If I had to live a day without you in my life
it would be like Living without the warmth of the Golden sunshine and light,
It would always be a rainy day without you
Blue skies that are clear and bright
Would be out of sight only
Grey clouds and storms in view
Without a dear and special friend like you.
A colourful and cheerful rainbow
Would simply not exist if you were not
Apart of my life.
You Bring me Laughter, Sunshine,
Warmth and Light making my
Life a pleasure and Real Delight adding sunny
Happy hours and filling all my days
With warm hot rays of summer sunshine and showers of love and
I want you in my Life Always.
Copyright © Triston Ross
There could be no other name for a Kitten like this one .
He is Brave , his black , silky hair , Vito has won suitors marking his claws .
This tiny little Cat , very soon all kittens on this street, will be kissing his paws .
for he earned his name Vito , the Kitty Godfather you know.
with whispers from other Cats "There He is " There he goes "
His Tail wavy like a dog he strides. Tall but yet low.
Vito is a tiny proud cat and likes his pasta made a special way
I make a red sauce , but it is the white clam he craves
He picks his claws fine , then with a full belly he plays
Vito with eyes of the finest blue and green , that will stare at you when you sleep.
It has been said by some female cats , do think he will go out with me some day ?
A Fine cat and kittens he will make ~meow meow, says a jealous girl kitten , no way !
Vito loves to play on the wood floors at night , he runs fast ,
he is not silent ..he is the young Godfather , Vito has earned the right.
Vito , the tiny kitten , Vito the young cat ,
Vito keeps our blocks free from any nasty rat.
No ..a Rat will not confront Our Vito at all
He will be pushed aside and evicted with one lift of his paw
One thing this kitten has that makes him so unique ...
He his adored by this owners . He is happy , and warm , safe in our sheets !
Copyright © Shanity Rain
I have a certain cat,
Who's such a spoiled brat
Tippy is his name,
And eating is his game
He whines early each day,
As in my bed asleep I lay
His loud purring in my ear,
Is all that I can ever hear
He's always wanting more,
Of his dinner for me to pour,
In to his silver food dish,
So he can eat it with great relish
Next, he wants to chase his ball,
To and fro down my hall
Then finally, he likes to take a nap,
While being curled up in my lap
Copyright © JANICE HERZOG
Your birthday is indeed a great time of gaiety,
It calls for a celebration, a Grand Poetic Party
But, what I have just said is only a secondary
Most importantly, your life is great and healthy.
I am writing this poem first and foremost,
To send my love and best wishes to the most
For all the dreams of yours, let’s make a toast
May they all be fulfilled without any cost.
Since, I don’t have here your complete address,
I cannot send you chocolates, cakes or roses
So, I’ll just send my fervent prayer for success
To God, He may protect you, guide you and bless.
I will also enclose in these lines of my poem,
My songs of bliss for you and your family at home,
May you be free from all worries and gloom
Age added but, you’re a gal who incessantly bloom.
Copyright © Triston Ross
He's a silent hunter,
with a murderous heart,
and he doesn't care,
what he tears apart,
he is very independant,
and cunning to,
and if your his prey,
then you are through,
he has a ravinish blood lust,
that he can't contain,
and if he don't kill,
he'll go insane,
he may seem like a sweet little kitty,
but trust me people,
he is witty,
don't let those purrs,
and cuddles fool,
he has many concealed weapons,
he'll use as a tool,
he has needle sharp teeth,
and 5 dagger claws,
on each and everyone,
of his cute little paws.
Copyright © RobieLynn Collins
Attention seeking gets rewarded so use anything that works.
Baby humans can be dangerous, especially for tails, ears and whiskers, so watch out!
Cats are masters and rule, everyone else follows, period!
Dogs are great for teasing, blaming, stealing good food from and the lowest species, period!
Eating well is an art so snub dry food and play sickly to get better quality.
Furniture is wonderful for climbing, attacking, napping and removing hair all over.
Going to the vet is NOT fun so PROTEST VIGOROUSLY!
Human hands are designed for petting, rubbing, carrying, and scratching cats.
Investigate EVERYTHING, EVERWHERE, and ALWAYS!
Jumping from various heights without knocking stuff down is a talent, but if something breaks find the nearest human and love them to death!
