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My Cat

I love my cat.

She has 4 legs 

and a tail 

and nice ears 

and a cute little nose.

She is gray with black stripes.

Her eyes are kinda green

kinda yellow.

I don't know what colour this is?

Her name is Bast.

This is the name of a very pretty cat goddess

who lives where the pyramids grew.

When my cat is happy she purrs.

So do I.

My cat is soft and warm.

My cat likes to eat food.

Right now I am feeding her special food for young cats.

She likes this better than the last stuff.

She eats all day long.

I do too.

If I become fat

or she becomes fat

I will cut down on our food.

My cat also likes to drink water.

So do I.

I got rid of her cat bowls.

Now she uses the same bowls I do.

I think this makes her feel extra special.

When my cat wants to play outside

she meows and scratches at the door.

This is how I know if she wants to play outside.

My cat poops in the neighbour's yard

so I don't have to clean her litter box too much.

I love my cat.

If I was a cat I would marry her.

We could have a honeymoon in the park.

I would dance around

and watch her climb trees.

At night my cat sleeps on top of me.

If she moves around too much

she wakes me up.

This makes me mad.

But she doesn't care.

She just looks at me.

And looks at me.

Then waits for me to fall back asleep

so she can sleep on top of me some more.

But I still love my cat.

Very much.

Even if she makes me mad sometimes.

But only now and then.

She creates far more happiness than anger.

I suppose this is how it is for some married couples?

Cats are great.

I wish more people had a cat like mine

because then everyone else would be happy just like me.

One great big happy world

filled with peaceful thoughts instead of so much pain and war.

I hope she lives a long time.

When she dies I will get another cat

because they are so nice.

And when I die 

I will meet all of my cats

up in heaven.

I love my cat.

And she loves me.

Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner

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For Felisha Cat

You walk through my thoughts
With the same sure-footed command
You walked through the house.
Your pitter-patter of feet
Pounds like a drum in my head.
No bowl in your special corner...
You thrive on the meat of my mind.
No wrinkles on my bed
Where your purring body slept...
Just my heart, crumpled
By the weight of your absence.
Gold-green eyes
That flashed warmth like a smile
Now bring hot tears
To my eyes in remembrance.
My lap is empty and cold...
It cannot hold memories
Full and warm, 
Alive with your image 
And the comfort you were.
You walk through my thoughts...
And the pain of your footprints will pass.

© Sandra M. Haight
    First Published in Cat Fancy, October 1984

~1st Place~
Contest: Animal Poem
Sponsor: Regina Riddle: Judged 9/30/2014

~7th Place~
Contest: My Pet
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 09/18/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight

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Wake me up when Halloween ends

Jack O Lanterns illuminate the dark cold streets Witches, ghosts and ghouls playing trick or treat causing mischief when they don't get any sweets but real monsters lurk amongst innocent disguises The night they found SPY still makes her palpitate Motionless he lay - his nine lives had come to an end Brutally murdered, just because he had black skin Noose to the neck - suffocating him until his last breath Nefarious demonic juveniles behaving like sadistic cowards took away her beloved pet and faithful companion When October comes leave her to hide away in solitude in a dormant slumber - wake her up when Halloween ends Keep your cats safe in Halloween.. The Silent One 23 October 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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Choc A Little Or Chocalate With Kittens

            Choc A Little Or Chocolate With Kittens

Warm sweet chocolate, creamy smooth
Cools off in aluminum baking trays
Laid out on the kitchen table on display
Gentle little paws dip cautiously at first
Test the gooey surface
Kittens waste no time, become immersed in brown sauce
Soft fury white things, warm pink bellies, pounce
Jump at the chance for mischief in the deep sweet 
Roll around in chocolate
How neat!
Kittens lick their paws; make cute mew sounds with tiny lips
Unable to make mature meow inflections yet
Mother cat watches, stretches in a yawn, meows back
Helps them to master their language skills with another “meow”
As they mew some more, prance about, turning another color

