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I know you, you're godless like me, and to the natives We Are The Wandering dead. Headless in sunshine, blind in the wilderness. I know you, you're the sister of death that's true. Your red lips caress mine as I choke upon embers. I'm awaiting life to be stripped from these bones. I smoke the feathers from the angels round here, and laugh with the devil. She sleeps at my feet. I found a home down here. She's the one who'll burn down the temple. She's the one who shall coerce the swarms. I know she'll do anything and more.

Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R. | Year Posted 2014

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Black Cat Green Eyes Most Evil

Black Cat hath the coldest green eyes of most hideous evil
Which chilleth my blood, causeth me the greatest upheaval;
Darkness doth pervade this creature’s most gruesome gaze
Giveth me unbridled terror, leaveth my soul in an utter haze; 
Lucifer himself giveth this black demon animal its dark life
Only to bringeth me a terrifying malediction of most evil strife;
Black Cat with its visage and its promise of eternal damnation
Seeketh for me its vilest of intention and its darkest tarnation; 
I prayeth then Lord God, saveth all my eternal spirit and soul
And delivereth them on All Hallows’ Eve most sound and whole!  
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, 
Germany (October 8, 2014) (Rhyme poetic format)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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See No Evil

She adored her old, crepuscular cat, 
Penumbra, and could see no evil in 
his ways, visceral, quick to hiss at
strangers, cynical of almost everyone,
jealousy in him was always overdone.
Desultory, and all it constituted 
exuberant, only when it suited, 
his needs were opulent, never spare.
Halcyon days with kind deeds unrefuted,
his sonorous purrs were like a morning prayer.

For silent One's: See No Evil Contest
Written 1/31/16

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2016

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The Big Cat

Your advisory pursues the light
Like a beast that hunts 
in the night
Even after he has been fed
This animal won’t stop 
unless he’s dead.
The race is fixed 
the tackle is set 
The bangle tiger will 
cause him regret.

BY: Sabina Nicole

Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2013

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The Cat

 He's a silent hunter,
with a murderous heart,
and he doesn't care,
what he tears apart,
he is very independant,
and cunning to,
and if your his prey,
then you are through,
he has a ravinish blood lust,
that he can't contain,
and if he don't kill,
he'll go insane,
he may seem like a sweet little kitty,
but trust me people,
he is witty,
don't let those purrs,
and cuddles fool,
he has many concealed weapons,
he'll use as a tool,
he has needle sharp teeth,
and 5 dagger claws,
on each and everyone,
of his cute little paws.

Copyright © RobieLynn Collins | Year Posted 2014

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The Ballad of Cat Ballou - Part 2

The Ballad of Cat Ballou (Continued) 
With her outlaw gang they're now telling a story of how she rode the plains.
The wildest gal in the old west since Calamity Jane.
She killed a man in Wolf City, Wyoming. Killed a man it's true
and that is why they'll be hanging her highness Cat Ballou.
The day has finally come. She's being sent to her glory for the way she sinned.
They'll be sending her soul on a wayward wind.
She has the smile of an angel,
but fights like the devil.
The eyes of an angel,
but bites like the devil.
The face of an angel,
I say she's the devil.
She's mean and evil through and through. 
Cat Ballou,
what's come over you?
You're mean and evil through and through.
She escaped and rode away, 
on her hanging day.
Where is still a mystery, 
but Cat rode into history
and her legend grew.
She was the Queen of the Outlaws,
Her Highness Cat Ballou.

Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2010

Details | Light Poetry |


In China in the increase of rats,
Not only Chinese,
Made in China,
Not only toys but rats,

Where are Chinese cats?
Chinese cats all belled!

Chinese cats all belled,
By clever Chinese rats!

Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014

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Rose dust upon the white snow
this is how my story goes ;
the ravens fly deep into the night sky
while the old sad moon cast its gloom
 the black cats are prowling around 
eating upon the rats of the town ,
As I was walking
I hard some talking
about how bad I am
holding a lamp around town 
casting stone upon clowns 
with witch bones in a bag of Jupiter dust ,
the church around this small hateful town 
made a fire higher then the empire
casting rose dust and lust into dark spells
of a life of a living hell 
a little old man rang the bell 
while Dark Angel cast his spell 
that had made everyone i'll ,
Now all that talk had left a mark
on everyone holding jealousy in their hearts for me
their eyes burn deep into the night
they blasphemed about everything
I stand around them all holding a lamp of fire 
all my wrath of the past is coming back on you 
that cast the stone of abuse in hallowed places
will be your faces in different places ,
Oh how the little town of the past laughed 
but I never looked back 
while the fools cast their stones 
I walked away in beauty of the night 
holding what is of the light  
of what is right in my own life .
Poetic Judy Emery (c)

