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Details | Free verse |

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 | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku |

curiosity killed the cat

typed upon the screen
you let the words flow so free
thier inspiration

Copyright © karen croft | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |

What Did The Three Legged Dog Say To The Two Legged Cat

What Did The 3 Legged Dog Say To The 2 Legged Cat?

What an amazing thing to see by any eye. Two creatures on there way home, spoke as 
if they were from a war zone.

All though both were missing parts, they had tremendous heart. Cat, what do they call 
you? My friends call me 2 Blue.

Dog, what do they call you? My friends call me 3 paws.  It’s a pleasure to meet you. 
Same here 2Blue.

Are you curious? Everybody I meet seems to be.  Not really 2 Blue. What rights have I, 
to say whose whole?  Looks to me like you have plenty of soul.

Thank you 3 Paws; I would imagine you are quite a dog, with lots of heart and plenty of 

So, 2 Blue, what’s up? Seen any action lately? Not since the alley fight in 2002, when my 
back was against the wall, and I took a heavy fall.

What about you 3 Paw? What’s your story?  Well, it’s a lone one, but I like to keep it 
short. I was in the dark in 2007,  sniffing like I normally do, when guess who? Right! The 
Rockwilder Brothers jumped me.

While running, I slipped on some ice, and they weren’t nice with there bites

I agree, we all learned our lessons in life.  Something’s are good, and some aren’t so 

3 Paw, see you around.  2 Blue, I’ll be in town.

Dr. “G”

Copyright © Franklin Goode | Year Posted 2012

Details | Couplet |

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

Details | Quatrain |

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.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2012

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 | Acrostic |

Cat Nap

Crawling, furry pet 
Aggressive, yet so lovable
Trying to get any sign of attention and winning it 

No worries planted in their feeble brains 
Attractive and a clever animal
Pleasurable extra family member, always keeping me busy!

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |


I am scrolling down hill

Folding the pills

Elongating the tree's
and simplifying the breeze

I am a song to be played-
earlier than you might say-
in the day

When hearing is a complaint
and danger is delayed

But you are a spade,
to be wondered and craved

You are your own way

With the sing of the slave-
above the haze

Glazed with the betrayed

Honed in on like waves

So stubborn your gay

Holding on to the page

Don't you walk that way! 

Troubled little weaver-
always weavin' in and out of the days-
with your face,
and two others that may show you the way

So...Whenever there is game-
whenever you are just being insane

Two others can ring your ping

Scratch at your lawn

Ease your bickering fawn,
who is ages old-
cranky and yet cold

Shines like the rivers of silver soles

Wasted and bold

...Blanketing and broad like the system of the slots

Put in a coin so you can jog-
with your eye's,
and with your pogs

Fall to the floor,
while dude ranchers await cry's out the doors

Become single and slower

Dangerous like snow blowers

Manned by cats,
with fake joints hangin' in their lips crowin'

As they are growin'
and sowing

The stage is set to start goin'

But you stay all knowin'

With the people out there- asses a blowin'

(...) Like the sound of the tick was that on it

Like the leaper out of time was so subordinate 

You know you could have grabbed mine

You know about other ways to shine

But still you sit and grind

Sleep and unwind

Base your catches on other famous people's finds

... I dont't confide

I really don't try

I just hear god and ask about the water in the sky 

Why doesn't it come down on African pride? 

When they need it most? 

When we know 911 proved evil the most...

But sit here and boast

And you'll hear gods jokes

He's got what a man needs

He's got you underneath a sheet

So don't breathe

Just start running

Got the mustard? 

Pray for a plead

Because random people leave

While friends try and greet

An acre of land with animals and plants couldn't please

Even if they spoke the language, and cured the disease

Sorry if I sound meek

But pride comes when I'm done writing these

Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


In the little space in closet
Slightly enclosed
A cat have birth musn't she give up

Kittens alive all climbing their way to find a milked nipple 
4 healthy kittens , but one not 

Only hours alive 
Tossing and turning in pain in utter , helplessness. 
Meowing loudly in blindness 
Loosing heat with every twirl.
Red liquid in the lip..
Still trying to move ...vigorously 
"If you must suffer to such extent  , than please maybe it's  better for you to pass away ..." 
My tears sinking in the fur

Beautiful beige girl 
As big  as a heart to fit in your palm.

