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Buster, Miss Kitty and Tom

Miss Kitty Katt was famous in the small hometown of mine And Buster was the town dog -- never knew a boundary line. Miss Kitty knew no limits except those she had drawn Which included one she’d posted -- “All dogs stay off this lawn.” She made it known some time ago and everybody knew That no dog ever was allowed – they knew what would ensue. Buster and Tom were hangin’ out. There ain’t no doubt up to no good. Just out there strollin’ in the hood – Looked up and there Miss Kitty stood. Now Tom, he knew Miss Kitty -- and Buster was his friend. And he recognized the trouble they both would soon be in. Miss Kitty started hissing the way that mad cats do She had been here many times before and knew just what to do. She just made straight for Tom with fire in her eyes Anyone who saw her knew her hate was not disguised. Miss Kitty’s scream was piercing -- her intent, there was no doubt, They were walking in her yard and she meant to drive them out. Ol’ Tom he realized just what there was in store Since he had also been here many times before. It sure should draw some water that he was of her kind But all ol’ Tom could think about was savin’ his behind. Salvation soon trumped honor and Valor? --- Nowhere to be found. Tom quickly realized he had no choice – he knelt down to the ground Miss Kitty in her hissy fit soared right o’er ol’ Tom’s back. And Buster stood there helpless to handle the attack. What happened wasn’t pretty and Buster had no doubt This crazy maddened mama cat was there to take him out. Nothing could be said or done to change what was to be When Buster, with a side step knocked Miss Kitty to her knees. I suppose we’ll always wonder just what went on that day When Buster and the Tom Katt just went out to play The Morning News has brought up questions about this strange event Like how Buster got his broken leg and where Miss Kitty went.

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2012

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Family Grief Family Happiness

   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Burlesque | |

A Cat and Dog Love Story

One day their eyes met,
Two different creatures in one place.
Can't helped emotions,
Love at first sight embraced.

She's a typical pussy in town.
He's a dog who loves her meow.
They planned to live together,
And 'forever' they swore in the sky.

Cat and dog never tore apart.
They used to be together ,
Through sickness and flu arrives.
A fairytale love story ,no one could divide.

One day, dog needs to leave their home.
A call of duty in a far away land.
Cat promised to wait him no matter how long it takes.
And keep on waiting each day,
A promise still holds in heart that aches.

Days passed and no shadow knocks in door.
The cat fades her beauty and gloom.
Teardrops dried in cheeks as she slept.
Waiting for her dog to come home even late.

A patient cat never lose hope.
To see her half runs after her.
Barking the promise of love,
Caressing her pearly white purr.

Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Love And Pricks

I Love the elderly so full of history I love my generation who kept me a mystery I love the children who's future, now bright for I have died for them to capture the light for i understand pain more than ever once I released it the anger got better as it went away from the people and into my music without a single reason to prove it without a reason to let Love's light in I didn't, it found me and lesser I sin God and my father both let me know it would all be okay so very long ago even tho the road would be full of pricks even back then I'd tell them you can all suck my dick. -Bj Fard

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Cat On A Hot Tin Roof

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof 

 I felt my finger nails digging into his back 
What an intensified sexual moment 
I never knew that tears could roll 
Down the cheeks of a robust man 

he wept! he sigh! he came 
Again, and again and again 
was it a sportsmanship or 
an injury cat on a Hot Tin Roof? 

Copyright © Annie Lander | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku | |


The songs of endings:
lifeforms: the unintended
consequences king.

Copyright © Brian McMahon | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold

Copyright © Fierce Malilangwe | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse | |


Silent  In a cage,
No blanket for a bed
The little kitten 
Laid  by its food

The lights in the building
Lit up above the cage
The  sweet  little Cat
Asleep and alone

A man quietly came in 
The poor little kitty woke
The man approached and
The kitten spoke

The man held the kitten
And the kitten was happy
The man said, I want this 
One and he waited 

The people behind the counter
After a delay said no
The man left broken hearted
And the little cat sadly stayed

Will that little critter ever
Have a happy home
Or will it have to
sleep forever?

Copyright © John Long | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse | |

Nap Time For Kitty

As the kids sat around undecided and blaize…
A summer project was needed ever so badly today…
My crew wavered and together finally exclaimed…
They wanted a video and to make it spectacular this time…
Anything less than U Tube quality would be a crime…
So the kids ask for a poem about their favorite fare,
They wanted it full of a large quantity of action and flair.
And the topic they wanted, that warmed their hearts…
Were the antics of Dandylion the cat of our house.
So cat chasing and spying became a spectacular game…
As they watched the kitty pounce upon his little rag mouse.
Then he slid and he jumped as he ran through the house.
He attacked the dogs tails as he snuck up behind…
And he climbed to the window to count birds passing by…
Then he tried to jump on the counter as I made everyone’s lunch.
He had to eat first… there was no other way, than first…
Then later I put the baby down for a nap…
And surprise, surprise! 
I found the Kitty next to baby with 4 paws to the sky.

