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The Fiddler's Cat

An ebon sky, darkness to light
Diamond stars, mosaic night
Bright lunar sphere of brilliant white
Floodlights a scene of will and might.
The Fiddler’s Cat, sips warm Bordeaux
Fiddle to chin, strong paw to bow
Rosin to bow on amber ice
Wide upward swing, long downward slice.
A rotund dish, the restless spoon
Race through the night below the moon.

Ah, Fiddler’s cat empties Bordeaux
Strikes violin strings, with Dante’s bow
He plays of sorrow, he plays for chance
As spirits soar, he plays to dance.
He plays of peace, he plays for hope
To love and trust, he plays the most.
Fading ebon screen, pale ginger sky
An exhausted shrug, a weary sigh.

A new ordinance decreed by spoon and dish
Keep catnip away when serving fish.

Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2012

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Fantasy World

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.

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2011

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My Bed The Synathroesmic Cat

oh lovely bed, dishevelled bed, 
warm and cosy snuggle bed
too nice to get out of bed
too big for one it should be shared

crisp clean sheets, to curl the toes bed,
pack of pillows for my head.
duvet to wrap around me, bed
wish you served meals, need to be fed.

coffee and toast make it a special bed
crumbs to lie on, isn’t good it’s said
best you throw me out, get a shower,
oh bed, can I sneak back in an hour, 

my bed I love you.

Penned 11th April 2013

Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS | Year Posted 2013

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From Life of a Cat

From Life of Cat

From life of a cat what can we learn?
Never have seen one wearing a sunburn
Our cat we do have that does exist
Seems to think he is a ventriloquist.

Took meow test and great grade he made;
To write poems even tried to persuade
Sweet and low chariot was met by a meow
And what I am about to learn no one knew.

In our house, cat has a humble place to live
Sufficient food and water to him, we will give
But when he wants to eat by himself alone
He likes ice cream served on a crunchy cone.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
So where is the cat poem contest at?

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014

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Meow Meow

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.

Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2013

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A Game Of Cat And Mouse

Oh my goodness! Did you see that???
A mousey riding on the back of a cat

Guess these guys have kissed and made up
Heard mousey yell “Hey! Giddy-up!”

Great to see them getting along so well
Mousey's relieved, as you probably can tell

Wearing a big grin from ear to ear
And Felix is enjoying it too, it appears

Remember this lesson from one time rivals
Really don't need conflict for survival

It's a whole lot better to laugh and have fun
Than face extinction at the point of a gun

So what did you learn from this little tale?
Enjoy yourself and drink lots of ale

You'll see little mousies and cats at play
Instead of killings on TV every day!

© Jack Ellison 2012

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012

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Skittles the Escape Artist

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 ~~~

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2013

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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


Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2014

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A Kitty-Cat Poem


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.

~Virginia Mitchell

Contest; Cat Poems ~~      
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~  

Copyright © Virginia Mitchell | Year Posted 2010

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Group Effort

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.

Copyright © karl marszalowicz | Year Posted 2013

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If the Box Fits --- Wear It

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

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2013

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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.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

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Tricolored Cat

Cindy the tricolored cat 'pon my soft lap sat
Just a gentle touch turns her purr on and sharp claws dig fast
A ferocious distant barking heard as it comes near
Cindy the tricolored cat sharp claws dig in scaring fear
Cindy cools her furry body by lying down
'Pon damp leaves cool from the moist earth ears perked listens for sounds
Constant, careful, considering every small move
The hunter feels hunted but always ready to improve  

Sponsor: Suzanne Delaney
Contest: The Synathroesmic Cat Contest'
A form of polter's measure rhyming couples with 12/14 syllable count

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013

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The Cat's Meow And Then Some

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

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2014

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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".

Copyright © Daniel Cwiak | Year Posted 2010

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"the old farm"

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!

Copyright © bill frew | Year Posted 2010

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A Perfect Pair

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.

