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
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 | Year Posted 2009
Coming in faster than speed racer
Heart colder than a glacier
Trying to duplicate the flavor
Another clout chaser
With or without a pace maker
Soft as a wafer
Yet another copy cat
You're wrong for that
Going to one up you chumps, with or without a hockey mask
For ages I've been at the bottom, reaching for the top
More than a lot
Attempting to plot and stir up the pot
Whether the temperature cold or hot
Like it or not
They'll get caught
And put on the spot
Having to pay the cost
For such foolish talk
Regarding any parameters
Days and nights may or may have not been spectacular
I guess there's always been scavengers
As well as opposition and challengers
Whether or not their ambassadors
During any date on the calendar
It was either solved or obscure, by any medical examiner
Above and below any fields with or without lavender
Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017
She’s out there chasing a cricket
Through bush, through shrub & through thicket
Together they hop
But when she gets it, she just wants to lick it!
A cat whose vet took his eye
Just cannot quite understand why
His eye’s been enucleated,
3-D vision reduciated,
So now, he keeps an eye out for an eye
Ya gotta keep limericks loose
Think green eggs, or perhaps Dr. Seuss
They’re structured, it’s true,
But they’re also a zoo
Whose tenants are all on the loose!
I frolic in fountains of words
Overflowing with serious absurds
Each poem I write
Wakes up and takes flight
Joining angels and faeries and birds
You ask that we write a good limerick
How to do so, I haven’t a glimmerick
So I struggle and frown
Teaching poems to clown
So a smile on your lips will be shimmerick
A cat with a mouth full of mouse
Brought her feast right into my house
She played with her food
Who was not in the mood
To be a banquet of mouse in the house
The nightmares that shadow my sleep
Stampede the proverbial sheep
Right out of my mind
When I try to unwind
I find my appointment with sleep hard to keep
In her search for original truth
She met people unsavory and couth
She knitted and purled
But only unfurled
Yarns told by new age and old youth
Cat, suddenly pink,
Drinks her water from out of the sink
She looks so absurd
Since she’s been de-furred
I really don’t know what to think!
If one and one is two and two is four,
And there’s only two ways to go through a door,
Then, is earth up or down?
And, where is down town?
These are questions we need to explore!
A was that is an is
Tried to mind my biz
But I sent it packing,
Its presence was lacking
And I don’t have time for such shiz!
A couple who lived in Los Lunas
Loved the wide desert sky’s crystal blueness
They’d stare at the air,
Over here, over there
And rejoice at the feeling of newness
A cat with a very fat gut
Found it easier to walk on his butt
He’d drag it around
Across carpet and ground
And use it to slam the doors shut
Said the Missus to her dear Mr. Otter,
“There’s something I think that you oughta
Do before we get old
To protect us from cold –
You oughta make the hot water hotter!”
The ghosts who live up in my attic
Make noises that sound much like static
I’ve tried to send them away,
But they’re here to stay,
Those staticky ghosts in my attic
Copyright © Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson | Year Posted 2007
Alice cannot conceive
the cat beyond the
Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2016
A potato once did fall
And no one could be called
For the time was over
And no one could hover
In the forest of eyes
And the forest of lies
The real eyes
And the real lies
For how can the bee eat the tree
Without the help of the noble eagle
This is the reality of reality
And the frugality of one’s vitality
Copyright © Idham Bihum | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
Let me steal your thoughts, cause they are so close to mine
Can I borrow a pen and paper? Tell me again, what was that line?
I was feeling so unbalanced, with no source of inspiration to tap
then I heard about you, and suddenly my inspiration is back!
Maybe I should just quit writing, let you speak my piece?
I mean, you might just as well, you are so much like me.
I can relate to your words, like our history was the same.
And the way you break it down, girl you got my kind of game.
Ok, maybe you are right, I need to be original to my audience
but I'm past a blank slate, your words are already in my inner-conscience.
So I'll keep on reading yours, cause I enjoy it when I do
I'll stay true to me, but might lend a phrase or 2.
So thanx for sharing your heart, I appreciate it more than you know,
I give credit to you and I really dig your flow.
Copyright © morvarid farjadi | Year Posted 2007
stealth cat creeps closer
gets in my lap disrupts thoughts...
muse has left the scene
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
(This fictional poem is based on the cartoon character.)