The video, music, and poetry would eventually come to be…
With the older kids stringing it together for me.
It was finally good for a lot of laughs…
As the kids all got copies for dear Mom and Dad…

But now let me instruct and suggest as all videos must:
Though many a one was happily surprised and beset…
No Animals were hurt in the making of “Nap Time for Kitty”...
Of that, you can bet...

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2011

Details | Epic | |

A Cat's Prayer Part 1

Hello God,

I sure could use an angel right about now. My time, at the animal shelter, is almost up & I am too young to die. My Mama wasn't spayed in time and she got loose one day, coming back pregnant. Let's just say her "humans" were not very happy; although, I guess you could put the blame on them. The "humans" were dumb enough not to get my Mama spayed in time (even though there are low-cost spay/neuter clinics available).

So, my Mama gave birth to a litter of six adorable babies, she tried really hard to be a good mother; but she was small and way to young too be having babies of her own. My Mama simply couldn't handle feeding her six innocent babies; she really needed some help from her owners. The "humans" didn't have time for nursing kittens; they were too wrapped up in their own lives (working,traveling, etc.). So, what did the "humans" do, they dumped my Mama & us kittens off in the woods (me and my litter mates were only 2 weeks old, at the time).

Luckily, a "very kind human" came along within a couple of days; just in the nick of time. Mama was practically dead and we kittens were not doing much better. The "kind human" took us to a foster home, where sadly our Mama died within a day. The foster Mom "human" nursed us on formula, using wee little baby bottles, until we were weaned at 8 weeks old. Our foster Mom then got us our first round of shots & put up notices that 6 healthy kittens were available for adoption.

My 3 brothers and 2 sisters were adopted quickly because they were not "black colored". In my opinion, they were very lucky to have been born a Calico mixture, just like our sweet Mama. I, on the other hand, was the spitting image of my Papa. Well, someone did come to adopt me, when I was roughly 4 months old (because, at the time, I was the only kitten available;they really didn't want a black cat). The people, that adopted me, considered black cats "bad luck" & were very nervous around me. Then again, I don't think they were really prepared to take care of a pet.

To find out what happens next, please read Part 2.

Copyright © Karen Ann Gagnon | Year Posted 2015

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A Cat's Prayer Part 2

The people, that adopted me, only kept me until I was about a year old. My so-called "humans" were never home enough & didn't understand me or my curious behavior. 

Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have chewed on the house plants or used the couch as my scratching post, but what was a little guy supposed to do. I didn't have a proper scratching post & my claws needed sharpening. I guess, I was a little over active and made way too many messes. I pretty much played with anything that wasn't glued down (like paper in my human "Dad's" office or my human "Mom's" jewelry).

It was not my fault, honest it wasn't; I didn't really have any proper socialization or proper toys to help me develop into a normal cat. My "humans" only gave me one mouse and I sort of chewed it apart within a couple of weeks (no replacement was ever given).

Then again, maybe my human "Mom" didn't like the presents I left for her at the bedroom door (just some small spiders and mice, I caught lurking around the kitchen/pantry).

Or it could have been the fact, that I am a talker & I was constantly "talking" to get their attention; especially at night, when they were trying to sleep and I was feeling a little lonely (it was also the only time they were home for more than an hour).

So, what did my "humans" do, they dumped me at the shelter's door in the wee hours of a frigid cold morning without anything to keep me warm, until the shelter workers arrived.

So, here is my simple plea for help. I am a year and a half old black male cat; who's been stuck in this animal shelter for half of a year & in less than 24 hours, I will be knocking on heaven's door; if you don't send an angel down to help me. 

All I ever wanted, my entire life, was to have someone love me & accept me for who I am: a very loveable, talkative and active cat. All I ever wanted was a "real" home filled with love, plenty of toys & tons of attention.

Why didn't anyone want me, God?

What is so wrong with being a black cat?

What did I ever do that was so wrong, God?

Well, I guess that's about it, God. Maybe, if you are really listening to an animal's prayers, maybe you could send me an angel to get me out of this animal shelter and maybe that angel can also find a forever home for me.

A Very Lonely Black Cat, Sitting In An Animal Shelter, Waiting For A Forever Home

Copyright © Karen Ann Gagnon | Year Posted 2015

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The cow did it

a fiddling cat in the middle of June
was thinking of having a meal
The music he played so enlivened the maid
That she dropped a dish and a spoon
First day on the job and a cat playing hob
twas an excuse she needed real soon
The little boy laughing was really too much
So the story she told was quite lame
On a high jumping cow she put all the blame
She had blocked out the light of the moon
So now we all know in detail and how
The dish ran away with the spoon

Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2007