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The Trolls Come Out At Night

Some cat entered my room one night I thought it was a ghost It smelled like something had just died But I must oblige my guest as the host I turned on the light and there it was An obnoxious opossum at best! Whoa! Forget my host duties, cous! Take the room—I’m an unhappy guest! I left the house with a shutter Before I realized I was heavily surrounded By cats on all sides, up and under The house they had all just rounded! In truth I was perturbed on all levels That I began to realize in horror That damn opossum had spawned these little devils! And tonight I must end this terror! I then ran straight to the kitchen Aware of the opossum inside If I give up the tuna and ditch um’ Perhaps I’ll escape this night alive The persistent cats scratched at the holes Those buggers—those meddlers! They could have been thieves—if not trolls! Their yowls would scare sumo wrestlers! Worst of all in this dilemma Tomorrow was grocery day There were no more cans of tuna All my fish had swam away! Somehow one got in And the rest came barreling through I ran toward my room to him The opossum looked so distressed and blue The little beady eyes pierced my soul And I knew from then on he was my friend He only meant to hide from the furry little trolls And escape a most pitiful end! I made up my mind at last And picked up my trusty broom Come on in—I dare yah tah pass! Ain’t no feline coming through this room! Glowing eyes burned with intent And the yowling grew loud as hell The little bullies think they can take my guest! They’ll fly like birds they will! That night was a battle like none other A battle I will proudly say I won I gained the friend of my life—a brother My pet’s a load of fun! As much as I love a neighbor cat They are a little scary as a race Thankfully a broom will push them back And put them in their place My opossum is a sweet little thing And I protect him with my life I’ll never judge a critter again Till actions bring it to light


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The Tiger Rock and Leopard Black

From the wood where coyotes play
Blackie cat came on a summer’s day.
Called seemingly, to fill the place 
where Rocky the cat lay dreaming.

A proud old tom who’d seen his end
Rocky had held it long at bay.
A Guardian was he of Mom you see, 
but when he passed she’d stay.

And he’d not leave till he knew
she would not be alone…
He’d found ole Blackie for her
to give them both a happy home.

Blackie and he had many a day
of lolling in the grass and sun.
But Rocky’s porch he would not share
that was for Mom and he the only one.

She feed them both, each to his own
and cared for both in kind.
Rocky’s plan, he was the man…
was to not leave her alone inside.

So, Rocky's sweet self sacrifice
of staying much too long
was blessed with painless passing
He died in Mommy’s arms.

Now everyday, ole Blackie comes
as Rocky told him too.
To keep his Mommy company
another Guardian true.

Still too frightened to come inside, 
Mom’s sure he will one day. 
And on that day they’d both be sure
that Blackie’d come to stay.

*Debbie Guzzi


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A CHRISTMAS STORY TOLD BY THE DOG

It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Patrol the house,
In search of that,

Which could cause harm,
To kith or kin,
Though the job is mine,
The cat is my friend,

So he comes along,
To help where he can,
And we have devised,
A workable plan.

He'll give the call,
If he sees something strange,
And I'll come a-runnin',
That's what we've arranged.

The war cry he gives,
Is a terrible screech,
And I have to admit,
It gives me the creeps.

One night 'bout this time,
A few years ago,
We thought we heard something,
Outside in the snow.

The cat crept up,
To the window sill,
And he gave a cry,
That was eerie and shrill.

The folks were all gone.
They were at church,
And up on the roof,
Came a clatter and lurch;

Then some strange old man,
In a funny red suit,
Came down the chimney,
With a sack filled with loot.

Without hesitation,
I was on the attack.
None of our stuff,
Would he put in that sack.

Back up the chimney,
He flew in disgrace,
And reindeer were running,
All over the place.

They took off like a rocket,
Swooped low and then high.
I swear that I never,
Knew reindeer could fly.

Some poor old lady,
Was out in the street,
Never knew what hit her,
It was reindeer feet.

Her husband stood staring,
In total dismay,
And they sing about her,
To this very day;

How on her way home,
From the church which was near,
Grandma got run over,
By eight reindeer.

It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Are on the alert,
But he won't be back.




(Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
(walking home from church on Christmas Eve,
(Ohhhh you can say you don't believe in Santa,
(but as for me and Grandpa --- WE BELIEVE!)

