight the tears.
All of our strength it takes
to endure when our heart aches.
When the images etch our mind
it’s justice we struggle to find.The screams mark our soul
to end the agony our common goal.
Silencing the wails cannot wait
in our hands we hold their fate.If only others would lend their voice
and for the helpless make the choice.
With each action we destroy or defend
on each decision so many lives depend..~BrianPit Bull T-Shirts

A Poem by Brian Richter

I was standing on a hillside in a field of blowing wheat
and the spirit of a Pit bull was lying at my feet.
He looked at me with kind dark eyes, an ancient wisdom
shining through and in the essence of his being
I saw love there too.
His mind did lock upon my heart as i stood there on that day
And he told me of this story about a place so far away.
I stood upon that hillside in a field of blowing wheat
And in a twinkling of a second His spirit left my feet.
His tale did put my heart at ease, my fears did fade away
About what lay ahead of me on another distant day
“I live among God’s creatures now, In the heavens of your mind
So do not grieve for me, my friend as I am with my kind
My collar is a rainbow’s hue, my leash a shooting star
My boundaries are the Milky Way where I sparkle from afar
The are no pens or kennels here,
For I am not confined, but free to roam God’s heavens
Amongst the bully kind.
I nap the day on a snowy cloud, Gentle breezes rock me
And dream the dreams of earthlings and how it used to be.
The trees are full of liver treats and tennis balls abound,
And milk bones line the walkways, just waiting to be found.
There even is a ring set up, the grass all lush and green,
Where even Rescue Pit bulls become the Best of Breed !
For we’re all winners in this place, we have no faults, you see,
God passes out those ribbons to each one, hey, even me!
I drink from waters laced with gold,
My world a beauty to behold,
and wise old dogs do form my pride to amble at my side.
At night I sleep in an angel’s arms, Her wings protecting me,
And moonbeams dance about us, as stardust falls on thee.
So when your life on earth is spent,
And you stand at Heaven’s gate,
Have no fear of loneliness, for here you know i wait

 

 

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