APBT Poems

APBT Poem
I am just an animal but I am so loyal and true
Provide a loving home, be my friend and I promise I would die for you
I will greet you at your door with a wagging tail and a heart of love, every single day
I will always love and protect you and when you are down I will comfort you in any way
I will walk by your side, if you just be my lead
You can teach me tricks; I will listen and do my best to succeed
Thank you so much for being my best friend, most people shy away
Regardless of what they tell you, I will never hurt you and by your side I will stay
You’ve trained me well, and good I will stay, I will try to never be bad
Just because of rumors and lies, don’t push me away, you’d break my heart and make me sad
Yes, I am an American Pit Bull Terrier but I’ll always be there for you when you are in need
Just because people train my breed to be bad, please don’t punish me. Remember: Punish the deed not the breed
I love you very much, please never make me leave: I’m just an animal but I’m grateful for you
Not only am I your best friend, I am very loyal too
My breed is being discriminated against you need to raise your voice
I was born into this body, this is how I am, and I had no choice
Don’t let them take me away just because I am me
Don’t only protect me, teach others, and make them let my breed be.
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Good post Marty.
This is a little poem I always liked:

<TABLE height=640 cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=5 width=399 border=0><TBODY><TR><TD align=middle width=389 height=640>I see the children in the lane.

They look like friends, we'll have a game.
They've got a stick, oh boy, what fun.
They'll throw it for me and I'll run.
But someone stops me.
I wonder why their mother screams "Don't go near those
Horrid Dogs, come here, come close
They're dangerous-I'll tell you why
They bite little children and they die."
All I can do is watch and sigh,
Cause now I know that Pit Bulls don't cry​

Mom cuddles me up and says, "My pet
We love you dearly so don't you fret."
But I love everyone out there.
Why can't they love me, I do care.
I wish they weren't made to pass me by
I'm a Pit Bull, I don't cry.​

I sit behind my padlocked gate
From early morn til quite late.
When I go out, it's on a lead.
Is mine the only heart to bleed?
I'm held in check as the world goes by
I wish the Pit Bull heart could cry.​

There are some dogs, and also men,
Who cannot tell a foe from a friend.
So all of us must bear the blame,
Expected to live a life of shame.
Condemned, alas and we know not why​

All we know is we will not cry!​

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You made me what I am today,courage at it's best.
You wanted me to know no fear,a cut above the rest.
Not only did I master that, I've thrown in loyalty too.
Look past my eyes into my soul, you know I'd die for you
I'll watch your kids,I'll watch your house.
Your praise will be my crown,ask what you will.
I'll do my best. I'll even be your clown.
But some of you don't llike me,I'm sure I don't know why.
The only thing I'm guilty of is courage,love,and try.
But still they want to see me go,they want my breed to end.
Will I see you sitting idly by! You,whom I call a friend!
You made me what I am today,you never saw me waiver.
I've done my best to keep you safe,won't you please return the favor:mad::dunno:

 

YOU HAD ONE TEXAS DOG STOLE FOR YOU,
AND YOU BETTER NOT MAKE IT TWO.

BLACK BAT EARS ARENT HARD TO FIND,
ESPECIALLY WITH MARKINGS AND TATTOOS LIKE MINE.

IF THIS DOG GETS OUTA PLACE,
YOU BETTER START SAYING YOUR GRACE.

US TEXAS FOLKS DONT TATTLE OR TELL
BUT WILL OPEN FO RYOU THE GATES OF HELL.

THE GREAT WEST COAST or MIDWEST TOO,
WON'T KEEP ME FRM GETTING YOU!

Written for a man on the west coast who stole frm a TX kennel, and was published

 

Awesome read- the user Marty has posted excellent and positive info on these dogs.

I really do hope everyone joins together to fight BSL and expose the positive of this breed. These dogs will do anything to please their owners, unfortunately some have taken advantage of this.

These dogs deserve to be in homes and be given a chance to be a part of a family b/c they are loving guardians.

 

"look me in my eyes but dont show signs of fear

call me with a whistle thats how i know your here

walk me with conviction and hold your head up high

because for you and only you, you know that i will die

if you feed me when im hungry and rub my head and chest

i will protect you to the end with my last dieing breath

people call me vicious and say that im no good

but a heart of a true pit bull is something they never understood

i use to fight for you and you knew i never quit

i never understood why you threw me in that pit

its time for you to take a stand and speak in my stead

because a pit without its owner might as well be dead

loyalty to our owner was our only goal in mind

our stories told through history in books and over time

the "pit" is our domain where we matched in dirt and mudd

and whence the chain came of our necks our breed was forged in blood

when we crossed that line a cur you will not see

because a dog that turns its tail is dog that will not be

this was our way of life this was also our creed

without the game in us you have lost the entire breed"

​

 

The Blood of a Champion
-Floyd Boudreaux ​

He may be a large dog, Maybe small,
He will fight one dog or he will fight them all,​

He will give you all he has to give,
It's the only way he likes to live,
He has earned the respect of poor men & kings,
He has fought in the open, in the pits and in the ring, He has fought the wolves, the bull and the bear, For his own life he has not a care,​

He will not cower, he will not cry,
For to be called a cur, he would rather die, A cur and a fighter are not the same, for a cur is a quitter, and a fighter is game,​

We don't force him to fight, he can quit at anytime, But its not a bulldog that stands the line, When we speak of bulldogs the words that fit, are those like courage, stamina and grit,​

In the pit he is powerful, fierce and wild, But at home will sleep with the smallest of child, He knows not the meaning of the word quit, he likes it on the chain, but longs for the pit,​

The blood of a champion flows in his veins, He can stand the heat, He can stand the pain, If it comes to the scratch, he'll make the run, when he hears his master's cry "go get'em son!".​

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A Poem For The Lost.