(Now you know the whole story)


For Last Fifty Poems Contest by Brian Strand


For DejaVu Christmas  contest by Debbie Guzzi


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The Witch's Birthday Bash Part 1

It was her big day, she'd waited a while
Her excitement was building, but so was her bile
She'd planned this party to the final detail
Invited all of her friends, she just couldn't fail

Picking up her new wand, she began to get ready
Her nervousness making her a little unsteady
She waved the wand and muttered a spell
That would make her hair look simply swell

But halfway through, she felt quite green
She mixed up the words and said something obscene
Sparks flew form her hair and set fire to her shawl
She leapt up in the air and let her wand fall

Screeching and cursing she danced round the room
Jerking so violently, she kicked over her broom
It shuddered before leaping high into the air
Knocking her over and into a chair

That would have been fine if she hadn't squashed flat
Her magical, but cranky, black and white cat
It meowed very loudly and flew into a rage
With claws and fur flying it went on a rampage

It flew at the witch, angry and wild
It's sleep now disturbed, it's temper quite vile
The cat landed squarely on the poor witches head
And digging it's claws in, it started to shred

The witch screamed quite loudly and stumbled right back
Screeching and pulling 'til she heard a loud crack
Holding the cat she looked down to check
And saw her new wand lying broken on the deck

Looking in panic at the defective magic stick,
Which was sparking and spitting out magical tricks,
She lifted her foot, backing away
But the cat suddenly panicked, abandoning the fray

The witch lost her balance and tripped over her dress
Tearing her stockings and hem in the process
She put out her hand to stop herself tumbling
And grabbed hold of the broom, still groaning and grumbling

Then the bell rang, her guests had arrived
Looking at the mess, she felt her hope dive
She'd had such high hopes for tonight's monster bash
She'd planned it for ages, made it quite flash

She went to the door with a tear in her eye
Her dress was ripped and her make-up awry
She opened it wide and beamed a feigned smile
But her friends saw through her attempt to beguile

They peered over her shoulder and exclaimed at the mess
Then looked back at the witch, she looked so depressed
"Don't worry," they said, "we'll help you out.
After all, that's what friendship's all about!"

The fairy waved her wand, the warlock cast a spell
It all seemed to be going exceptionally well
For a while it looked like the show would go on
But no-one had noticed the still sparking wand


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Cat

Black cat lays on low fence wall,
veiled in cover of night.
Spell broken by owners call,
evenings victims respite.


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Ugly Cat

                Ugly Cat

We have an ugly cat or it has us
That spends hours on a shelf along with dishes
Looks like it’s been run over by a bus
Did I mention it’s malicious? 

Kitty sits there with the plates in strict resistance                     
Thinking about how to become more cute             
It has no clue but contemplates existence
As we figure out its longitude and “attitude”

Most small creatures are sweet and cuddly
Not the case with this feline with its fatal flaws
It takes pride in being ugly
And with spare time, tearing curtains, climbing walls

We haven’t figured out the sex yet, of our pretty-less pet
Can’t get too near, it bites and claws our backs
It leaves wounds you won’t forget 
We’re not sure if it wears a dress or real fur of black

Ugly cat comes from a questionable lineage
We found it howling in an ally with no vitality
It stays with us, probably won’t reach old age
Lacking looks, will send it to an early grave, a feline fatality

10/08/14 Impress me with a poem (a poem, I haven't read yet) Poetry Contest


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My Cat, Motivation

My cat Motivation,
only moves when she’s attacked
by my old dog Ambition.
We keep him out back. 

My snake’s called Potential.
I’m afraid he’ll get loose. 
My turtle Confidence
is a lonely recluse. 

I had a hamster named Past,
But he bit me too much.
My goldfish, the Future?
Gone in a flush. 


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KITTEN HATER

KITTEN   HATER


To help address the  mouse problem
With which  the world is smitten  
(God knows, we have enough of them)
My cat has just produced another  kitten. 
The indiscipline of kittens is not welcome  -
They won’t soon catch a mouse,
The curtain climbing, table walking, and then some -
They just don’t care about the rules of the house.
And it’s like catching a pin cushion.
When they jump on me from the stairs in the hall.
It’s then I sometimes  get a notion :
I  wonder if mice are really so bad after all?


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Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.


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Cat Worship

Cats have always been with me
each in their own way 
has run my house, has run my life,
and worried me when they strayed.

White cats like Alice’s Snowdrop
or striped tigers like the Cheshire
Longhaired Coons from Maine
Now those really are a treasure!

