Was it real or in a dream
Wizards and kings, chocolate ice cream
Dinosaurs roamed from early morn
Flying zebras and a unicorn
Dancing in the sky from star to star
Travel the universe in a flying car
Make believe ship manned by pirates and thieves
And a tree that was covered with spearmint leaves
No one cared about silver or gold
We were children again who would never grow old
There was a horse in the field talking to a mule
My cat said horses can't talk, don't be a fool
I told my cat that the prince once was a frog
A firefly whispered your cat once was a dog
The earth began rumbling but I took it in stride
I just jumped on my rug for a magic carpet ride
I stopped on a mountain when I reached the peak
A polar bear asked me whom do you seek
I reached for the bear and he began to smoke
Then a penguin stopped by and told me a joke
I flew back to earth when I heard a bell toll
As fate would have it, I ran into a troll
He huffed and he puffed and smiled and said
Come have a conversation with my talking head
The head was a monster but I wasn't afraid
He said I'm getting a body as soon as I get paid
Then I walked down a road that was red and yellow
I noticed the shrubs were made of strawberry jello
Suddenly a space ship landed from out of the sky
In a field that was filled with banana cream pie
This may be hard to believe but i swear that it's true
As sure as my skin is green and my hair is blue.
Here kitty, kitty. Come out and play
I have a new bow for you today
You tore the blue one out so quick
With angry paw…you seemed quite ticked!
I want to dress you and show you off
So all the other bows I now have tossed
No purple or green to match your eyes
Or orange, nor pink that you despise
Polk-a-dots were just not right for you
You tore them to shreds a time or two
No stripes or plaids are in my hand
For these I know you could not stand
The white one was lost in your white fur
When it came out you purred and purred
Here kitty, kitty, now don’t you tease
I’ve a red one here that’s sure to please
Written for “Hello Kitty (World)” members contest.
Kitty, kitty in my chair,
Sitting there so debonair.
Black cat with shiny eyes,
To cross your path could be unwise.
Playful feline pounces fast,
Jump on people walking past.
Tabby teases a little mouse,
Tauntingly throughout the house.
Oh! Of cats what can I say?
They prowl at night and sleep all day.
Contest; Cat Poems ~~
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Oh, finely feathered fellow
with plumage of green and yellow,
your Houdini-esque abilities
and astounding circus-like agilities
make my flabby jowls drop with surprise
at how easily your hooked beak can prise
any dwarf-sized opening in your cage,
to open so easily, under your gauge.
Your stuffed, fat, feathered body can
fit through anything. Yes, I'm a fan.
Your squeaky, squawky, shrill talking
lets me know my efforts you're mocking
as I try to burglar proof your cage
as you shriek at me in indignant rage.
You really should hope that I succeed
because if I don't, the cat you'll feed.
~~~ for Suzanne's Synathroesmic Cat contest ~~~
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
She is not a small cat.
In fact she is quite, quite fat.
There is a black box on the floor.
She pokes it, sniffs it, eyes it and more.
I think she thinks she will fit
but I shoo her off in a snit.
The box holds pens and small stuff.
Not meant for this bag of fluff.
I just know that when I rise
a cat will be in there 'fore my eyes.
Big of butt and small of mind,
if she thinks she fits she must be blind.
She is a dear but not too bright
to try to squeeze in a space so tight.
No, she is not a small cat.
She is, oh she is, quite, quite fat.
single syllable poem
I sat by the fire one dark, stormy night
reading a book which filled me with fright-
My dog was snoozing on the rug by the door,
the cat was meowing and pacing the floor-
The lightning it dazzled as the thunder did crack,
a sudden chill wind had crawled up my back;
I sat up with a start, spilling my cup
which splashed on the dog, waking him up!
