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Tiddles didn’t like his new tinned tea
Fussy
Pussy
Angry Animal
Shows claws
From paws
Self catering cat
Catch mice
Tastes nice
Caught in the rain
Soggy
Moggy
Time for a sneaky sleep
Cat nap
On lap
Contented cat
Purry
Furry
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Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
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~ SLAP the POET ~
First, you come to splat my baby SKAT!
Now I'm gonna give you a slap like this and that.
You call yourself, Doc the Poet & Notorious FLIRT.
OUCH! Doc, being you must really hurt.
Thank you for waking me from my cat nap.
Now it's time to bend you over my lap.
I will spank you like a kid for talking crap.
Teaching you a lesson that will make you snap.
I will slap my hand across your face.
For posting your Acrostic disgrace.
On my face was a smile that you post
With a look you'll never know
Doc, like a kid, you call them my towers.
Claiming my twins carry certain powers.
In a poem, Chris A. Once called them melons.
While my Hubby climbs and calls them Mount. SAINT Helene's.
Take some notes when you read this.
Don't talk about another mans double "D's" pillow kiss.
Don't make yourself out a poet fool.
Keep your cool and clean off your drool.
Don't end up like my Hubby who is lost in my abyss.
It's not my wits that got your dumb a$$ caught in reminisce.
~ SKAT ~
(Dedication)
(Dakarai Cobbs)
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010
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>To hell and back with cancer, is my personal feelings, please do not take them to heart.
To hell and back with cancer.
It started with a lump to see right in the front of me. I thought it was old age.
But when it moved to my side, I thought that lump was, acting quite strange.
I have a team of GPs, at my local, National Health Surgery.
Was quite late PM, I saw one of them. To hospital quickly he did send me.
I drove there in the snow, you know. One, dark December night did go.
I wondered what was wrong with me! What did my GP feel? Or indeed see?
Walked into outpatients I did do. They read the letter GP gave me, to hand in too.
Oh, did I forget to say, GP wrote it out straight away, then sent me on my way.
Soon I was whisked away. That’s right, was a blur of tests that night.
Bloods, x-rays, many doctors too, said I had to stay there. It’s true.
Over a year, I had tests galore. Was at home, so tried them tests, to ignore.
After scopes by the score, I often thought, would they do anymore?
Then they dropped the bombshell. 'You have cancer.' My mind thought, 'hell.'
My sister died of that, you see. And I thought I’d soon be with she.
Those doctors thought another way, to save my life, they did say.
‘Strengthen this man’s weak heart. Then on that cancer, we can start.’
Papworth surgeons repaired my heart, was so strong now Broomfield could start.
In six months, they did just so, took out that cancer tumour, you know.
That ladies and gentlemen was four years ago, recovery was a tad slow.
But hey I am still here you know, boring you with my poetic flow.
I know we all cannot survive, I know I am lucky, as now I thrive.
I hope all you cancer folk out there. Survive like me and breathe Earth’s air.
But sadly if you have to go, to that Paradise, I do not yet know.
Seek my sister Alma, can you hear. And thank her, for helping me down here.
Thank God also who I do pray to too. I love him, as all folk should do.
Then when I finally have to go, I must thank him personally. I must just so.
I was laying awake all night as I usually think I do, although must have had the occasional unknown cat nap, as you do. When something told me i must write this poetic verse! My tumor was a GIST. A large tumour attached and feeding from my stomach. Without my knowledge and causing no pain. It was forever growing and I was given 10 months to live without treatment. I reckon I am in year plus 4 now. Have a nice day,life's too precious to ignore. (TmA) <
Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016
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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)
Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve | Year Posted 2013
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A special dedication to Beyoncé's "Drunk in Love" song in her album "Beyoncé", which came out in 2013.
{intro}
I took a cat nap...yah put on your classic, clever-mini cap
drank that sorrow sap, my companion and cool chap
Torture me with your rap...
and all that crap in a snap of a finger and don't linger in my way of my goals that are like a marked-up, mishap map
I wanna drag you up like an animal in due season
Yes, I worship your scent of I-must-repent
I was dust in this Earth of Mirth for an outlandish reason
Why don't you get the hint that I love you to the highest extent right this very instant and outstant...
Yeah, it's true
I make up words
Out of the blue...
