What a large, expansive comfort zone our pets provide for us.  They are devoted to our happiness and we are devoted to their welfare.  Pet love runs deep.  While we dote on them, they provide entertainment on a lavish scale.  It’s second nature to reward their feisty antics, playful grunts and growlies and tender doe-eyed expressions with belly rubs, behind the perky ears scratches, enthusiastic head pats and huggy, goobery smooches.  They sense and fulfill our need to let our hair down with trusted companions all the while sharing love, intimacy and acceptance.  It seems a primal response to get your pet talk on.  The sweet love sounds our pets make are the same ones we take and give back.  It’s only natural, and it’s almost impossible to count the ways we love them.  We ooh, tickle, purr and buzz charm our pets with our own peculiar goofiness.  We laugh and enjoy life more when they’re around.  It never matters the mistakes we make with our very best friend pets (VBFP) or who is to blame.  They’re ready to relieve our bad with their good.  They stop the anxiety we feel with well timed, friend to friend, high five, perfectly placed head nudges.  Pet Love.

VBFP

I used to think I was completely alone, but now I know I’m aloner

it really would be a bummer if it wasn’t for you.

I can’t word say enough warm, fuzzy things about you, you’re my best friend pet

my very best bet in times of trouble.

You’re there for me 24/7/365, my little dog Face Z.

One night, early after midnight, we found each other, and we’ve stayed together.

Why, I remember one time, we met other pets with their owners.

You did me proud, you little dude, the way you cocked your rascally pet head

giving away and taking in good impressions.

We made friends with other pets that day, and formed bonds with other owners.

The good feeling that comes from connecting stays with us, I see it in your eyes

when you’re wiggily wagging your tail.

We’re not so different, you and me, we have each other, we feel the love

we’re not alone, we are trusted companions.  We can tell each other anything,

and it’s a cinch, kootchie-kootchie-kootchie coo

that all the whasups we bark about will not go any further.

2^nd S A (say about) : Bonding, Give me loyalty…or what the…EXPLETIVE!  Give me loyalty!! Pets!

Fondly and Animally Too!  © Patt | “PET  FÊTE”

What is there to say about mothers, that hasn’t been said a thousand times before?  Since a picture is often worth more than a thousand words, a happy mother centered in a family photo says a lot about the moment captured. It says if mom’s happy then everybody’s happy.  Sometimes these pictures are testimonies to the conclusion that our moms did tell us so all our lives and yes, they usually are right about everything. So, we may thank goodness for their teachable moments and for reminding us to remember them.  Thank you moms for all you do and for the simple wonder of being you.

INSTINCTIVE MOTHERS OF TRADITION

Moms care, share and swear

by the method of unconditional love.

It’s born in their soul

and they thereby control

the entire intuitive universe.

They do it alone

without the aid of informants

without a tap on your phone.

They hear emotional sounds you make

ears in tune with your own.

The eyes in back of your head

are the ones on loan from home.

Moms see London, moms see France

moms know if you’re wearing clean underpants,

for in these times demanding

their umbilical understanding

is the heavyweight mother lode.

The following comment is my first SA (Say About):  Moms are earthly angels, intrinsically able to invent, maintain and restore bliss just by being there.

Happy Mothers  Day  from PATT ©2013 | “I Mot”

Seasonal weather agendas rarely allow for best laid plans, but no other time of year exceeds the excitement anticipation expectation of spring. The stubborn bleak of winter does its up and down dance with calendar changes and temperature fluctuations. We wait and wait and wait and wait for our annual date with vernal equinox. It usually begins its ending with summer solstice way too soon. An enthusiastic garden pink variety spring mood is welcomed by all. The progress promise of new things up and coming is exhilarating.

We so look forward to spring. We long for its sunny days and fragrant breezes. Thoughts turn to the awakening of new and naturally occurring possibilities. We pine for release of winter’s gray chill on our cold conscious points of view. Long-short, we greatly desire springization.  Because when springtime does arrive we feel inspired by the newness of life. There’s an overwhelming sense of increased personal space and freedom. Effulgence conquers lethargy. It’s like opening the door to what pattswordart describes as the Picturesque Romanesque of Arabesque. But, alas, my oxygen holograph word play search reveals that we can’t, nor would we want to hold spring in pose and/or alternative active models. Happy, cheerful movements just begin to happen, springing forth by their own momentum. Spring is as spring ritefully does.

SPRING SPRANG SPRUNG

Spring seems born ready when it finally comes

fresh off the vine and the bud

flowering gloriously through patterns of light

inviting anything’s possible love.

Spring’s eloquent oration of alls fair hard-to-get

is sprung by gangsta foreverness flirts

and like morning glories of forget-me-not’s tell

call out summer for all that it’s worth.

Stimulant seeds sown in lush springy grounds

announce nicknames as soon as they bloom

swathing silky berry secrets of night

around trumpeted swoons to the moon.

Rites of spring bring to mind lovemaking music

when nobody sprang any notes of a song,

as a renowned first lady of hide and seek,

the elastic, breath holding, stomach churning

soul of love in the spring

cannot be, no matter ever what be, tethered or bound.

Seize the effervescence!

Say what-what say – PATT AWES : Lovable Amaranth {imaginary unfading flower}

                                Version: Spring beauty is more than a flower.

                                               It is the first stage of love.

                                Add on: Spring fever is more than feelings of lazy listlessness.

                                              It is the surreal interlude created, love is in the air.

Springing melodiously with vigor,

Patt

©2013 | A Poem titled “Blush Crush”