He started to barking and chasing the cat,
who jumped on the curtain and tore it in fact-
Now I yelled at them both as I reached for the broom,
bringing silence once more while sweeping the room-
The clock had struck twelve when a knocking I hear,
getting louder and louder as I slowly crept near;
Throwing the latch I peeked out with much care,
greatly surprised, seeing no one out there-
I was very relieved while resuming my book
when a scratch at my window urged me to look-
I peered ever so close at that sinister face,
all green and ferocious, an ogre from space-
The dog stood there laughing and trimming my hair,
and the cat was a'whistling while dancing in air;
I then closed my eyes and started chanting, I think
when a monkey appeared, all portly and pink-
I cried in despair and leapt from my seat,
while a rooster was crowing and pecking my feet;
I readied myself to fly like a rocket,
when a mouse started singing and jumped in my pocket-
I won't tell you no more, I just don't recall
except for a frog, who was fifteen feet tall-
Twas only a dream and I awoke in my bed,
my dog snoring beside me, my cat lickin' my head-
The sights I have seen are no cause for alarm,
I've spent many a year on this haunted old farm!
The day after Thanksgiving I didn't have to work
So, I decided to do something which was kind of a quirk.
I thought I would do some early shopping
For those Christmas gifts that would be eye popping.
As I started my car to begin my store raid
Something went amiss to stop my escapade.
I opened the hood to find the problem there
When I saw it, it really gave me a scare.
Our neighbor's black cat had crawled onto the engine block
Feeling the warmth, but not taking stock.
When I turned the key to give it a start
The cat shrieked as its tail was nearly cut apart.
Oh, it wasn't intentional that I hurt that poor pet
But you've never seen anything like it I'll bet.
When I heard the noise and the hissing you see,
I thought one of the hoses had broken...leaking fluently.
But it was the cat that was hissing when I raised the hood
All he could think of was to jump for where I stood.
With claws all out and teeth set to bite
Him coming at me was quite the site.
Fortunately he missed me with his outstretched paws,
Or I would have been really attached to those razor like claws.
When he hit the ground he ran away
Scared the crap out of me...that's all I'll say.
So I had to collect myself before I could go anywhere
Went back to the house and just stood shaking there.
Of course, I had to have a pop or two
To settle my nerves before I started anew.
Before I knew it, I was asleep in a chair
I never attempted to go anywhere.
All because a black cat wanted to keep warm
In the end, I was thankful I did so little harm.
"Black Friday" would have cost me a heck of a lot more
Had it not been for that cat's dozing for sure.
So, now whenever I go to the store
I buy some cat food, for that kitty next door.
He still remembers my opening that hood
I still remember him trying to claw me where I stood.
But we've come to an understanding that cat and me
And I tap the car before starting it to let him see.
As it is now...he stays out of my way,
Except when I feed him, for all the money he saved me on "Black Friday".
Midgeted paws gently experiment
with the silken whiskers of their maternal dynamo
Dabbling with the conscious but succumbing
softly to the confetti of uninhibited dreams
Rejoicing in a triangle of togetherness
Basking in the periwinkles of space and time
Under a backdrop of light and optimism
Enjoying the nuances of peace and temperance
Their unified thoughts epitomize one harmony
Each sending a message, don't ever leave me.
Two years ago she came here to live.
I wanted a pet, I had love to give.
But this one was different from those before.
She needed patience ... a lot ... and more.
She'd been abused, she trusted no one.
A loud noise or quick movement and off she'd run.
It seemed like forever before I heard her purr,
before I could enter a room without making her stir.
She did not play, she did not trust.
So my goal to win her over, it was a must.
It's been a long haul and I'm happy to say
my fat little feline now loves to play.
She greets me affectionately all the time now
and once in awhile she will even meow.
Honey is home, it took a while 'til she knew
that she was now safe and she was loved too.
She's one contented kitty who can now live out her life
without fear of abuse or neglect or strife.
She's totally different now, as anyone can see
but did I rescue her ... or did she rescue me
Mr. Kitty Cat come this way.
Might I beg you please to stay?
So all-fired handsome, fit and strong.
And you've been faithful all along.
Those eyes so green and silky coat.
How you sing out and emote!
Prowling through the dead of night.
Bringing me gifts at morning's light.
You're such a vision to behold.
Always passionate-never cold.
Appreciative of the things I do-
this trait of yours is something new.
I've never had a love so deep.
Hoping you are mine to keep.
But wait-I've had an awful thought.
You've set a trap and now I'm caught.
This love will never come to fruition.
For in the past I had a mission.
Had you neutered to my regret.
When you could have been my best love yet!