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Pie anyone

Don’t often see him

7/8 asleep

But I’m sometimes surprised

Brushing my feet

Purring and arching

And pushing up high

Ecstasy shows in a half closed eye

Black white and furry

Real smooth to the touch

But not really keen on fussing that much

So soft and cuddly you fail to remember

He has in his mind a deadly agenda


Hey human, scratch me here, scratch me there

You only think that you’re covered in hair

You feed me Iams and think I’m so nice

But I really prefer the heads of live mice

The warden of the garden on constant patrols

Listening for sounds like the digging of moles

One eyes the ground the other the sky

Watching and waiting for things that might fly

For this week I have but one major goal

To tear that magpie another arsehole


He goes for me when he can, him and his mate

One will tease me from my lair the other lies in wait


They got me in a tree one day I was hanging off one paw

Down came the magpie crow, I couldn’t hold on much more

One quick peck and I let go

Bloody hard that beak you know

Hit a few branches way below

Crash -landed on the floor


I’ll get some food, maybe a nap and

Lick my paw like nothing has happened

I’ll strut and swagger and act so sublime

Knowing that pie is on borrowed time


I go out at night while they aren’t around

Scout around and find some new ground

Under a bush I make a new lair

Lie in wait for my friend of the air


I eat a few moths spend a night on the tiles

And maybe I’ll doze for a time

Aha they’re near you can hear them for miles

If he lands up close he’s mine


Hello Jake you look all smug

After your night on the town

You had better get on to your rug

And have a good lie down


Dream a dream of shredded bird

Dying all a quiver

Bet you didn’t expect me

To be chewing on your liver


Sorry about the garden mess

Hope it doesn’t make you queasy

We had a tear up I must confess

And he came apart real easy

- this is a poem by my dad about our pet cat "jakey"

Copyright © Glinda Host | Year Posted 2017

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Standing round the ritual fire, white smoke then black entwinning higher, she takes the
book up from the floor, the spell to open heavens door,

This chant kept secret for so long, in her evil hands did not belong, her intentions were
to create despair, her words to be carried upwards on cold night air.

Without a hint of hesitation, she began the ancient incantation...

"I have bathed in water near, that crystal clear my words you'll hear, to the eyes of this
enchanted seer, heavens entrance now appear"

She waited as her words ascended, to fuflill the wrath that she intended, with
anticipation as she watched, the door appeared, but it was locked.

"This can not be right" the seer spat, her temper unleashed upon her cat, "I saw no
mention in the book, but wait I'll take another look"

She read again the spell she'd cast, 'To obtain the key you need a cat'

How could I of missed that line, she wondered as she sipped her wine, her cat already had
run away, maybe there was another way?

"To gain the key to heavens door I cast this spell just once more, with  the crucial part
evading me, instead of a cat I use this bee"

With eyes a glow she watched and waited, the key soon to appear she anticipated, in a puff
of smoke that cleared to see, her spell had summoned up an old oak tree.

It's branches thick, it's leaves so green, much taller than she'd ever seen, on the
highest branch could it be?  a golden glistening hanging key.

She knew now what must be done, began climbing branches, one by one, "this tree will not
get the best of me, I am going to have that key"

Closer and closer, going higher and higher, evil spurned her on with it's desire.

At last a branch away the key, she was mesmerised by what she see's, she reached out her
hand without a sound, as the key suddenly fell to the ground.

"Damn and blast, what game is this",  she cursed and ranted, spat and hissed, with angry
words, her face a frown, she began her long descent down.

Finally she reached the base, out of breath and flushed of face, she looked around but
could not see, where was that damned elusive key.

For years that followed she looked and searched, from north to east upon the earth, from
south to west and back again, she never saw that key again.

What happened to the key you ask?I thought you may of wondered that, the answer is within
the spell, you must of worked it out by now,

'To obtain the key you need a cat' surely you remember that, he caught the key as it fell,
and  where is pussy? he's down the well!

Copyright © julie Cottingham | Year Posted 2008

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The Evil Cat

She bats an eye then whiskers down a saucy smile 
its Halloween tomorrow and she is slinking in style 
arching her fury back and hissing at the cemetry witch 
who flies too close to her territory..behind the ditch.

Happy Halloween

Copyright © Annieve Leonardi | Year Posted 2017