What to do now? Is the kitten  dying... how helpless could a human be towards natures pranks? 


Quick a jar filled with boiling water 
For Tiny  body to arise heat warm her 
 Interupted air way , tummy lifiting in slowmotion , take a powdered milk syringe leak , please do not wrick ..
 Meowing has quieten the kitten felt more comfy 
 Big cat refused to raise her. 
 The cat thought she would die

She still climbed out of the shirt she'd stay in .. strength from no where

 I must try 
 Give her to the white recover potion 
 If she drinks she might better function 
 Held her close to the source 
 Let's see what the fate chose.. 
 I begun to pray
 May you  kitten live a happy cats life .. now or later , may you stay my kitty forever. 


Then she grasped the breast lightly 
Weakness over her 
Then I had I had to somehow make  it go further 
Her instinct indicated her to suck . 
As the other's wanted to pull her away
I kept her there for as long as I can 
Tossed and turned the mother  did 
Licked her on the sleek
Finnaly  accepted her as her child.
Than the kitten fell asleep 
Than another attempt of milk.

Her face lines became pink. 
The skin under became pink
The restless motion became normal function motion
Sounding very cute
Pushes away her siblings as she keeps drinking  milk. .. 

Life  is a gift , 
All lives are equal. 
 Beauty in strength,  of an creature that has a yet unacknowledged world's stay.  

Yet life finds a way. 
Yet we must believe 
Maybe the life is yours but you must fight for it to hatch it's expiry date 
I hope you kitten will live. 
That's  why I named her Pia Hope 

In this  world giveth
Fate reaches 
Fate doesn't weigh 
Maybe it's for us to pass away , 
Maybe  it's for us to fight for stay. 

Always hope but never expect .

Copyright © Rozalia Polnik | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |

Me and My Cute Cat

Me and My Cute Cat

Always remember me and my cute cat
There together we both sat and sat
Against me he liked to rub and purr
And whatever else would occur.

Had laid on floor curled up in a ball
Saw him staring through shower stall
Was waiting for me to come out again
One time he even tried to come in.

He was my friend until the very end
Then to earth an angel God did send
Took cat to heaven so he could be
There forever through all eternity.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Limerick |


He wanted to kill his pussycat 
After it ate up his beloved rat.
Took it to the river,
Threw it, turned to leave her
Then suddenly had a change of heart. 

He dove right in to save the poor thing.
Never minding he knew not to swim.
The pussy swam away
To the safety of bay. 
Drowning, the young man started to scream. 

How he got out, only he can tell, 
Dripping and scared, like he was in hell.
Started the long walk home, 
Lonely, if truth be told, 
With a terrible sea-water smell. 

Hating his cat, and hating himself, 
He entered his house, just around ten, 
To see his pussycat
Settled on his brimmed hat,
Tending with care to its stressed out legs.. 

Copyright © Divine Inyang | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The Cat, The Cross And Open Tomb

There’s an obscure legend: that a snow-white cat climbed the cross to gently lick the wounds in Yeshua’s feet and climbing higher, the bruised, bleeding flesh of his left hand, then took up his vigil on Yeshua’s shoulder with his flank facing Yeshua's left cheek, and in his agony, the last thing Yeshua heard was the comforting, purring murmur of his mourner before he yielded up his spirit, surrendering his head to the warm, furry bosom of the greatest kindness he’d ever known.

Darkness crossed the land and the cat had disappeared, where, no one knew, though no one noticed him waiting atop the stone before the tomb when Yeshua came forth to greet that morning, and the first living One to touch him wasn’t Doubting Thomas but a purring, pure-white cat rubbing against Yeshua’s leg…

… the legend also says that his name was Iannos (John The Beloved).