Long whiskers speared the dust bunnies
underneath my rumpled bed’s shell
and they found my missing sock
but they would never tell.

My Pixies paws smelled like popcorn!
Her tummy fur was sweet and long
I’ve heard folks have spun yarn from it
which kept them very warm.

I dream, of black cats I have loved
and tortoise shell “money cats”
I’ve thought of them as babies BUT
They didn’t think much of that.

I’d rather have a cat with me
For the rest of the life I’m given
Oh please give me one more cat
before I leave for heaven.  

Dedicated to the Cheshire Cat in Alice


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Christmas Joy

Early one Christmas morn
my eyes flew open wide,
found no gifts under the tree
so I ran to look outside.

Everywhere, on the ground
lay mounds of fluffy snow
and parked right in front,
topped with a big red bow,

was my trusty old wagon
full of presents galore.
Four eyes peeked out and
made my emotions soar.

Two furry little playmates
to fill the hours of my days
full of love and amusement
with their wild, playful ways.


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She Doesn't Know She's a Dog

Her name is Apogee Sausalito,
she is tiny, feisty and black;
when she romps with Tricia,
she thinks she's a cat.

The crafty feline hides
on the dining room chair;
'round and 'round the table,
the dog circles her there.

Behind the tablecloth,
the cat keeps watch;
reaches out with her paw,
and gives S'Lito a swat.

It's a game they both love;
each day's regular routine,
we enjoy their frisky antics
with morning coffee and cream.


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Sitting On a Bench

Sitting on a bench by the window at night Playing with some flowers that happen to be there She looks out the window, enjoying the sight Neon light shines on her from the hotel that’s near A black cat jumps on her lap, covers the flower Purrs loudly, takes away the silence that’s no more She pets him, continues to look out with power Mood is created something she feels in the core The night, mostly quiet, with a crushed flower And a purring cat laying on her disturbed lap Seeing the flashing neon sign by the bower Is enough to bring peace while she takes a nap Her tenderness was shown between all things there Her eyes dropped quickly while the mood did broaden Calmness was all over the place and in the air She loved her life and all the perfect things within
Russell Sivey


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CATS

I've had cats for all my life,
Can't seem to do without one;
Mischievous and filled with love,
Curious, coy and winsome.

Gentle, quiet, patient things,
They try hard not to bother;
But when they think you now have time,
They're in your face and cover,

Your book or papers or whatever,
You are trying to read,
"You're still at last so pet me now,
You really must concede;

For you've ignored me all day long,
And all day I've waited,
Now cuddle me and scratch my head,
And I will be elated."

They seem so self sufficient,
So quiet and aloof,
But they really long to snuggle,
And be close to us in truth.

To me a cat is such a love,
That when all's said and done,
You really need one in the house,
It's just not home without one.

                                           Judy Ball

And when a cat really loves you they bring you "wonderful gifts" and lay them at your feet.
Usually something they caught and killed but it's a gift of love none the less.
Mine brings me dead mice and birds. (gross)
But he does this because he loves me and wants to give me something nice.
To him, that's nice.
You gotta figure on the mentality you're dealing with.
He's a cat!


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Flying Fur

He sits poised with head down
then springs forward to attack
The rug becomes littered with
tiny tufts of white, gray and black
as fur flies.

They roll around in a tangle
kicking each other in the head
She’s older and more experienced
he’s younger and stronger instead
and the fur flies.

Her beauty draws him like a flame
he keeps coming back for more
They go barreling down the hall
and crash into the door
as fur flies.

She’s cunning, clever and quick
he’s fun-loving, handsome and bold
They seem to be evenly matched
Their tussle is fun to behold
as the fur flies.

Hair on the sofa
and the dining room chair
illuminated by sunlight
floating in the air 
the fur flies.

We love them anyway
and keep the vacuum nearby
Sweet William and Petunia
sure-footed, impulsive and sly
whose fur flies.



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Protecting the Helpless

Three years running, she came
and diligently built her nest,
sheltered from the wind and rain
in a spot she thought was best .

Yet there's one regrettable flaw.
Placed four feet from our door,
built of mud, fluff and straw -
this year, the same as before.

Does expectant mother not know
she's gambling with babies' lives?
Two eager cats live just below,
watching with greedy, shining eyes.

For most of earth's innocent few,
danger lurks on every hand,
unless there is someone who
takes a clear, protective stand.