Copyright © Earl Schumacker

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Family on the Rocks

By Carolyn Devonshire
casting my line from a rock jetty sad, high-pitch cry I hear glance around, see no one cast again but the cry echoes as if reverberating in the rocks fishing pole I lay down now searching every crevice suddenly a wee feline springs forth mewing alone atop the stone from where she emerged, I look down a litter of six cradled by their mama so thin the mother cat appears no food nearby and tears fill my eyes return to my cooler, retrieving three trout place them in the cranny mama cat meows softly no thanks were needed feeding frenzy begins for the kittens mama cat remains still, but purrs providing nourishment for her clan more important than feeding herself wish the brotherhood of man could learn from mama cat cries of hunger go unheard
*Entry for Michael’s “Sounds of a Cry” contest Based on a true experience

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire

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Jack the blue-eyed Peter cat (revised)

The pendulum swings
(Left to right)

Zenith approaches
The vortex opens up…

With head spinning
My spin is heading
Towards your light
On the coattails of a watch and chain…

Tumbling down the word hole
Collecting words,
From the wall of air
That surrounds me,
To consume later…

Too much later
As quixotic adventures
Tilt me away from my pen
And images of you burn ever deeper
Onto the backs of my eyelids

Am I losing you?
Am I losing me?
Do I exist?
Did I ever?

It seems I am always risking
My life
My love…

The roulette wheel
Catches my fall…

Still spinning
I follow the white star
Onto the red
Where the tinker rings her bell
Smiling a Cheshire smile
Holding a blue-eyed pill in one hand
And a red-headed pill in the other…

The blue’s stare
Pierces my heart…

The burning flames of the red
Kiss the bleeding desire of my lips
Dissolving on my tongue

I am afraid to open my eyes
But, risking a glance downwards
The insane grin on my mad hat
Slips to cover Dorothy’s red shoes
That Alice stole from Robin
In Sherwood’s green forest

Now I am calm
As I enter your wonderland…

Melding with your mind
Dancing with your spirit
Swaying with your rhythm
Embracing all that you are

I am holding you so tight…

As the tears roll down my cheeks
The pull of never land
Tearing me from your bed of white roses
Back to the thorns on my bed of nails…


(Right to left)
The pendulum swings

Copyright © Nigel Fawcett

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For the Kids---A Funny Cat and Dog Tale

As the 

came buzzing by
to rest and munch
and eat his lunch
and have some fun
on the hound dog's 

The old dog
without a clue
in the noontime heat
of the August

by piles of leaves
in dappled shade
of the apple tree,
where an apple fell
and the flies said "yum"
and the bees would hum
and the dog would yawn.

So lazy
he won't
fetch a stick,
or scratch his neck
or care a lick 
about a neighbor's cat,...

That ornery
will prance around,
will tease and taunt
the weary hound,
who naps so sound
dog- day

Hound has no pep
to take a step
to chase
or race
that snooty 
smugly rubs
against his back,
and sticks her nose
up to his snout,
sticks up her tail 
sashays about.

He hardly cares
that she is there.
She preens and cleans 
her own black spots,
She stares at him
he stares right back,
with one eye open,
one eye shut

He'll stretch a bit
and scratch a lot 
but it's too

not a lie.



Copyright © Carrie Richards

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Cry-Baby Cat

Cry Baby Cat, was a stray that turned up wailing outside our front door. We never turn down a stranger in town, especially when clouds have gathered to storm. Beginning to pour, I opened the door, and we welcomed him in, as the thunder began Well, he shivered, and wailed even more! His coat was all wet, like a little drowned rat so I dried him, the best that I can. We fed him a bit, and settled the cat in a box, filled with blankets, within. Found a new litter box, and tucked it away not far, where the kitty would stay. We turned off the lights, but the thunder and fright scared the cat, and he soon disappeared ! Right under our bed, while poking my head 'neath the spread of the bed, I said "Here, kitty, kitty"... and my heart had such pity, for the poor little fit he was in. And that's how it began, scaredy cat had no friends Till we fell head over heels till the end! He was just a cry-baby....., and although we said "maybe" he picked us back then, as his kin
________________________________________________ For Francine's Contest: Beloved Pets 6/18/15

