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Cat Mother Poems | Mother Poems About Cat

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Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) |

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 ~    
                       
              


Details | I do not know? |

Can you see mee,

Someone's mother
 A wife
 Your sister
 My aunt
 Beaten abused..
 Battered an broken
 Blaming themselves
 In the shadows
 Feeling invisible
 Some are lost
 Scars are there
 Wings sprout ..
 They fly
 Can you see me?



 This is my view of growing up around women abused an violated.
 By TG Green


Details | Burlesque |

Nose

He was sitting cross legged at 15th and Market

The  people would walk around him during the workweek

He sat chatting with his cat

The cat was named Mr Johnson and they were friends

The man had skin cancer on his nose in the form of a bloody mole

And there were days when he sat talking with the  Mole

The Mole would chastise him saying,"If your mother could only see you now."

"If my mother could see me now it would be a miracle,"said the man

The man's mother had been dead for over 20 years

The Mole loved to get his back rubbed but the man was tired

 So the Mole gave him the silent treatment

And  Mr Johnson reached up and scratched the mole

"You musn't be mean to the man or I will not feed you Mole."

The Mole apologized to the Man

The man decided to tell the Mole a story and cat would add parts

He always added parts

 

There once was a flower

'It stood near a Disco tower, "added Mr Johnson

Its petals were yellow

"All good moles  shout hello,"sang Mr Johnson

 

And the policeman was shaking the man and his mole

"Move along buddy."


Attempt at Burlesque


Details | Ballad |

The big cat roars


A big cat roared in the wilderness,
As the birds fled to the skies,
As the echo's of the thunderbirds
Be drowning out their cries.
As mad, mad man goes off to war,
And young men die 
Oh Lord what for?????

The dark green bird with the big propeller 
Be dropping off some fine young fellows,
To fight a mad, mad, war in tears
As anguished mothers face their fears.
As boys, some dying for leaders pride,
Be forced to thrust their souls aside.

The Romans march they off to war,
They're still with us, and that's for sure.
The Gulf, Iraq and Vietnam
Does anybody give a damn???
About boys dying in the night,
And who be wrong and who be right.?




Details | Haiku |

Haiku 5 - mournful cries, way of nature, flight into eternity

mournful cries fill the air
mother bird calling for its baby
eaten by the cat

mantis catches butterfly
I am sad: yet, that is 
the way of nature

loud feathered thud
- flight into eternity
deceptive glass pane


Details | Free verse |

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.


Details | Monoku |

Cat Nap

Already tiny kittens interprets love   Mother's voice purr-fect bond



For Leonora Galinta's contest, "Write Me A Poem...Picture Prompt ( cat and her kittens)


Details | I do not know? |

faces

WHAT YOU HAVE HEARD IS TRUE.  the night was like every other, different than the ones before. i was standing so still in the dark house.  father comes home from work, the bar; he is drunk. mother sits nearby watching his every move.  she was trained not to say a word.  stumbling around, he rants and raves.  i bring him his dinner as he flips through the channels.  he settles on a tv show, one he watches every night.  i back out of the room, trying not to draw his attention.  he mutters to himself about his job, NO ONE RESPECTS HIM THE WAY HE DESERVES TO BE RESPECTED.  BY GOD HE WILL BE RESPECTED IN HIS OWN HOME.  mother carries his tray away with shaking hands.  he notices her cautiousness and sneers at her back.  she is washing dishes now, glad that she is out of his view if only for a moment.  he calls me back into the room: he wants a drink and he wants it now.  the cat winds her body around my legs, making me slow on my feet.  i gently nudge the cat out of the way.  father notices and looks at me sharply.  he pushes me back as he gets up and leaves the room.  he walks to the kitchen.  i take over washing the dishes.  mother needs some rest.  he looks closely at the ones already washed and picks at some imaginary stain.  THESE ARENT CLEAN! he throws them to the floor; he sweeps the whole counter to the floor.  he empties the cupboards and pushes all the dishes to the floor.  i start to cry but a look to mother stops me; her eyes plea silently to be still.  i cant make a sound as father rants and raves about dirty dishes that are clean.  bowls and silverware are strewn across the floor; some make faces at me.  their eyes are empty and wide, mouths a jagged line trembling as he stomps across the floor.  he kicks a face and picks up part of its mouth; he throws a fork at me.  it lands with a sharp scratch in the sink.  i duck just in time.  water spills everywhere.  father storms out of the kitchen. i look down and see the faces on the floor; some of the faces are crying, some of the faces are laughing.


Details | Free verse |

Jackson, Back in Action

It was an early September storm,
Jackson the Pug, didn't have a thing to do
so he found an old comic book
about a Super Hero who wore a cape,

He climbed up into his favorite easy chair
and began to read,
or should I say,
look more so at the pictures.

it didn't take long however,
before Jackson began to get sleepy
he took a deep breath, and sighed
and fell into a comfortable sleep

Then he began to dream!

He dreamed of being on a roof top,
and he heard,a terrible noise from the alley below
he poked his head over the ledge and saw
A huge Rottweiler, had a Mother Cat and her kittens cornered.

Jackson, without thought, sprang into Action
down the fire escape he ran, his red cape
aloft, trailing him, with a circle with the 
Big letters SP in the center of it

The last landing, had a roll down ladder,
but Jackson leaped the last fifteen feet,
 Super Pug, Canine Super Hero took flight
In a flash, he landed between the Rottweiler and
the Cat family.

he quickly turned, and glared at the Rottweiler
and said" Large Canine Evil doer, I am Super Pug
you will leave these citizens alone, and leave,
or your fate shall rest in my Paws"

With this the Rottweiler began to howl,
" Little flea, it is you who will leave or,
I will eat you as an appetizer " another howl
as he began to inch towards Jackson.

"You were warned" snarled Jackson, "Now meet your fate"
Thwap! Pop! Smack! Howl! Smack! Thud!
Jackson moved like lightening, his cape a blur,
the dust settled, the Rottweiler was down and out

" Oh Super Pug" said the Mother Cat,
You're my Hero, and licked his face.
just then, Jackson woke up from his little nap,
with a blanket, just like his cape covering him!

With Janice Pug, his wife, licking his face!


Details | Rhyme |

Fluff and Stuff

Silly kittens made of fluff
Pouncing, sliding, snagging stuff
Butterflies that float on by
Out of reach but still they try

Rolling wrestling cotton balls
Soon so tired from their falls
Lying down with mommy purring
Not a kitten soon is stirring


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