It's as absurd as herds of butter-birds
{solo}
We are beautiful, bizarre nobodies
We have alienated ambition
We are a flawed flawless
Perfection in passion progress
{verse 1}
You seriously got me addicted to your love affair
You bruised my wounds and you're gonna pay
I'm only following the rules, so don't use me - that's just not playing fair,
But you don't care if it's a game of truth or dare...glad I made your day by my past hesitation that led me astray, some say
We bite the bullet to the core
Don't accuse me of being an attention hog...waiting for the rope of hope to hang the tragedies of this world of woe - there's a future in store
What are you waiting for?
{hook x2}
Next time, there will not be a next time this sun-shining day
Don't play me in repeat like your favorite pop song...no way...
Missing your clutches of your touches
Craving those OXOX's like urges of sexes
X out the lust in my heart
I O it my work of lyric art
{pre-chorus/rap}
Tripping out in my room
Double trouble doom...
Come on,
Resume on
Call me yours...your ear ignores...
And I will do your chores...failure scores...
Faaaaaded in love...
Jaaaaaaded in hate...
Where is the luv from abuv?
Watchin' political debate...
Overrated society's term of in love and infatuation thereof
Underrated you and I - foes and friends, but anything goes, whether it's from below or above
Embrace the faces of graces from above under
You departed from my arms of charms; now, we shatter asunder
Like a mirror of poverty pain that reigns upon the city
Refrain from driving me insane in a lane of crimes I committed of...and I'm found pitilessly guilty
{hook -whisper-}
{chorus}
Not yesterday's tomorrow
Not today to your dismay...
Not tomorrow's backwards sorrow
Maybe another day...you'll get your way...I'll give up my way for you to stay
Faaaaaded in love...
Jaaaaaaded in hate...
Overrated society's term of in love and infatuation thereof
I'll stray away from the aftershocks of your downfalls
Your uprisings are from your deepest, regretful failures...and your unanswered calls...and fixated freefalls
Faaaaaded in love...
Jaaaaaaded in hate...
Overrated society's term of in love and infatuation thereof
{verse 2}
You got me so hooked
Why did you overlook
The event that got booked?
You postponed our meet-up...you like my looks, not my mind or heart that is an endless book...
Sprinkle salt and pepper upon my distasteful flavor
My attitude of gratitude transformed into graze in your own maze attitude
You cannot put a label on my untamed behavior
When I'm up on stage with the spotlight showering down upon me, I rise above the audience of all eyes and I bodyquake with I, myself and me to shake off the rage of feeling misunderstood, not good in the hood in my ghetto neighborhood; I hope my vibrant voice is now understood
I'm an astonishing star
And I will go oh so far...
Wondering where You are...
To heal this scar with miracles in disguise that I can't despise, for it's on my top love bar,
Despite the peace war...
That hits us more and more...
{hook x2}
{pre-chorus/rap}
{hook -whisper-}
{chorus}
{verse 3}
You're sick in the mind
You got me far behind
You'll be sorry when I'm gone
I welcome the dusk's sun
The dawn will burn you alive
You're a bee in his busy hive
Behave and be brave, Dave...
I save my breath by giving you a "farewell" brave wave
You stare into the illuminating efflorescence
My attire is on fire with your desire, my fantastic fluorescence
We bite the bullet to the core
Don't accuse me of being an attention hog...waiting for the rope of hope to hang the tragedies of this world of woe - there's a future in store
What are you waiting for?
Ahhhh oooooh ooooh
Ehhh ahh I-I-I....
Sick with dem luv floo
I'm confident shy...
I'm modest...
I'm honest....
I'm humble...
I do crumble...
Arrogance was in my veins...
Yet, I still got prideless brains...
Ooooh ahhhhh
I'm a handsome flaw...
Ohhhh yeahhh
My reputation, fame 'n fortune is meh and bleh
God's Word means everything to me
The World means close to nothing, I see...
I hear with an open ear...even my tear stains me with fear that I hold on to so dear...I taste with a tongue so sensitive up in here...I feel with much cheer, for God's aura is near...His spiritual soul replaces fear and doubt with faithful cheer, so crystal clear
{hook x2}
{pre-chorus/rap}
{hook -whisper-}
{chorus}
{bridge}
I crave your crowning moments
I'm buzzed off of blessings that appear to be curses
Supposedly, unloyal...unroyal...in your eyes of lies and helloed goodbyes that give you temporary highs that makes my heart cry out: why's oh why's
Your verses curse and it ruins my self-esteem...sick of your rehearses
{harmony}
And it's our ultimate mission
To count all our naughties...from everybody...or creepy "anybodies"
Let's engage in our future vision
To blur out all the fakes and the hotties...for we aren't a disgrace or a robotic with eccentricities
{outro}
Lap up my pity's sorrow
Of yesterday's tomorrow
Wrap your wings around me
Take flight in our reality fantasy
You're all up and down in my grill — got me mind-blown, you silly-Billy clown — you're my thrill, just take a chill pill and hush, little baby...I've been lovin' and hatin' you lately...frankly, honestly
I want to feel your need for me, so I can flee from captivity...