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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not me two cats and a mangy dog

the rain fell 
dogs and cats
was late in coming
rolled over in bed 
played dead

until a red 
long haired cat
named Fred
on my head
and my face 
turned red

then a stray 
mangy yellow dog
named Yellow
decided to play 
with me
chased Fred away
and decided to stay

his body heat 
was hot
and I rolled over in bed
until a cool fat black cat 
named Frank 
chased Yellow
outside to the riverbank

Frank the cool fat black cat 
started to scat 
at the top of his range
at the edge of my bed
his blues 
went straight 
to my head

then Yellow and Fred 
with guitar and bass
and played backup
to Frank
while I played the bed
to save face

it was all 
going swell
until my neighbors 
who didn’t like our chops
banged a different tune 
on the wall
and called the cops

they broke down
the door
and took away us four
along with our instruments 
less the bed of course
into a paddy wagon 
we sped 

it was in a cell 
with a cot
that we realized that we were hot
to trot
and started our prison band called 
me two cats and a mangy dog


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You are a Cat

You are a cat so cuddle like there's no tomorrow.
Sleep like no one is watching.
Purr like you're the King.
Stare as if you rule the world!

PS: This poem is dedicated for my cat Mingtos.

Date: 06/03/2014

Copyright © Klim John

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Dear cat,when old

Lurching yet graceful ,the old black cat sets off.
Slowly he circles the edges of the garden in joy.
In the car ,though still in a shut basket,
He always knew when we came to the turning of the road.
Was it the cherry trees in blossom,a scent
Or something we could never be aware of?
I would open his basket in the car.
He comes out and descends so carefully
Onto the pavement,then tries to bound up the path,
The long wooded back garden is his total joy.
He would sit watching tiny frogs in a deep pond in the sun.
No doubt he longed to catch one.
He once brought a robin indoors,
The bird was completely unharmed.
Must have been his gift to me
We released it later after its shock had worn off.
Now he can only hobble,
And soon, his thinness warns me, he'll be gone.
No cat has ever loved or will love like this cat,
A rescued, terrified animal.
His eyes say everything to me.
I look into their clear-jewelled greenness
I look into a deep,still glowing sea of light.
The last day,finally, all day,he's on my knee.
I say"goodbye,goodbye,Pussy".
And he's gone,just before tea.
Now the garden seems empty.
Love leaves a gap.
Love leaves us bare
Love leaves us stripped.
Yet Love is eternal grace.
A mystery of faith.
I believe.

Copyright © Katherine Braithwaite

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At 85, the old lady inches slowly
towards her living room
holding firmly to her walker,
her mind is sharp-as sharp as it's ever
Her legs have become weak
with age,
she can no longer see clearly,
any visitors who ring at her door;
nor can she hear them.
Her friends have all passed
leaving her alone,
the last remaining
"Golden Girl."

At 15, the cat sits quietly in
the doorway,
the days of chasing balls and 
imaginary birds
have long since passed.
Her body aches with arthritis
and her kidneys are failing.

Reaching her chair, the old lady
slowly lowers herself
careful not to fall.
She raises the footrest
and covers her legs with the quilt
she keeps nearby.
Seeing this silent signal
the old cat moves across the room
and, with great effort
jumps into her lap.

The two, having grown old together
settle into the familar comfort
that each has come to know.
A gentle pet on the head,
a grateful purr
they close their eyes.

