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Spike Milligan
Pussy-cat
Pussy-cat
What are vices?
Catching rats
And eating mices!
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by
Matsuo Basho
A caterpillar
A caterpillar,
this deep in fall--
still not a butterfly.
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by
Kobayashi Issa
Having slept, the cat gets up
Having slept, the cat gets up,
yawns, goes out
to make love.
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by
Wanda Phipps
Morning Poem #59
forever in bed
waiting for heat
luring black cat
Tristana into trust
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James A Emanuel
Ella Fitzgerald
Pin- La- SCATS :
ball dy
tis- tas- bumps
ket raps ket, back.
yel- bas-
Wins low ket.
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by
Emily Dickinson
The good Will of a Flower
The good Will of a Flower
The Man who would possess
Must first present
Certificate
Of minted Holiness.
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by
Emily Dickinson
Great Caesar! Condescend
Great Caesar! Condescend
The Daisy, to receive,
Gathered by Cato's Daughter,
With your majestic leave!
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by
Emily Dickinson
That Such have died enable Us
That Such have died enable Us
The tranquiller to die --
That Such have lived,
Certificate for Immortality.
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by
Emily Dickinson
The Butterfly in honored Dust
The Butterfly in honored Dust
Assuredly will lie
But none will pass the Catacomb
So chastened as the Fly --
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Richard Brautigan
Surprise
I lift the toliet seat
as if it were the nest of a bird
and I see cat tracks
all around the edge of the bowl.
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by
Emily Dickinson
There are two Mays
There are two Mays
And then a Must
And after that a Shall.
How infinite the compromise
That indicates I will!
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by
Carl Sandburg
Fog
THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
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Emily Dickinson
Drab Habitation of Whom?
Drab Habitation of Whom?
Tabernacle or Tomb --
Or Dome of Worm --
Or Porch of Gnome --
Or some Elf's Catacomb?
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Walt Whitman
These Carols.
THESE Carols, sung to cheer my passage through the world I see,
For completion, I dedicate to the Invisible World.
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Robert Louis Stevenson
I Know Not How, But As I Count
I KNOW not how, but as I count
The beads of former years,
Old laughter catches in my throat
With the very feel of tears.
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Jack Prelutsky
Dora Diller
"My stomach's full of butterflies!"
lamented Dora Diller.
Her mother sighed. "That's no surprise,
you ate a caterpillar!"
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Ogden Nash
The Shrimp
A shrimp who sought his lady shrimp
Could catch no glimpse
Not even a glimp.
At times, translucence
Is rather a nuisance.
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Robert Creeley
Love
The thing comes
of itself
(Look up
to see
the cat & the squirrel,
the one
torn, a red thing,
& the other
somehow immaculate
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Hilaire Belloc
The Catholic Sun
Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine,
There’s always laughter and good red wine.
At least I’ve always found it so.
Benedicamus Domino!
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Emily Dickinson
Unworthy of her Breast
Unworthy of her Breast
Though by that scathing test
What Soul survive?
By her exacting light
How counterfeit the white
We chiefly have!
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Emily Dickinson
They have a little Odor -- that to me
They have a little Odor -- that to me
Is metre -- nay -- 'tis melody --
And spiciest at fading -- indicate --
A Habit -- of a Laureate --
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Michael Ondaatje
Application For A Driving License
Two birds loved
in a flurry of red feathers
like a burst cottonball,
continuing while I drove over them.
I am a good driver, nothing shocks me.
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Poem (As the cat)
As the cat
climbed over
the top of
the jamcloset
first the right
forefoot
carefully
then the hind
stepped down
into the pit of
the empty
flowerpot
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Complete Destruction
It was an icy day.
We buried the cat,
then took her box
and set fire to it
in the back yard.
Those fleas that escaped
earth and fire
died by the cold.
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Emily Dickinson
The Lassitudes of Contemplation
The Lassitudes of Contemplation
Beget a force
They are the spirit's still vacation
That him refresh --
The Dreams consolidate in action --
What mettle fair
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