Keep claws sharp by scratching a variety of materials, furniture, walls, and floor coverings
Leave gifts for humans to help them feel loved-like dead animals; prove amazing hunting skills and keep them in line.
Messy meals and litter boxes aren't allowed but if there's a dog around and something else happens, use the scapegoat ploy(with innocent look thrown in).
Napping 80% of each day is essential for physical and mental health so don't skimp.
Owning humans is an important responsibility; play, snuggle, entertain, keep happy but avoid hissing off at them!
Purring while snuggled and gazing up at humans will delight and make them easier to control but be careful one doesn't become too attached and lose control.
Quiet meows, a sad look, waving a paw while one is on their back playing helpless makes upset humans happier
Remember, don't be nasty for life can get MUCH SHORTER.
Staring out windows while planning on ruling Earth or torturing lesser species is awesome; so practice!
Tongue drooling or hanging out is for dogs or dumb felines; awesome cats tuck it in.
Until further notice: all humans from youngest to oldest, need training to serve the Master Cat race.
Viciousness is forbidden; cats acting so get ranked lower than a puppy...forever.
When choosing napping spots remember, size IS important; where tiniest or biggest humans sleeps IS the perfect place.
Xanthouse is just one color cats appreciate so experiment redecorating the home while exploring.
Yikes, if litter boxes fill up it means new pooping piles must be left elsewhere like planters, closets and bedrooms.
Zits, bug bites, other sores, or just plain dirt- humans lack an adequate tongue and need professional tongue licking help!
Copyright © Kathleen Callaway
The Scent Of Love
welcomes all eager lovers
Into the midnight rove
Presents the mystery that one
Gives Taste to the tasteless
scent of Lovers
Springs with a bold attire
To conquer hearts that seek
Just for another grand desire
To burn the chains that held us
captive for too long.
Under the feet of dark empire,
Of despots with a wretched
Screaming from flaming hot
Their madness disregards all
that is soft.....
Now listen! Oh you eager lovers
Come catch the scent of love
The infinite sweetness enamors
Hot sweet lips of jovial
Copyright © Triston Ross
A man sits by a fire, No life partner, or companion besides his beloved cat.
The cat he calls Mr kittles which is loving and gentle and has kept the man sane throughout the years.
He still remembers the cat as a kitten crying and meowing for food and being scared.
The man remembers tending to the kitten and getting a sense of fulfillment and meaning to his life although hes depressed and has no meaning to live.
From kitten to cat it gives him the motivation and love.
Everyday the man feeds and waters the cat and sits on his chair and pets and listened to the sounds of a comfortable purr from the animal.
Days go to years and the youth full cat is old and brittle showing signs of fatigue and loss of life.
The mans fear of losing his cat is coming true.
Hes been dreading the day he will lose his best friend and companion.
Everyday the man pays more and more attention trying to get in those last pets and whiffs of the cats fur.
For the man doesn't know when the day will come so he is scared and must Cherish every moment.
Life is a very sacred thing and should not be taken for granted, He cries solely every night fearing the worst.
How will he cope and what feelings will come upon him with the cats passing.
He knows he might not have the strength if his best friends leaves him behind!
The day has come the car is terrible sick and the man knows what has to be done. He takes the cat to the vet and they lay him down and hook up the IV.
The mans heart beats, palms become clammy, the mind rushing with an controllable thoughts of sadness.
He stares in to the cats eyes as they dimmed and shut, the man starts crying uncontrollably and pets the cats head and tells him he loves him.
After this the man goes home sits on his chair and an eerie feeling of not knowing Ur fellow friend wont be there to comfort you comes over the man.
The grief is to strong the man starts drinking heavily and takes his own life.
I Wrote this pretty quickly its like 4am I couldn't sleep.
Its funny the story above is based loosely on me and my cat.
He sixteen years old Ive had him since the fifth grade and hes always been there for me.
Sleeping next to me I love petting him and smelling his hair.
I got real close to this cat after my divorce.
He real sick now and you never know life comes at you quick.
So make good of your time and to the people in your life
Copyright © steven pineda
I once had two cats
They set out to chase rats.
They both were white as snow but would not know.
For they love the mud.
Each was unique in their way.
Ping and Pong were their names.
One had six toes and the other had seven.
They loved to go to bed by eleven.
When the coo clock would strike.