Copyright © mary benim

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Cat Paws

Poetry drips from cat paws
Out of drowsy sonorous sleep
Through the green slit
Of a blinking eye
That alone shows a profound
Of environment, and world
Creeping up in its fawn colored grass
To pounce from nowhere.

This cat that I cannot surprise
Takes me like play rag
Toy or rat
In its dripping mouth
And I going limp
I have heard the dog moaning too
While she walks above the roof
Looking down with a subtle smile.
The dog curls on the mat
Ignoring the majestic movements
I cannot shake the claws.

Cougar slinking through crevices
Of boulders forgotten by flood
Puma leaping through the fluid light
Panther crouching
At the edge of night
Tiger forever burning bright
Lion in the caterpillar stage
There is a story in every rage
Cats cuddly cute unwind
Into vivid sheets, poetry dripping
From their tender paws.

Copyright © L'nass Shango

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a cat on the tree

A cat up on a tree.
Watching a dog barking crazy-
Looking up-
At the tree...
The cat laughing 
At the helplessness
On the ground.

The cat up on the tree.
A dog on the ground-
Unable to climb-
The cat a witness.
As the floods
Sweep away the dog.

The cat up on the tree.
As the dog is drown
In the water-then,


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Choices in the Jungle

     Set me adrift
     Turn me right around,
     That's where I'm going.
     That's where I'm found.
     Snakes to eat.
     Venomous, poisonous
     As all this retreats.
     Spines in the river;
     Sharp, hungry teeth.
     Pass through the darkness
     A clearing now nears.
     Towering waterfall, loftiest trees
     A Jaguar now glimpsed, into Jungle is seen.
     Turn me right around
     As rain clouds appear.
     The Waterfall.  Darkness.  Too few sounds.
     The others now listened, but I
     Near the Jaguar was found.

Copyright © Erik Spector

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Cuddle Babies Replay Memory

I remember the day Trixie died,
Sinbad staring out upon her grave.
No crying, just day after day, homage.

I couldn’t stand seeing the pain,
Nothing I did, petting, holding,
Could bring him away from the grave.

So down to the pet store I drove
Hoping for a partner to please
And found a pair of cuddles, babies

Arms wrapped together in play
One black one orange which should it be?
Orange like Sinbad or black?

But how could I take one from another
Leave another hole, so black and orange
Babies two, drew Sinbad back over

To sleep the peaceful sleep of cuddles
Warmth from another, held like a mother
Or held like a father, Sinbad was mine

Once more we could live in happy cheer
Death deserted from our midst
When the wonder of youth appeared.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper

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Goldie, my peculiar but beloved cat,
has certain affectations --
she prefers, most times, her own society
and shuns her housemates.
But, sometimes, she cuddles
or will join the others
to laze around -- in the living room,
the dining room, a hallway, or
in the kitchen.
An inside cat who, early on,
suffered the indignity of
"the operation,"
she asserts her independence
by darting into the front yard
when a door is opened --
and she pointedly ignores
any calls or pleas to come inside.
But when the door shuts
and no one is around, she is fearful,
immediately climbing up into the ash tree.
And there she stays
until I come to coax her down.
She may climb high up
and, finally, shakily manage
a descent to allow me to pick her up
and carry her back inside.
She never leaves the yard
but does enjoy ignoring me
when I am in a hurry.
She will dart about and run
from one side of the yard to the other.
For her, it's only an infrequent game.
And, as my treasured pet,
she certainly deserves to play
while testing the limit
of my affectionate, chagrined

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore

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Pink Kitty Cats

Cats all around
Playing with the yarn
So cute and pink

Copyright © Smail Poems

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The Black Panther Leopard

Silent, hidden lurking
In the quiet, empty spaces
Floating, ancient Insect;
Turning droplet hazy. . .
Moving, breathing knowing
Another feline faces---
Hunger, further paw marks
Corners there to brace me.
Climb up to a tree.
Jump, tear, and tether.
Hold-fast, breathing, eating.
Reaping other meanings. . .
Stepping; other traces.