I called the police and reported a rape and they rushed to where I live at.
But they beat me with their sticks when I told them that the victim was a cat.
Somehow my cat got a long streak of paint on her fur.
When Pepe Le Pew finished, she sure as hell didn't pur.
I gave him a good kick and I got sprayed.
I cut off his balls, he has seen better days.
He treated my cat like a whore.
He won't rape cats anymore
Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2008
What does a black cat look like
In the light of an ancient moon,
Which can address his finest ways
While he catwalks the lands in gaze,
Paris is the place he craves to be
This any other cat's would see,
Why the old cat walks around?
His eyes possessed the town
Until the light of the velvet moon
Helps him feel at easy where he could
Find a place to sleep,
This ancient cat knows what is best
While he lays his little head for rest
Where he could get up to do his best
On gentle grass in a social life
grace is always on his side,
Oh, how he dreamed about alleys where
food is in the cans of garbage bags
where kitties are play around
doing what they know in a world that is
evil and cold.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
The Queen Of Darken Dreams
Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017
I've tried fighting the doldrums
with my mind and ready wit.
Yet facing yawn after yawn
I've a real desire to quit.
I've finished scratching my ass
tending to that award itch.
And just stare at a blank page
swearing that writing's a bitch.
Maybe I'll try something new
and write about what I see.
Yet one look around this place
shows little to inspire me.
All I see are dust bunnies
and a cat that won't sit still.
Ah shoot there goes his food dish
shall I write about the spill?
Their once was a clumsy cat
that didn’t notice the wax.
For he slid into his dish
and was stopped dead in his tracks.
On second thought maybe not
it lacks general appeal.
For it's too silly and I’m
not sure how the cat would feel.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
This poem I write
should had been writen where it is I stand
but this was and is a place to dark to write
but I had writen everything in my mind
I didn't see what the sky holds
I didn't listen to the cries of the birds
where I sleep
where I dream
isn't aplace anyone would like to be
in my darken room is the chimney
where the old logs burn
aplce where I didn't sip on tea
but aplace where I do scream
Oh, I see the cat eyes staring back at me
like glass clear windows
trying to tell me something is coming my way
where more rage of storms anger
the wind is on high pitched
my shattered heart skipt a beat
I hold my silence
I inhealed my words
this morning brought on more rain and pain
the cold drops reached deep into my soul
with a welcome hands
I know I will soon have to take my stand
to what it is that hides in darkness
I look for the light in those ancient cat eyes
but all I could see or hear are the swift spit words
like secrets from an ancient time
that hold a rhyme that touched my tongue
the more I look I could see a black fire
that burns deep into the eyes of the night
that makes me want to cry another time
where noble ghoste of long ago
watch and wait to see my faith
Oh, what deep secrets the speak while I sleep.
Poetic Judy Emery
Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017
I do not know?
(This is a fictional poem)
I bought a black cat because I didn't believe that they bring bad luck.
I bought a black cat and then I got ran over by a truck.
The driver gave me the finger as he ran me over.
I need some good luck in a hurry, I need a four leaf clover.
Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2007
Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller For Poem a Thon 2017
JOHN (“JAKE”) COSMOS ALLER is a
April 1 Berkeley California
Growing up in the 60’s
In Berkeley almost 50 years ago
I think back
At those turbulent times
Those crazy wonderful times
Berkeley is a wonderful place
In many ways
Stuck forever in 1967
A true time travel experience
Every time I go back
And relive the memories
Of the 60’s
The 60’s never died
In college towns
Across the world
Remains the mecca
Of the counter cultural revolution
Many things have changed
But the organic food revolution
Marijuana spread out
The sexual revolution
So much of the world
Is but a reflection
Of the revolution of the 60’s
And the conservative counter-revolution
That we are still fighting
So, I salute
The center of my universe
April 2 Lithia Springs
Staying at Lithia Springs
Soaking in the healing waters
Soaking my pains away
Renewing my life
Renewing my love
As we both soak away
As the pain of life go away
And our love grows
With each soaking session
Life is good
At the hot springs water
Sooths us and smooth us
And we fall in love
Again and again
Copyright © jake aller | Year Posted 2017