They would attempt to catch the bird.
As their last game at night.
Two Cats strange indeed in the funny way.
When they chase the dog down the street.
Copyright © Harold Hunt sr
The great cats are divine,
they might lay like kittens at your feet
but they walk like masters of the veldt,
their rippling forms are a shadow, a dream,
to the breathless advance of the jungle steam
rolling over your heavily beating heart,
and they hear...
you might fear of the things they can hear,
things never meant for a human ear,
but your strong young lion is near...
and his purpose is clear,
the question is, what do you fear?
A powerful form that rubs at your legs
laying his mane on your thighs,
but never gaze deep in his eyes,
... don't assume you can tame
the most dangerous game
ever to frame the savanna skies.
Copyright © Athena Beauchamp
A black cat didn't exactly frighten Gavin
He initially jumped kinda lightly, Mom
Now, Ola Parsons quickly responds, saying
The ugly varmint wanted xeroxed yellow Zinnias
Copyright © Vernette Hutcherson
there are many birds
deer are ever where
they are beautiful
they love water
they love each other
they love food
Copyright © brian wood
When a soul is touched by love
A smile with watering eyes appears
Surfacing from the beauty from whence it is made of
Thus creating a joy that lives within our tears
When a heart is touched by love
Suddenly all of its chambers begin to open wide
Embracing the presence of their beloved
Allowing a precious feeling to come inside
When the eyes are touched by love
A ray of sparkle is seen in a warm comforting light
A light of spectrum one finds when entering heaven above
Only to have touched a piece of heaven upon an earthly sight
When our ears are touched by love
We hear a melody from a voice we heard once before
A song in trance that echoes a sound we only dreamed of
From a soul mate we have always tried to look for
So you see when we are touched by love
Suddenly the life within you begins to bloom
A heart is again opened inviting the beauty of-
What love gives to a life once filled with gloom…
Copyright © Triston Ross
How would you tame the beast of prey?
The eyes which you seek.
Will look in yours
with composure of your czarina.
With the silent hope
and need of your taut body
rubbing against mine
praying you feel the need of me.
Fear is lonely here.
For the I know of none...
Copyright © Athena Beauchamp
The Cat Lady
There was a lady in my town that had so many cats
She didn't know their name.
You would see her with at least 10 every day.
She would set food out for the cats and a mess of cats would soon be there,
The lady was old and she liked dogs too.
But cats were her only life she lived for.
The house is gone now and every now and then you will see a cat come from the
Where the House sat.
A kind old lady and a cats best friend.
Copyright © Harold Hunt sr
Surviving in the city
The dog stood on the corner, looking for the cat.
The cat was at the Warf side, behind a fishing vat.
The dog was known as Rusty, an Irish setter bread.
The cat was known as Sylvester, he finds what people need.
The dog needed him a playmate, so he could plant some seeds.
For that the cat demanded meat so fresh, that it simply bleeds.
The dog had marked a hydrant, because the dog was late.
He also do-doed on a lawn that led to someone’s gate.
The cat found that disgusting but Rusty paid his price
So he watched for lady midnight, for she was built real nice.
Lady midnight came up prancing, her tail all in a swish.
He took her for some meatballs, Midnights favorite dish.
Sylvester ran it down, what Rusty had paid for
Her cut would come right off the top, and there was nothing more.
Lady M agreed that she was in that day.
She took a bite then licked her lips and they were on there way.
When Rusty meet with Midnight, she wouldn’t take no sass
If he would get to close, she swished her hips and knocked him on hiss ass.
When Rusty got his chance, he was off before he’s in.
She winked at sly and said to rusty, I hope we meet again.
Everyone was happy, even Rusty wasn’t sad.
The edge he had was ended and he didn’t feel so bad.
Now ain’t that oh so pretty, their life there in the city.