Spiders, monkeys, murky. . .
Sniffing, darkness, pausing.
Toying other feelings
Elusive, resting purring.
Other paw marks near me.

Copyright © Erik Spector

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Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

Copyright © Bj Fard

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Rabbit Hole

Oh "darn" where did that cat get to ? 

Did you ever have that feeling. 
That you keep seeing something. 
Just like out of your vision of sight.
That cat will sleep anywhere. 
He makes me so darn mad. 

You know just like in that movie.
You know that movie "don't you" 
The name seems to escape me.

I'll be so late if I don't get a move on. 
I really must feed my Tom Cat first.
He is always disappearing somewhere.

I really must go,,, my tea party is waiting. 
I do wonder if the twins will be guest hosts. 
Maybe he's ran down that rabbit hole again.

He's always playing these sorts of games. 
Here you are , I have found you at  last. 
Silly cat ~ he was hiding under my hat. 

1  27  2012  fri,,, 11pm 
Poetry Challenge #12 on Temple, on another site, one of the guys always did  challenges, this one he put up a pic of Alice looking just behind a curtain. This was my take.     

Copyright © Debbie Duncan

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Starry Night

As I sit just looking at the moon.
And I wonder are there others
like me way up there.

I admire the sparkling stars.
That give light to the night .
Sometimes I think I could 
reach up and grab one.

Though I know not possible.
So here I sit and admire 
this very pretty starry night.

After all, I'm just a cat.   

Wed 3pm  7/ 10/ 2013 

my desktop has a starry night & cat looking at the moon

Copyright © Debbie Duncan

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Cat From Hell

Cat From Hell Back in the day a young girl married an older man. It was an arranged marriage. She spent most of her time alone in the house. Her husband worked and dranked a lot. One day she found a little black kitten, she took him home, fed him and from then on - he was her companion. She loved him, but her husband hated him cause he was always with her. He would kick him every time he saw him. The husband had already turned into an alcaholic. He did not work much anymore, so he would take any money that his wife was able to save. One day he met a wine taster and brought him home. Right away the man liked the wife and she liked him too. After that he would come over when the husband went out drinkinfg. Soon The husband's friend and the wife became lovers. one day the husband came home early and found them in bed. he beat them up, tied them to the wall, when they woked up, they saw that he was building a brick wall around them. He was burying them alive. The police were looking for the wine Taster. he was a famous man. They heard he was friends with the alcaholic man and went to his house. They searched everywhere. They went to the basement and saw that everything was very clean. As they were leaving - they heard a cat's MEOW and started tearing down the wall. The cat was there with his master. The man thought he had commited the perfect crime, but The CAT FROM HELL gave him away.... C/center> 09/20/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo

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My Beautiful Bride's

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A curious drop of orgone dusk; making way to peek amid the curtains...
Hush the breath rising in slivers of delight; a manifold cat crowing

With blood dripping from the vine; candlelight shadows and the clock chimes

Black rubies twined atop pentagon lines; vanilla incantations of silk desires

Parting red lips to stoke this fire; deep the moans bewitching cradle

Resting now the dawn which waits; within her arms love set ablaze... 

Nightfalls curious drop of time; beyound the curtains in that sublime

Whereupon her bosom it does lie; casting spells while taking tithes

In this my heart she surely knows; outside the window a proxic cat crows 
Aneath blood and blue rubies dripping from the vine; such silk incantations...