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2013

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Rugby Shows Tricia Who's Boss

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.


Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Hide and Seek

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

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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Game Of Cat And Mouse

Oh my goodness! Did you see that???
A mousie riding on the back of a cat

Guess these guys have kissed and made up
Heard mousey yell “Hey! Giddy-up!”

Great to see them getting on so well
Mousey's relieved, as you can tell

Wearing a big grin from ear to ear
Felix is enjoying it too, it appears

Remember this lesson from one time rivals
Don't need no conflicts for survival

It's a whole lot better to laugh and have fun
Than face extinction at the point of a gun

So what did you learn from this sweet wee tale?
Enjoy yourself and drink lots of ale

You'll see little mousies and cats at play
Instead of killings on TV each day!

© Jack Ellison 2012

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012

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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....

Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2012

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The Cat Speaks

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.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Gender Study- Cat Calls

Tiring. You’d think they’d stop walking this street,
with all the men who do nothing but bleat.

Hopeless. When has a cat call succeeded?
You’d think they’d stop after they’re unheeded.

Heaven forbid I do not once call out. 
“Gay” (and much worse) the idiots would shout.

Goodness knows that I will never respond.
Who knows of more wretched men ever spawned?

How did this idiotic practice start?
It’s not the way to win a woman’s heart. 

Copyright © Brittany Reynolds | Year Posted 2012

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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.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Let the Cat out of the Bag...

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~

Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2010

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A Copy Cat

A Copy Cay

I no longer appeared to be a little tyke
Have started writing poems that I like
Would like to lavish in again and again
Should my bragging be considered a sin?

My poems have many great things to say
No matter how they are read or which way
They always can clearly be understood
And through all time will have withstood.

Around in my mind with new idea played
What if Pulitzer Prize material I had made
Them and one day became exactly that
Visited Queen in her palace where she sat.

I became distinguished and was delighted
Because by the Queen I had been knighted
Then sailed away in ship with much cargo
After copying poems of Christopher Marlowe.

All of the poems were appreciated and enjoyed
Even though other poets became annoyed
And all of them finally had been knocked flat
When they discovered that I was a copy cat.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

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My Simon - My Sam Bo

You entered my life when yours seemed grim,
affected lonesome heart on a chancy whim.

Weak and sick, you fought to justly live,
knowing indeed, you had loads of loyalty to give.  

Wiry - thick- gray mane crowned your debonair grace,
accenting strength and slenderness to your youthful face.

Fourteen years you honored our humble abode,
strutting whole backyard, showing off what you owned.   

Age griped your lean physique, riddled your body and soul,
deep down inside, I knew it was your moment to go.

One night you slipped away in the moon-less dark,
took my love - my first feline - but left your mark.

My sweet Simon - my Sam Bo, appeared by either name,
when you adorned my home, my life has not been the same…

Copyright © 2016 By Caryl S. Muzzey

Second Place Winner ~ "I Love My Pets” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Feb. 18, 2016


Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2016

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the cat who lived in a hat!

there once was a cat
who lived in a hat
for his name was pat
he lyed on a mat
but always in his hat
waiting for a rat
right beside him there was a bat
so when he saw a rat
he grabbed his bat
slamed the rat
but instead he caught a cap
and thats the cat
who lived in a hat

Copyright © chloe brooks | Year Posted 2007

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Oh, fickle friendly fearful feline,
ne'er a pet be so sublime;
playful licking leaping purring,
even while you're sleeping stirring.
Watchful with a weary eye -
careful cunning in disguise.
Our fussy flip and fuzzy friend,
we're thankful that you condescend
and bless us with your loving being,
though the dog is disagreeing.
We kneel before your regal paws
with which you shred and kneed and claw,
but with that warm and funny face,
a faithful friend we can't replace.

July 2013

Copyright © craig cornish | Year Posted 2016

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outside cat

the cat runs across the road
in search of a small toad

Copyright © karen croft | Year Posted 2012