I need to numb your want for me to be...free...sincerely...
But, it's impossible
Or is it possible?
I doubt it is, indeed...
I'll fulfill my deed...after I feed off of my want and need...
And it's you
I adore You too...
But who knew...
I'd be the hue of blue...
You can't deny
I'm faded in-in-in love
You're the crow that flies too high
And I'm the-the city dove
Purrrrrr hurrrrrr
You're my black and white armor...never in errorrrrrr
I...am...sure...
I...endure...
I take a tour into your busy-lazy life
Hurrrrrr puurrrrr
Life's gettin' harder, for my past, present and future is a miiiiiighty blurrrrr
You...are...cure...
So...impure...
You take a tour into my pleasant strife
Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2016
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Dog eat dog world
Awakes to new dawn;
Paradoxical gains
Words and yet more
Empty words dilute;
Cold comfort frozen
Headlines sensation
Bad news in vogue;
Catchy decadence
Muse upon feeling
Profound thought;
Self-realization lights
Mood swings highlight
Psychic trauma;
Pain instigates
Skybridge running track
26 floors above;
Senior citizens jog
Look to this day
To do something good;
Saturday cat nap
Set routines
To-Do List unfurls;
Time is never enough
Much ado
About nothing new;
Changes re-order
Ideas rule the world
Change agents --
Come and go abruptly
Worn-out old pavilion
Two weary workers;
Chat over beer repast
Busy passage conduit
People hurry briskly;
Haphazard side stepping
Busy networking
Trying to get ahead;
Lost in the crowd
Visual impact dazzle
Too much colour;
Not much insight
Takeaway counter
Pre-order your drink blend;
Beverage on-the-fly
Leon Enriquez
04 July 2014
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014
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"Come play with me,
I have all this restless energy.
If you don't come and play with me quickly,
I'll drive myself and you crazy.
My instinct is currently telling me,
to hunt, stalk and kill so that I may eat,
but there isn't any prey for me,
in this immediate vicinity,
so I run around like a maniac stopping suddenly,
to see if I've startled any prey hiding nearby me,
but I startle nothing, nothing attempts to flee,
so I'll climb your drapes and destroy your blinds constantly,
because maybe there's prey up there that I didn't smell or see.
Do that thing you do with that feather on a string,
the one I hunt, stalk and kill over and over again.
Get me chasing that thing until I am panting,
then go ahead and serve me my daily feeding.
I'll feel as if I have hunted, stalked, killed and successfully eaten,
followed by 10 - 18 hours of cat nap sleeping,
then your life can return back to normal once again."
Copyright © Billy TheKidster | Year Posted 2016
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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
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At the river's edge
a tiger takes a cat nap
no creatures come near
Except for one, whose aim is
to buy the lovely painting
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2015
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Change of sheets
to ivory silk, color of cream
or buttermilk. Creme
Fraiche to mesh
in golden shine from
open blind. She's across
the bed to bask, to bask,
like a cat who knows
and shows the way, a spot
for the poet to store in
winter light, to toast in,
the bed, her host
in image clear, memory
dear, her cat C. Chan
curled by winter window
for winter sun, its
chill undone.
Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2014
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Cat
Napping
At my feet
Dreaming of mice
Muscles twitching fast
You should be resting now
But instead you are chasing
Running as fast as you can go
Excited, you almost have him now
What will you do when you catch him? I ask.
Copyright © Gayla May | Year Posted 2012
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Cat had a pet;
Some old dude
He met, while on patrol
His many backyards
A territorial feral;
Opportunist:
A lap was empty,
Well used
But warm enough,
Some sandwich unfinished
Surprise!—It was tuna!
(A match seemed
Made in heaven)
Cat had a pet,
Some old dude
He met—an opportunist:
Quickly he laid claim
Though the find sat
Quite lame—
Unable to speak
Yet attentive;
Having tasty treats
Pocket full unending—
How inventive!