Copyright © Wrulf Gunkl-VonGlashaus | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

The Cat That Got The Cream

Find your ambition
Your life’s mission
To make a difference
To feel passionate
Not to hurt
To feel compassionate
Don’t give in to temptation
Follow your own path
Consult your willpower
Always have a laugh
Whets your inspiration
Cling to your dream
Find the motivation
The cat that got the cream
You can be there
It can be good
You can be achieving
Just like you should
Put yourself up there
Respect what your about
If people don’t appreciate it
Let them scream and shout
You have to take the bad
Don’t lose your aim
It comes by the bucketful
Keep playing the game
When you admit defeat
When you finally give in
You’ve lost all purpose 
You’ve got to search within
It’s easy to blame yourself
It’s easy to blame the world
It’s easy to keep shouting
Until you think that you’ve been heard
But think about what your saying
About what it really means
Things aren’t as bad as you think
It’s not as bad as it seems
Stick to your aim
Stick to your dream
Find some inspiration
The cat that got the cream

Copyright © Kirsty Smith | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |

Cheshire Cat Smile

Both black and white
Kittens wearing pink
Mittens, sit playfully,
While facing the
Enchanted mirror
To their great surprise,
Those lovely kitten eyes
Witness a paper tiger
Appearing in the mirror
With a great big 
Cheshire cat smile
Then, asking, who
Are you

Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2008

Details | Quintain (English) |

A Cat to A Bird

 Age, You come to me as a cat to bird
Belly to ground with no sound heard.
Fangs so sharp claws kept keen.
You creep up slowly, yet unseen.
How poorly you treat me, evil and mean.

You weaken my sight; make it hard to read.
You are so selfish and full of greed,
You conspire with my mirror to lie to me.
Gone, my youthful face to see,
Gone the man I used to be.

Hair falls from my head, grows on my back.
My mind wander as thought I lack.
No place to hide, no way to win,
Surprise in my eyes is that of all men
Same look on the bird that the cat drags in!

Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007

Details | Verse |

Aunty Curly and Tom

Aunty Curly was knitting a scarf,
She opened a book and wrote it half,
A mouse was running under book rack,
A cat was after on the same track.

They never bothered someone is in the hall,
They were playing as a player with a ball.
A dog was sleeping on a sofa chair,
A cat waits for him when mouse goes there.

She felt anger when mouse turned this time,
Aunty was murmuring a poem in rhyme.
She heard a noise something was smashed,
Porcelain was on the ground and it was cracked.

She bought it last week that was so nice,
A thing was scattered on the floor that was rice,
A container was lying on a one side,
A lid was hiding a lampshade’s behind.

But a dog was still watching laid his head,
He hasn’t noticed anything as he was dead.
Aunty was annoyed she pushed the cat out,
When she came back she also has a shout.

You are lazy dog why did you n’t stop them?
You are mastermind you did that scam.
Get out from the chair don’t cry for food,
I always bothered you disturbed my mood.

I was willing to finish my scarf very soon,
I hope to wear in a party to night’s moon.
You lost my temper I shall punish you,
Don’t come back it’ll punish you if came through.

Why did you co-operate a cat with a mouse?
Who will pay the fine if you don’t pay my loss?
She brought a brush and cleared all mist,
A Chair was empty nobody was on its rest.

She received a letter council was on raid,
Keeping the entire stray dog in a street laid.
She was terrified and jumped out in the street,
She didn’t saw her Dog that was on a beat.

She rushedly closed the door and ran after him,
Dog was in the park after the food has no blame.
When she called Tom where are you?
Dog didn’t listen to her and walked on his crew.

Aunty was after him he stopped on a pool,
The lads were catching fishes it was very cool.
She again asked Tom come with me to home,
You are silly Dog why you are tearing Tom.

She embraced him and came back home,
She cleaned his seat and put new foam.
You are my family member don’t feel shame,
I am getting old that’s why is my blame.

I am on pension and can’t walk a long,
You need to supervise when happens wrong.
I also banished the cat but she is normal,
You always mind whatever it is formal.

Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

Cat Tales

His tongue slurps over the hair.
He grinds his teeth in sometimes
While kneading and purring.
The hair is everywhere now.
A clump rests over his eye.
I pick it off
As he looks at me 
With strange olive eyes.
He lays down yet once more,
Done for the day.
Nothing to think of,
No bills to pay,
No deadlines to meet.
By habit, he decides
When to sleep
And when to eat.
Those eyes look at me again.
How strange we humans must 
Look to him.
We rush, we work, and never play.
We eat and sleep when
Our jobs permit...
Never done for the day.
We have one life to get it right,
And yet, he has nine.
He came to me with his toy.
He wants to play...
I think I'll cancel that appointment.

Copyright © Kimberley Linstruth-Beckom | Year Posted 2008