Best Nip Poems
The north wind is blowing and it’s turning cold
I’m feeling quite chilly I guess I’m getting old
I’ve finally dug out my sexy thermal vest
It’s snug and warm and covers my hairy chest
It’s silky and soft and causes no ripples
Hides my boobies and covers my nipples
Jan Allison
15th October 2014
catnip
cat addict
marijuana
cat resembles vampire
catnip
Ah, sweet slumber of nip-laden dreams;
the milk of mother moon bestowed,
a blessed drink and lactose-free
to this mine humble, feline throat.
Running freely through outer space,
I touch upon thy blessed universe.
My home of emerald and lapis lace,
is where in I lay in furred repose.
Chasing neon rainbows in nebulae bright,
my dreams are filled with gold doubloons.
I’ll spend them on treats and nip-delight,
and chase away any greedy tycoons.
A feline black as obsidian night,
in a home filled with human love;
among the faeries and tree sprites,
mind flies just like the doves.
THEY GAVE THE CAT A TONIC.....NOW HE IS.
John G. Lawless
©5/8/2019
Friendship based on favors,
Favors that require you to break rules
Or compromise your character and values
Is not true friendship ...
A true friend will always expect your best, but forgive your worst
Will always encourage you in honesty and kindness, but curb your enmity
Will NOT stand by and allow others to hurt you
But, nor will they allow YOU to hurt others
Because they know your heart at its core
And they love you completely
They know that by mistreating others
You are damaging yourself even MORE
And the well-being of your spirit is their priority and care
As theirs is to you ...
We are ALL fighting battles in our lives
We all go through illness and injury and grief
We all struggle daily to keep our heads above the deluge
And we all need love and friendship to heal
But those hardships are not an excuse to mistreat others
Or a reason to garner sympathy and favors
Nor are they meat for speculation and manipulation and envy
If someone ever expects otherwise
It does not come from a place of love or kindness or light
And certainly NOT ... friendship.
When bad guys came through causing strife
in Mayberry, fraidy-cat Fife,
the lawman who never
was dauntless and clever,
could not catch them to save his life.
Huge blunders caused people to mock
and point at this town’s laughing stock.
Still, this scrawny fellow,
whose back wore a yellow
streak, boasted. His claims were a crock.
The title is my favorite Barney-ism.
Don Knotts's leaving The Andy Griffith Show crippled it
February 10, 2019. entered in Joseph May's Limerick IV Contest
Placed 3rd
Anxiety buildup
signals ego’s at play,
so unless we’re watchful,
we will lose the moment,
of life flow beautiful.
Anxiety buildup,
when someone’s tailgating
in the morning traffic,
sees our temper flare up,
causing outcomes tragic.
Anxiety buildup
is a thought disorder,
where we self-block surprise,
missing out on life’s fun,
deadened to bliss beats rise.
Anxiety buildup,
best viewed with nonchalance,
as thought forms that have strayed.
Thus if we’re void centric,
joy’ll never be betrayed.
08-August-2022
Given
Kitten
Smitten
Bitten
I was given a kitten named Doug
I’m smitten till bitten by the thug!
Your Turn For A Tyburn Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Charles Messina
2,2,2,2,9,9
8/6/19
Imagine That...
Kitty Cat's Got Claws
Kitty Cat's Got Bite
Kitty Cat Needs Tomcat
To Stroke Her Fur at Night!
Oh Yes That Cat...
Kitty Cat Sunk Claws
Kitty Cat Would Bite
Kitty Cat Scratched Tomcat
And Scratched That Cat Right!
Now Imagine This!...
Kitty Cat Don't Scratch
Kitty Cat Don't Fight
Kitty Cat "Ate" Tomcat
Right Down to the Last Bite!
-Nip At The Cauldron-
My mind full, like the moon outside. My brethren say; '’Sleep well, worthy adversary.’’ As he ventured forth unto his domain, for a final nip of the cauldron before hitting the sack.
I lay restless, unable to commit to my new found lover. Lest it shouldn’t be so. I am you. A demon rung the bells of my adored solitude and grasped away at thee. The pungent odor of Sulphur filled my lungs heavy with soot.
The night remained an insomniacs dream as I heard the succubus calling. The energy piercing my skin, as I called the enchantments that my father once taught me. I was protected, but not invincible.
Hear and there, a shadow standing over me. Whispering indistinguishable language, that no man would want to decipher. Tapping the furniture to make sure of the unbearably long night ahead. Feeling the entities hatred. Limitless burden, all I wanted was calm silence. But, I can also hear my horse carrying the same unease as I.
Or at least, I did for a time. I can no longer hear of the outside world. Only the whispers. The sound of silence twas' no more. It grew louder and louder. As if, my horses fate was in spite. It threw its head on my lap. To enlist my heart with fear. The darkness grew as I came to realize, I was dead.
Catnip and claws are
A lethal combination.
Shredding carpets and
converting furniture to
Your own private garbage dump.
Ice cream cones are meant to drip
But once you’ve got the knack,
You catch those drops on tongue or lip
To help preserve your snack.
At times the bottom of the cone
Might form a little hole,
Allowing an escape, unknown
When ice cream’s in a bowl.
So someone came up with a plan -
A paper cone-shaped coat
To overlay the cone, but man,
They’d never get my vote!
The paper's somehow always stuck;
It’s hard to peel away.
Thus, oftentimes, I’m out of luck
And there’s a price to pay.
I either toss the cone before
I’m finished or I might
Ingest some shreds of paper, more
Than I want in a bite!
Misfortunes mushrooming
from malevolent glares
are beliefs,
as common water hyacinth.
Eying me
drooping in dejection,
grandma takes a nip of salt,
a red chili
and some mustard,
locks her palm,
rotates her fist over my pate thrice,
then throws the ingredients of charm
into the embers in our hearth.
I refresh, fooling myself.
A scarecrow
hanging
in front of
building construction
is another Patriot system
against eye-missiles.
Defense is diverse.
Evil eyes thrive
from rhizomes of envy.
They have been
on the earth
since the inception of thought.
First published in The Literary Hatchet
Winter sets in all around
Sun is soft and birds joyous
Your silky soft songs in air
In a cool prayer
An illusion of soft peace
Enveloping pains and wounds
No sign of vandal or hoon
Moon in the prayer
You come so beautifully
In my green leaves and pink buds
They seek blue sounds in the blood
Sun melting in air
The nip in the air is nice
Warm words are born of your love
Like the black and white poems
Inside wings of doves
________________________________________
8/11/2016
Have a close look, and what do you see?
Those lines on your face: Your history
All mapped out and years in the making
Your age is a number that needs celebrating
Some need help, here and there
Others don’t worry, or seem to care
At the end of the day, when all’s said and done
It’s the price you pay for having fun
Ageing gracefully as we travel through time
Can be a roll of the dice that blows your mind!
Is it your genes…… or just good luck?
Time will tell…… ‘if you need a nip and tuck’
Some people……‘just let go’
Then get depressed at the horror show
Those who can afford it……‘go under the knife’
In an effort to disguise their ageing and strife
Wear and tear; happens ‘my son’
So don’t get depressed when your youth has gone
It’s nice to grow old…… especially with your peers
So don’t start looking…… too young for your years!!
Philip Royle copyright ©