Quite the incentive,
Seemed a match
Made in heaven—
As seasons passed
Their relationship grew
Till the old dude due—
His chair
Now empty;
Well, not always…
An occasional cat-nap
Keeps the heat on…
Purring while dreaming
His incentive:
A warm lap
And a pocket full of treats
Surely a match
To be continued
In heaven—
Copyright © Joe DiMino | Year Posted 2016
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~So Beautifully Soft~
(Lilibonelle)
The beauty of the spring season is like no other
Just look outside today and you will see all the flowers grow
If you don't believe it just take a look and then another
During this time all these things take place everyday quick or slow.
Just look outside today and you will all the flowers grow
During the spring season most of the days are nice and cool
Weather starts to warm after winter is gone with all the snow
Spring then arrives so softly to reign with a new set of rules
If you don't believe it just take a look and then another
It's so good for a change to see the flowers and trees sprout
After a long cat nap the grass and all the plants turn rather
Green, and that's the magic of spring returning to shine with her shout.
During this time all these things take place everyday quick or slow
Every year is so wonderful to welcome and enjoy this beautiful season
It's a blessing from God our Master Creator to see again her wonderful show
With all her radiant beauty she gives us hopes and for living lots of good reason.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
March.07.2016
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016
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Beauty smiles
Truth keeps watch;
Joy murmurs
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Jacuzzi trip
Clear water massage;
Aqueous healing
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Midtown moments
Sunny side up;
Poignant flavours
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Walkway charades
Morning fiesta;
Umbrella cacophony
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Old Mister Lee
Two years gone;
Tembusu memoir
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Such silly antics
Blindside politics;
Monkey business
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Glimpses of home
Michelin Star meals;
Vivid prosperity
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Dark skyline
Thunder and lightning;
Rainy dawn hurls
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Morning outline
Lake shore rainbow;
Sun and rain
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Cat nap
Purrs dreams;
Feline fancy
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Brown squirrel
Zigzag curiosity;
Fruity forage
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Street vendor
Latest news print;
Too many unsold
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Car pool moments
Grab or Uber taxi;
Disrupted trips
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Cash speaks
Goods listen;
Magic barters
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Word budget espresso
Not much unsaid;
Meaning percolates
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Morning cuppa
Double-shot sling;
Caffeine fix pump
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Raining again
April pregnant wet;
Sun on holiday
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By the wayside
Fallen nest;
Broken bird's eggs
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Anniversary here
Candles attest;
Fond memory awakes
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
03 April 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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County seat, of Mason County, Washington, highly rates
United States Westernmost city on Puget Sound e quates
above ground sans tectonic plates
Population 9,834 per 2010 census
end result from biological mates
maintains commission form of government
drafted by mandates.
Shelton served by small steamboats greet
omprising Puget Sound Mosquito Fleet
Old Settler, Irene, Willie, City of Shelton,
Marian, Clara Brown, & S.G. Simpson
logging, farming, dairying, ranching
& oyster cultivation for populace to eat
Simpson Timber Company mill lit airy
cobblestone trod with defeated cleat
Puget Sound's Oakland Bay over yon
dominates landscape of the down
town area as essential heart beat
Shelton identifies the "Christmas
Tree Capital" sold by the ton.
47°12'49?N 123°6'22?W (47.213702,
-123.106088) coordinate bench mark
total area of 5.9 square miles (15 km2),
of which 5.6 square miles (15 km2) land
0.3 square miles (0.78 km2) (5.60%)
water laps with an occasional errant shark fanned
in a pinch captured, processed and canned
a delicacy that fin de siecle
bony illegal booty fined by the oceanic arc.
well nigh two decades in the past
this poet trekked across America
beginning in a place called Gap
Pennsylvania, where stockpile en massed
of Amish goodies barely did last
and vanished in a gingerly snap
of fingers, which necessitated
sustenance when van fueled i.e. gassed
up while myself or other driver stole a cat nap
seduced to sleep by syncopated tires
as highway miles passed
inching closer to youngest sister
via this linear transcontinental lap
destination Seattle Washington
indigenous iconic statue cast.