Written July 21st, 2014
Cat and Mouse: hide and seek
This could take an hour or week
No one wants to seem too bold
So we put our love on hold
A peek here and a peek there
Wondering if we really dare
Wondering what the seconds bring
Wondering if the phone will ring
Wondering, wondering: peek a boo
You’re hiding…. but I SEE you
I see past that great big wall
Your heart’s ready for the fall
I know that you caught the bait
But I sit and wait and wait
I’m patient, got time of day
But oh, what if you get away!
Cat and mouse: hide and seek
Oh, my knees are getting weak
Oh, this heart’s sure to explode
The waiting’s gone to overload
One more second's just too much
No time for cat games and such
Hide and seek…is getting old
Here I am! My love is bold!
Ready? You'll be caught real tight!
Cause boy, your just out of sight!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Used to wonder where he was sometimes for days
Thought I knew his quirky ways
When I called him for dinner with tintap
Now I know why he didn’t head for the cat flap
He often ate dinner in another bowl
My cat sat at another fire, warmed by other coal
Rubbed against another soft-felt shoe
Purred for another’s smiling face too.
In that dog-eat-dog world there
A cat ate anywhere
After all he never promised you see
Never signed a contract with me
I mean were not married, no legal consent
It was just a casual open arrangement
Well, things happen as they may :
Met the “other woman” one day -
About the weather a friendly chat
Of a sudden I said, oh there’s my cat,
She said, and there’s mine too !
But there was only one cat in view.
We quickly pooled our knowledge
We didn’t need a degree from college
We both whispered pushwoosh
To attract “our” cat away from the thorn bush
But he darted through the leaves
And climbed up to the eaves
And another woman’s arms pulled him in
And cuddled him and tickled his chin.
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Written 2 August 2012
Entered in Poet ~ Destroyer's Contest Any poem you posted this week....
A Perfect Pair
Could a cat who has claws?
Ever become a Santa Claus;
Give out gifts like their play things;
Colorful bracelets with a bell that rings.
How about a Ho Ho Santa Claus hat;
Once was tall and is now flat
With a wide belt around the middle
And appears to be fit as a fiddle.
It always seems like and somehow
He will let out a loud meow;
He is sometimes proper and prim
And will find another just like him.
Both together make a perfect pair
And at each other just sit and stare;
When sundown does start to creep
You will see them fall fast asleep.
Simba the cat sitting in the a/c by the glass door looking outside,
Watching, ever watching nature take it’s ride,
Now a distant cat in the green tree shadowed field, on the prowl crossing,
A flock of birds springing up from those sun speckled shadows in the offing,
A squirrel running the top rail of the wooden fence’
Watching Simba watch is my recompense.
She spends a part of each day rubbernecking,
Entertained, interested and inspecting.
A butterfly darting off on a butterfly’s quest,
A gecko camouflaged on a tree flagging at rest.
A mysterious knot hole centers the trunk of a huge grandfather oak,
It’s leaves silhouetted by sky blue and cloud wisp smoke.
I had much to do today, but here I am watching Simba though,
she fooled me. How long have I been here. Where did she go?
Meows and Purrs
Have heard more than just a few
Of what you might call a cat's meow
And suddenly to me it did occur
My canny cat has a continuous purr.
With both eyes seem to stare at me
What is it that he expects to see?
Perhaps toy to play with or some food
Have you seen a cat that is tattooed?
It could be me with all my charm
He again rubbed up against my arm
And I always knew from the very start
Of me, my cat has become a permanent part.
A gift from a stranger, his name is Reefer;
we know right away that he's a keeper.
We re-name him Rugby so as not to confuse;
his condition suggests that he's been abused.
Anticipating a squabble, we bring in the cat;
he sprawls and yawns, refused to combat.
He never barks, he doesn't bite or growl;
until the cat decides to eat from his bowl.
Rugby walks behind her, emits one deep Woof;
Tricia jumps straight up, leaves with no reproof.
They co-exist peacefully, eat with never a tiff;
they need no policing, if you catch my drift.
Let’s NOT Have a dog.
If I’m a brat, who’s guilty of pampering me?
You know I’m adorable; on that, we agree.
I don’t chase my tail like that goofy pup,
or hide in fear when a stranger shows up.
This box is perfect; it’s simply divine.
I’ll snug myself in, and make it mine.