The cats are quarantined inside
till baby birds fly on their own.
When that day finally arrives,
another cycle - here and gone.


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Bedeviled

 


So innocent was the little kitty,
Who came to my door that I took pity
On this helpless little thrown away.
I vowed he would see a better day.

Boxes of litter and bags of feed,
A covered box for this cat in need.
Then it’s off to the vet to be rid of fleas,
Ear mites and other such pests as these.

I laid out quite a big roll of money,
And then what happened you might think funny.
The cat after seeing that big outlay
Knew that for sure he was here to stay.

That rascal did a big turn around,
The naughtiest cat that ever was found.
He gnaws on my feet and pulls on my gown.
Pulls every page of my manuscript down.

He chews and scatters it on the floor.
And doesn't care if I rant and roar.
Every low table has been denuded
And every houseplant has been uprooted.

He’s broken so many breakables
And my lingerie pieces are takeables.
My arms and legs are covered with scratches.
My clothes will soon be full of patches.

He likes to play with collectables 
And taste of my delectibles.
No surface so high that he can’t reach.
No law of the house he doesn’t breach.

He knocks over lamps just to see them shatter,
But somehow it really doesn’t matter,
For the truth is I am really smitten
With this adorable, bedeviling, lovable kitten 


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He's of Zero Worth

(I'd Pay a Million)

He's an ordinary gray, long and lean,
relieved by ashen whiskers and chin.
A perfect white 'V' marks his breast
and one snowy paw mocks the rest.

What is he worth to this old friend
when dozens can be had of his kind?
Some are more worthy of love and trust
and others are spared his hoary crust.

But daily I treasure his sweet purr
and gently stroke his ordinary fur.
I rest my eyes on his rangy form
and rue the day when he'll be gone.






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SMOKEY AND THE BLUE JAYS

                                             SMOKEY AND THE BLUE JAYS

As a child I had a cat,
A big black cat named Smokey.
Since I couldn't say his name,
I simply called him Pokey.

He was my cat, I loved him so,
A lovely big black Persian.
My daddy bought him just for me.
He thought he was a person.

He was a cuddle kitty true,
Whate'er I did he tried;
But though he was so sweet and cute,
He had a darker side.

He liked to sit and watch the birds,
As they frolicked in the yard.
A nest was in the lemon tree,
And mom and dad stood guard.

Then one day the cat got out,
And climbed into that tree,
He was after baby birds,
Hidden 'mongst the leaves.

Suddenly the sky grew dark,
As Blue Jays flew in rescue,
Calling more and more to come,
And hundreds more accrued.

Smokey was knocked from the tree,
Fur flew in all directions,
As Blue Jays dove at him enforce,
He ran home for protection.

My mother opened wide the door,
As Smokey ran inside,
Bleeding from his many wounds,
A vet trip was betide.

He never climbed that tree again,
Just watched beside the window,
As birdies frolicked in the yard,
He nursed his shattered ego.

So tiny and so delicate,
As here and there they flew,
But formidable and deadly,
The kitty mused, "Who knew."

                                             Judy Ball


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Golden and Gorgeous

Just over four years ago
A question was asked
Do we get a pet
And answer our ask

So we consulted the kids
As they gave us choices
For in our family
We listen to voices 

A cat would be nice
But sadly not
As we have asthma in the family
So a cat was not sought

No bird or rabbit or even a fish
Was in the thoughts of our children's wish
One thought, that did spring to mind
A breed of dog of the most beautiful kind

They are small and cuddly
With different colours of coats
But the one we went for
And we forever dote

His name is Digger
Which is his Pedigree name
He is a Golden Cocker Spaniel
From dog show fame

Through good days and bad days
He is always happy and playing
Our most delightful pet
Who treats all days the same


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Change of Heart

Has the mouse now left the house
Or has the cat attacked?
As now it’s quiet in the night
And I wish to go for snack

But, there on counter is the sign
The mouse was not too far
In fact I see the darned critter
Behind that mason jar

It looks so huge, but so deceived
Enlarged through looking glass
Oh, come on cat, get off your butt
Before I kick you in the …wait

I think it’s gone, yes from this world
It lay there ever still
I’ll go and clean it up, just now
While now I have the will

But, there a twitch, oh my it moved
I think it’s still alive
I cannot move any closer to it
Until I’m sure it died

But then I’d feel so evil
I cannot see it pass
I must go save the little guy
Before the cat gets it, at last