Ronald Strickland a fine companion
and Boone storyteller to boot
about my zen age (five decades plus two)
him trying to rake in some loot
by writing about his idyllic travels, mute,
yet unpretentious and no square at root
perhaps one day, I will surprise him
with a call and give him a toot
though on might deign to bellow
while atop the snow capped Mount Rainier
Taking in the august magic
crystalline beauty all year round:
whereat snowfall etches silhouette
once dusk shed daylight
sketching in natural bas relief
ascension from horizon to heavenly height
albedo effect from glistening snow light
luminescence transforming night
into blinding sight
from pure flakes of incandescent white.
Copyright © MATTHEW harris | Year Posted 2017
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CAT NAP
she carried her cat
up under her hat
tail sticking out
as it wriggled about
and as for her mittens
well, they were both kittens
when calico vested
I bettcha – you guessed it
six calico cats quietly nested
her favorite for fall
a tiger cat shawl
when eating Chinese
a wrap Siamese
it’s not that she’s lazy
this cat crazy lady
she’s addicted to “purr”
to kitty cat fur
there’s just something about it
won’t leave home without it.
©1/5/2018
submitted to – CRAZY CAT LADY:RHYME – Poetry Contest
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2018
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It tags along with me wherever I go
There isn't any journey my blankie isn't in tow
Like a super hero cape I wear it wrapped around my shoulders
As I explore my top secret mission waiting around the boulders
On long rides in the car it keeps me warm
I use it to take down bad guys that swarm
I use it to make my own secret lair
I set a sign outside of it saying enter if you dare
I sometimes use my special blankie to dry my crocodile tears
I took it with me my first day of school and like a superhero I faced some pretty big fears
My blankie is super soft and cozy
It makes a soft landing when I'm playing ring around the rosie
It gets drug through the dirt mud rain and snow
Indestructible like a superhero, wouldn't you know
Sometimes I'll use it to play peak a boo with my baby brother
While I'm really a super hero working under cover
I like to lay on it and day dream about the shapes of the clouds in the sky
To far away lands on my blankie being my magic carpet that I'd fly
I use it to sail the seas and take down pirates to find the burried treasure
No other blanky can ever compare or measure
I snuggle my blankie when I take a cat nap
I wear it as a royal cape with a royal crown, not cap
Some who watch Snoopy say I'm a cute little Linus
I Iike to think of myself as more like lockness
Grandma's added extra superhero patches whenever it's torn
It's extra special because she made it for me before I was born
At Nana's I take it with me for a special sleep over
It brings me luck like a four leaf clover
When I get hurt and my parents are out of sight
One hug from my blankie and my worlds been set right
At the Drs office I hold it extra tight
Mommy and Daddy tuck me in with it each night
My blankie loves me and I sure love my special blankie
Grandma says when I get bigger she's going to turn my blankie into a bunch of special hankies
Copyright © Melissa Tracy | Year Posted 2018
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Peabody and Little Miss, checkin' out the kitchen
Knockin' over the trash can to get the treats inside
When caught, he runs out the back door to escape friction
While she jumps on the counter to find a place to hide
Peabody and Little Miss, explorin' out back
So many socks to bury, so many balls detected!
She sees the tiny bird and goes on the attack
While he warns, "This is MY yard - it will be PROTECTED!"
Peabody and Little Miss didn't always get along
Little Miss was a gift of long-ago Christmas morn
When Peabody arrived last year, she hissed, "You don't belong!"
But now they are as close as brother-sister born
Peabody and Little Miss are ready for their cat-nap
Satisfied with everything they left topsy-turvy
So Peabody launches his forty pounds into my lap
And Little Miss follows him up, delicate and curvy
Peabody and Little Miss are true collabarators
Leaving chaos in my house that's now two times greater!
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2018
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For There Is A Brighter Side Contest
Picture #2
Superstition can be fun
Since the day it has begun
Seeing others try to shake
Unlucky feelings as they wake
Ladders you can not walk under
Spilling salt is a big blunder
Don't step on a sidewalk crack
But don't pick on a cute black cat
They're called unlucky all the time
But its such a shameful crime
Cute and fury big sweet eyes
Their tiny little purry cries
Can melt a heart right to the core
Playing with yarn on the floor
Is always a funny thing
In a lonely life they bring
Comfort and joy from day to night
They are not a scary fright
When they curl up in your lap
A peaceful dream with a cat nap
Furry or flat fur to pet
And please do not forget
They get rid of pesky mice
Which is very very nice
To all black kitties everywhere
You'll be hugged with tender care
From now on and shunned no more
Love you have never felt before
Copyright © robin davis | Year Posted 2018
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The question has to be this. Is a meow a cow?