Where Sly and Lady Midnight, finger popped to do-wah-ditty.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina
Awoken by sudden flashes of painted bricks slipping into my skin
I hid inside the newly bare nail beds
chewing on carbon copies of myself
my teeth clicked
scrubbing the rythm and blues desk
and pipping hot yearning
blistering essence corrupting hard structured cores
fallen by melted desert
clinging like sizzling frying pans
I collapsed into tearful sheets and darkened plastic bags
that carried soley ripping ribbon
hands clasped together
echoing like wooden side walks and sinful unconscious
I ripped my way to you
Awoken by the drone of thoughts
the pounding of conditioned objects
the buzzing of lustful mosquitos
I dreamt of dead mothers
cherry sweet lips
and cutting hair (‘She broke your throne and she cut your hair’)
awoken by the brutal honesty of distant angelic tones
by the cool whip of digested experiences
and possible regurgitation of them
pushed and shoved
by bath tubs
sinking in awe of the purity found in nakedness
bareness of skin
and glistening brown thighs
I crouched in amenablness
yeilding to walls lost in water droplets
leaked from creaking pipes
Scornful You are
full of scorn and scones
Sinful and depraved the backyard had no sun
spinning twirling I sat int the candlelit closet
broken and catergorized
as something unearthly
I awaited a misguided bus tour
and dirtied dresses
and bashful grins
bashfully you grinned
whispered in corse voices we spoke of the age of romantisism
dressed in corse skin you said
you can not undress your skin
caked in muddy love you whiserpered,
‘if you sit on the floor you’ll get dirty’
I spoke of my lifetime and you of yours
I bathed in milk last night
beside corcodile thumbs
and removed my hair like skin
against rubber texture and lascivious lips
(which seemed to only have significance because they belonged to you)
I croaked on about cleanliness
and the tippity tap of shoes became quite unbearable
the shiftiness of internalized relations became so apparent
many seemed to be alone
heaviness weighed down
and the scent of ciggerettes was a force of beauty
and desginated generations
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Suckle upon my blood
The back of my head is hot like melting wax
Outside the wild animals roam
crouching puncing thrashing
Must we join them?
Copyright © Julieta Salzano
A beautiful day in Ayr
Because its so breezy and fair
Chasing seagulls and sand in my hair
Copyright © jimmy mccurdie
I like to eat stuff
I'm not very buff
I think i'm pretty tough
My doctor says my health is pretty rough
My girlfriends name is muff
I hate her
She always calls me fat
Even though her face looks like a bat
My mom says i'm obese
I'm cheating on my girl with Denise
Shes pretty fat too
She likes mario and she hate the boo
Shes so fat you'd think she would moo
She even look like a cow
She doesn't have a left eyebrow
So you can say my life is pretty bad
My friends make me mad
You can say i'm pretty fat
But i love to eat cats
Its nothing personal
I just think its pretty cool
On pokemon i like to duel
Eating is my number one rule
So you can say i'm pretty fat
But i can say that you look like a rat
So watch what you say
Because i will make you pay
I like fishing on the bay
because i was so fat that i broke the deck
I almost broke my neck
I think i need to go on more healthy
My family is pretty wealthy
They eat a lot of butter
They like to use meat cutters
On my dogs
I broke my window with a log
I like singing songs
But i hate using bongs
I'm not like cheech and chong
Some say i got it all wrong
But i say they are a bunch of ding dongs
Most people hate me
I keep loosing my house key
In school i had straight D's
I'm not very smart
And i like to fart
I like to play mario kart
I tried playing darts
Most people say i'm a tart
Im a pretty fat man
I ate so much at mcdonalds that i'm banned
My diabetes is pretty high
I think I might cry
Doc said i might die
I just began to sigh
I began to cry
This isn't fair
I went and fought a bear
It didn't turn out good
I was going to win,well i thought i would
I was rushed to the hospital
I own a lot of cattle
I go out there and shoot one every year
I alway eat stuff with beer
But eh doctors would give me any
I was watching forest gump, his friends name was jennie
I need to loose some weight
But I'm at burger king so it'll have to wait
I need a bag of chips
But i need some dip
I wish I had a job
But I like to hang with my friend bob
Hes pretty dumb
Hes big bum
He owns a hen
He likes dating men
I need to stop hanging with him
Hes is a sin
But i don't want to be mean
I ate a baked bean
It tasted bad
It was pretty rad
I found it on the toilet
Spongebob said i soiled it
For christmas i want a baseball kit
But i spent all my money on food
People say i'm rude
But im not in the freaking mood
When i used to perform at concerts they always boo'd
I hate my life
I also hate my wife
I stabbed my arm with a knife
It hurt pretty bad
Im pretty fat
Copyright © Trash Boat