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...“My Beautiful Bride's” *

Copyright © sarah seraphin

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Jimmy, El Nopalero

Nopalero = one who deals with/sells nopales [edible prickly pear cactus leafs/pads]

Aiiiii, Jimmy --
what shall we say, now that you've gone,
worst fear realized:  your body discovered,
days later, in your filthy Mexican rooms,
amid the soiled papers littering the floors
reeking of cat urine and layer upon layer
of dried and fresher feces.
These feral cats were your most faithful companions.
You thought yourself their benefactor
and, perhaps, their savior.
We were told that, after your demise,
when the door opened, all 21 fled,
never to return.  You left us,
unbathed, smelly, shunned,
just weeks before your birthday,
having almost (but not quite) suffered
through 80 years, the last 30 spent
in bordertown Mexico.  You, daily, crossed
the bridge to claim your mail -- which (for a fee)
promised to guarantee that you would be a winner
of lotteries, sweepstakes, miraculous windfalls.
You subsisted on senior coffees at McD's, 
on your pitiful government assistance,
since you were unwilling to abandon your 
feline family.
You blamed your life on abuse by brothers
(all dead long before you)
and you could not understand
why richer acquaintances --
virtually everyone --
were unwilling to share with you
their bounty.
In the plazas, you were a familiar sight,
selling whatever you could:
you were "el viejo gringo," "el Jimmy," "el nopalero,"
and other less generous
(but, perhaps, appropriate)
You knew animals, had some expertise with birds.
Your chief preoccupation was yourself,
and your main complaint was that you
never got your just desserts.
But no one deserves to end
as you did --
unclaimed, a foreign body,
interred in Mexico
in an unmarked pauper's grave,
a "fosa commun."  You only wanted
to be loved.  RIP my friend; 
I did not mean to be unkind.
James Milford Pierson, 27 February 1934 - 2 February 2014.

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore

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Mythical animal
A single horn
From the center of its forehead
Beauty in its essence

Copyright © Smail Poems

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spilt milk - NR

  The little boy in blue, with shirt of silk
Caused Mary Tuppet to spill  her  milk
When  the cat came in to take  a drink
There was a rat stuck in the sink

So the cat ate the rat that was stuck in the sink
When it came  to drink the milk that was spilt
In the house the little pigs built
Mrs Hubbard dog chased the cat that ate the rat

That was stuck in the sink when the cat came to drink
the milk that was spilt  in the house the little pigs built
Then the big bad wolf bit the dog  that  chased the cat
that  ate  the rat that was stuck in the sink when the cat came to drink

the milk that  Mary Tuppet spilt in the house the little pigs built
Then a big brown bear chased the big bad  wolf that bit the dog that chased
the cat that ate the rat that was stuck in the sink when the cat  came to drink
the milk that  Mary Tuppet  spilt in the house that the little pigs built

Copyright © Joseph May

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Playful Day

The sun shone  brightly at last 
On this breezy spring day 
A  black cat stalked  a yellow bird in play,
As he stepped lightly across the fields of grass
 Covered with dew , Alarmed , the bird flew 
Leaving the cat with nothing to do 

The sun shone brightly 
on this breezy spring day 
As the mouse appeared suddenly 
through the field of  grass
And once again the cat turned to play 

Copyright © jim joyce

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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

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The Sole of a Soul

I am writing this poem about you!

It’s not an easy thing to do
because I don’t know you.
But I know there are billions
of people on this planet.
Some will die while I write this and
while you read it others will be born.
Most have two arms,
two legs, and two eyes
one heart, one brain,
one mouth to speak with.
We are all the same.
People are people but
we don’t think alike.
Some of us love each other,
others hate everyone;
most do both unequally –
we choose what we think,
and we think differently.

 You are the perfect subject for a poem.
You are the same as everyone
and like no other before you;
unique to yourself, exclusive to none.
You elude the common
and illude the extraordinary.

You are a homophone for the human race.
Are we not all homophones of each other?
A complacence to complaisance,
and effect to an affect, a tear to a tear,
the sole of a soul.
A homophone like you may be too
large a subject for one poem,
too complicated, too complex.

 So, I will write about my cat instead,
a car ran over him yesterday
he is dead; and I have, in my fridge,
a half can of cat food in a plastic bag
useless and taking up space
and there is no homophone for that. 

Copyright © Mike Samford