I gotta sharpen claws, Mom, let’s be fair,
You can easily purchase another chair.
I’m expert at catching those pesky mice,
and I don’t bring in fleas, ticks, or lice.
I never bark, or slobber, or pee on the rug,
Count your blessings, and let’s have a hug.
They fill my hours; they fill my days.
I love their wild and crazy ways.
They tear my paper; they pull my tie.
Often, I cannot understand why.
But when I watch them scamper thru,
I can't be sad; I can't be blue.
Mamma warned me, kittens grow up.
It might be better to trade for a pup.
I have to admit, they're loads of fun,
but it would be easier if I only had one.
When you have a secret, it should never be told,
Cause you made a promise that you must uphold;
Promising never to utter a word,
Not one single syllable to ever be heard;
And telling that secret is like breaking a tie,
It is even worse than telling a lie;
Once you let the cat out of the bag, you can’t win,
Cause letting it out is easier than putting it back in!
~For Constance's Cat Woman Contest~
Cat Who Was a Clown
My cat thought he was a clown
And every time I did set down
He always likes to take his nose
And rub it softly against my toes.
When he will rub against my feet
That means it is time to eat;
For food, has learned how to beg
By rubbing against my leg.
One more thought to me did occur
If I say pretty please will he purr;
Then he said it was time for bed
But first he wanted to be fed.
DOG DAY AFTERNOON
Old hound takes a nap in the shade of the trees
No pep, no sap, no afternoon breeze
He's much too lazy to chase the neighborhood cat
Who sauntered on by, and smugly sat
She taunts and preens, this feline brat
Hound opens one eye, scratches this and that
Too lazy to notice the bothersome cat
So Miss Cat curls up to take a nap
The hound, the cat, snooze side by side
Till the afternoon sun bids the day goodbye
Old hound wakes up, yawns and stretches
Miss Cat wakes too, her behind itches
They groom, and lick and scratch their fleas
No modesty, they bathe with ease
Then the hound stands up, with change of heart
He starts to growl, that's when trouble starts!
Miss Cat perks up, the tables are turned
She attacks full force, her neighbor is spurned!
Now things are as normal, as they can be
Old hound chases Miss Cat...right up the tree!
Who I Seek
When O'Henry our cat is one who I seek
We can always tell by his variable squeak
Which he does instead of going meow
Thought of it himself from out of the blue.
Now O'Henry when we are often seeking
Look forward to hearing his horrible squeaking
Likes licking body so off things won't fall
That turn out becoming a big hairball.
Is always highly attentive as he nears
Seeing his stuck up and pointed ears
Wiggle back and forth in every direction
Can cats actually have a lose connection?
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
The cat crawls
The cat growls
Fishy, fishy swimming in the tank
Come fishy, fishy I won't hurt
The cat crouches
The cat pounces
Fishy, fishy you are mine
My, oh, my you look divine
The cat sleeps
Not a peep
Fishy, fishy you tassted good
You didn't scream
Like I thought you would
As his soft paw started to touch the ground
You never could hear a single sound
And just after that there would occur
Sound I had heard which was like a purr.
Then his paws liked to lick continually
Reminding himself it was now time to be
Heading towards food and water in a bowl;
To be filled up now was his greatest goal.
After he had been rolled body up in a heap
He quickly found that he was fast asleep
And again for certain it surely seems
Sounds of purring were perturbing in his dreams.
Pretty and Pacified
God, an ability gave to me
To pretend while writing poetry
Poet laureate might become one day
When I let God have His own way.
You should hear my cat when he purrs
Tail starts going around as if it stirs
Under my lamp he just did appear
Likes having heat so nice and near.
Must I really go into mortal combat?
When I want to write about my cat
Watch him lick hair until it is dried
So he will look pretty and be pacified.
A Scratchy Spur
Cat's in garage completely loading cattle
With big box in a constant, consistent battle
And another view of him I just did catch
While he was going scratch, scratch, scratch.
Then after that next noise I did hear
Was eating food being around and near
This time there was a different sound
After for cat box he had been bound.
With no worry and never at all any fret
Cat will still always be my favorite pet
An idea and thought to me would occur
What if he wore boots with a scratchy spur?
PS. Maybe even itchy also.
James Thomas Horn