Q1…...................A Catalogue?
Well what can one say?
Really all that?
How can I possibly make it under the word count?
So many pages and items itemised mean that descriptions decipher coded callings
Well presumabley it would begin with an attempt to identify the word catalogue
So begin by pulling the word out in a concertinaed fashion
And that make what?
Cat a log
Always ignore and be very ignorant of a U and and E for a U and an E together are simply way too much of a headache and a sight to understand
Particularly if attempting a headstand on top of a big wheel at a fun fair
So a cat on a log could have many pages:
i. A large head. This page is filled with many items including fur and eyes and comes with free ears as a special introductory offer
ii. Paw page. Claws are optional although customers can opt to buy retractable paws or paws that can pull out. The pull out paws are the most popular.
iii. This is the page of the upper body. So details several fur options. As with the fur options of page one it is possible to have log or short fur styles and colours are of all hue including rainbow coloured varieties.
iv. This is the middle section where customers can choose from a selection of sizes depending upon availability. And of course fur selection. And a range of colours too.
v. This is the back end of the cat so customers can choose a tail. Sometimes it is possible to request no tail particularly if the customer is from the Island of Mann. There is an absence of a tail upon that isle. Again it is possible to select the type of fur. And of course colours.
vi. The final section is the type of log. A wide selection of trees are available. Plus it is possible for customers to create their own log from a tree using an app called 'treenamer'. This clever app offers a beautiful range of wood from worldwide and cosmological locations.
vii. This is the index page.
And so that is a catalogue explained.
It is far harder to outline
A catamaran
A cat o nine tails
A cat nap
A cat kin............and how many more times?
When a pin becomes a paw it is time for the scratch of the posts.
Z Otocolobus manul Z at 44 claws to 9 whiskers
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Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017
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Cat Nap Poem
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When you wake up and realize that your meds have forced you into a four and a half hour cat nap-
You sit up and crack your neck. Yawn.
Look out the window, and see how much the Sun's glare has weakened.
You grab a glass of water and your pill box. Check the date against what is missing and what day your phone says it is.
Because your mind is too foggy to trust.
Because your doctor needs to lower your dosage.
Will you survive that?
Your thumb presses down on Saturday.
Different shapes, sizes, and colors are audited as you're still trying to survey the logistics of moving any further.
Maybe you should just skip to the end.
Take them all.
Tell the Sun farewell and cozy back up to a chemically induced facade, lit up by an endearing subconscious.
Angels sing as you push down, and turn.
Grab that last capsule and drift off like one of your rock star heroes that burnt out, rather than fade away.
But you're just a burn out who wants to fade away.
So you swallow your medicine.
Lay back down,
and wait for the encore.
-James Kelley 2016
Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2018
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Cat Nap Poem
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A minor typo found this fanatic spell binding hound to resend a poem posse sub bully dashed off in a huff (past the hour) if nothing else than fur his spurt full of peace, bot tee, and mind.
Thus this Norwegian bachelor wannabe (most closely aligned with said status closely attained unmarried state by pledging my Unitarian troth) tilled, sown, and furrowed spirit nsync with the missus sleeping in close proximity.
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dog tired this day - march 29th, 2018
no matter this dawg gone pup
took numerous one after another cat nap
his utterly fatigued
body electric still ragged
as if he went without sleep for a lifetime,
ensnared within a time warp,
espied that aggravating "aw SNAP"
(error code instead of a webpage
indicating Chrome happens to be
experiencing problems loading)
or, simultaneously
caught in a narcoleptic parent trap
thus, while a burst of energy
temporarily doth prevail
(a priori which extreme fatigue
of body, mind and spirit -
more troublesome, and worse than -
getting crucified
with a rusty nine inch nail
alleviated with deep sleep finds
much more tiredness
than usual quotidian sleepiness
bruiting this male)
being imprisoned (for high
gram matt tick crimes
and misdemeanors) such as: comma, splices,
dangling a modifier, splitting an infinitive,
unnecessary parenthesis (), et cetera
which landed me punctually,
proverbially, and squarely
in the slaammed shut jail
fed thin gruel with grubs that didst flail
nauseating pluperfect revulsion
each time hide exhale
which, many hours long rests did restore
for a bit of time only for totally tubular
exhaustion to come roar
ring back leaving me tour
charred as if...i fought in every major war.
Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2018