They came without warning, or warrant, or reason
And tore me away from my family's arms
Labeled a monster on just my appearance
Not taking to account that I've never done harm
Thrown in a cell with grey walls and no windows
I'll never again get to see a new day
With time and date set I am left in the darkness
No comfort nor mercy will come now my way

The hope in me dies as I watch those before me
Taken through a door where they'll never return
Small pups, just days old, taken to the slaughter
Not even allowed their first glimpse at the world
For a moment theres light that pierces through the darkness
Smiles and hands that I know reach out to me
But it's not long till I notice the tears on their faces
And I know this goodbye is the last one I'll see

"We tried and we fought" Their words filter to me
"But they would not see sense, nor the wrongs they commit
You'll be in our hearts and never be forgotten
Your still our good girl" They sob as I sit
An ache fills my heart as I know I will leave them
Wanting nothing more strongly than to stay at their sides
Wrapped in this moment with love all around me
I know it's not long till I'm ripped from their lives

Hands draw me away from the grip of my loved ones
And I watch as they crumple and I'm pulled away
As my fate draws closer my soul becomes weary
I know what is coming for me this dark day
The prick of a needle then nothing but coldness
Shadows seem to case me as my will slips away
Last thoughts of the family I leave behind me
Let me know at their sides I always will stay

Sobs fill the halls as lifes breath leaves her body
Another dog killed for no sin of their own
A weight fills my chest for the question I'm given
An answer to which pains not my heart alone

"What did she do wrong?"
"Nothing. She was just a Pitbull."

- Nikita Benney

 

Game

Now the past is gone you see
And the pit is in our care,

The future should concern thee
of the game we're all to share.​

Many a dogmen have come
And meny dogmen are here,
With very few pits being born
Of gameness we all hold dear.​

We must always watch our guard
To test and prove pits game,
By scrathing and rolling hard
All pit dogs earn their name.​

Game pit dogs never quit
while dog men cry and laugh,
For the pit would'nt be a pit
the pit would be a staff.​

Pits should remain in sport
To this dog men all agree,
for proven game hard fought
Is what the pit is suppose to be.

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Good Pit Dog

He is a pit bull, brindle and white
A fast head dog with an even bite.
He can take his punishment and not mind it a bit
For he’ll always scratch and stay in the pit
It takes him no time to finish the rat
He stays with a badger, has not mercy for cats.
He’s one of my best and he’s game to the core
He’ll toe the scratch, I can ask for no more.
He has no fear for whatever he faces
Disposition is good and his looks they are aces.
He’s one of those dogs that money can’t buy
I’ll keep him a lifetime, until he does die.
But before then he’ll fight for me many a time
Make me proud of his winnings, bring me many a dime.
He’ll uphold the name of our pet dog, all right
For he’s not a show dog, but one that’ll fight.
And that’s what we all want, dogs that are game
Wherever you take them, they’ll bring you no shame.
They need not be handsome, nor good for the show
But just good pit dogs, rarin’ to go

Dawnrest​

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The Pit Bulldog by Howard "B"


There's a mighty creature on the prowl,
They don't bark much and seldom growl,
Can crush a bone with the slam of it's mouth,
You can find them East, West, North and South,
When you face them off and let them go,
The fight will last till one can go no more,
Unless you have a cur, and there's alot around
A good Dogman will put these in the ground,
No other dog can stand the pain,
But a good pit bull has his claim to fame,
Some stay in the corner and won't cross that line,
'Cause the mighty pit bull is one of a kind,
we must stand by our dogs united as we all should know,
'Cause the future holds more matches and we all love a good show,
I'm a new comer and this is true,
But I'm into the dogs deep, just like the rest of you,
If we meet in the pit, lets all remain friends,
'Cause we're all pit bull lovers, till the very damn end.

​

 

Big blue comes in growling, he’s thrashin round wild;
not bred of Grand Champions, just taunted till riled.

Ol Blackie sits there patient, tail wagging with glee,
cause he’d done some rollin and knows how it’ll be.

Washed down and toweled; the time, it drew near.


Big Blue’s lookin vicious, he has fifteen pounds
but that black dog just sat there, staring him down.

When the moment came, both exploded out their corners
and met in the middle, but an inch towards Blue’s owner.

Blackie was quicker, but Blue had a bite
that black dog took a beatin, near an inch of his life.

Fifteen minutes went by, most thought it was done;
but a few in the crowd saw the table had spun.

Big Blue got winded and the black one, he knew;
caught Blue by the shoulder, his vigor renewed.


Blue quickly turned, cold fear in his eyes
so back to their corners to give scratchin a try.

Blue came in charging and easy to read
when black saw him comin his tail doubled speed.

Black took what he’d learned and held to it that night,
by twenty-three minutes it was no longer a fight.

Ol Blackie went home, one under his belt;
Big Blue, well he went with the cards he was dealt.

That black dog proved game, the blue not so much;
like all of his kind, just over grown mutts

 

really shed a tear in my beer in this thread