Best Purr Poems
Purr came crying one day to Pat,
"I'm black (sniff), and a 'bad luck' cat,
No harm I mean to souls around,
But seeing me, they turn around,
I want to play with them like you,
But shoo me out is all they do,
They say I'm (sniff) evil and black,
No, I ain't ever going back."
Comforting Purr, Pat hugged her tight,
Said, "Everything will be alright,
I tell you black is beautiful -
They know it not - how pitiful!
You're not bad luck, you are a charm,
You're daring, dashing and no harm,
I'm sure you'll win their hearts, my friend,
Ev'n if not, I'm here till the end."
Purr hugged Pat back with love unfeigned,
She knew ~ true friends are colour blind.
01/21/18
RE-PURR-CUSSIONS
I had gone out
with the “boys”
came home a week later.
She walked out on me
just left
looked over her shoulder
only once…..
I had never seen that look before
or since
she never came back…
I threw out her
litter box
a week later.
John g. Lawless
©4/12/2019
Purr Verse
Give me a mole or a moose or a mouse,
Make it quite small, or as big as a house,
Buy me a bear or a big ol' black bat,
But I beg you please,
Do not give me a cat!
Mail me a whale or a wart hog or worm,
Something that crawls or that creeps or can squirm,
Pass me a buck! Send a hare out of place,
Or do a bad tern,
But a cat I can't face!
A snake I can take, (though I quake at the thought),
Or a skunk or a hunk of some "gross" thing you've caught,
An eel or an owl or a newt or a gnat,
Or some fleas, if you please,
Just don't give me a cat!
However, there's one thing that I dislike more
And that is a rat! Oh, a rat I'd abhor!
If I found just one little rat in my flat,
I know what I'd do -
I'd go get me … a cat!
she purrs ... contented
I feel stress leave my body
the sound of her purr
is like the rain on the roof
or ocean lapping the shore
by: iolanda scripca
The breaks screeched to avoid melodramas
" Free Kittens" - a sign said next to the port...
Name: Thomas Bahamas In Pajamas
Thus, he became my son's pet of some sort.
Inflated fur ball with four skinny legs
Greenish eyes and a mane like a lion
The last "warrior" was he at mom's "kegs"
In his quest to become Himalayan.
We brought him to Sophie - a rescued cat
Abandoned at birth, her eyes almost closed
No mommy taught her how to chase a rat
"I'll be showing you the ropes", he proposed.
So, Thomas Bahamas In Pajamas
Demonstrated his seductive techniques
Now, the couple is gone among llamas
Honeymooning and expecting in weeks...
www.scripca.com
Jaunty can't live without her
for silly matters deter
actually he loves much
gone from home no touch
boomerang husband's purr
Note: Sorry, this is my first limerick
You came to my door,
The night I needed a friend the most
Unexpectedly, I smiled
You walked straight inside like I’ve known you all along
And we both knew in each other we did belong
It wasn’t hard to figure out, sweet angel
You came through that door
To restore my soul
-Dedicated to my new furry friend, Clyde
My somewhat outsize ears and longish neck
(I swear exist, which contrary to popular myth
never seen by living persons) support this egg shaped
(fried or scrambled some might argue) head.
A mostly flat and hairless chest attests to a regular
regimen of light (self-concocted) chest-pounding routine.
Exercise (as well as meditation) a vital part of my
daily program to deal with the ordinary stresses
of primitive existence. Coffee happens to be the
sotto voce sole vice, which exotic brews provide
helpful jump-start. I sometimes even chump on cup
kept teeth sharp. That unproductive habit came
to a screeching halt after breaking every pearly white.
Now to that locale known as the trumpeting rump
pull stilts skin. Although the unseen forces of biology
and genetics dealt me an itsy bitsy, tiny tushy
(which serves as the but for fellow Apes to taunt
and tease) such anatomical feature offers little
value as the worthiness of sexual prowess.
This palm pilot sized gluteus Maximus offers one benefit.
Ease to squeeze into tight spaces without getting stuck.
This tiny tushy accompanied by a vestigial and
teeny-weensy Weiner schnitzel of a phallus, which
undersized cock a doodle do doth bulge into
an erectile state within shooting distance of
coveted warm, wet and wooly private world
property of each and every woman.
A pair of skinny (flamingo like) legs (covered in
adequate hair) now completes this general character sketch.
in rain-soaked wetlands
pussy willow clusters bloom ~
furry catkins purr
A kitten snuggles on your lap
and makes that purring sound.
Into your soul pours happiness
and love is all around.
Your heart begins to slow its beat,
to keep time with that purr.
the sounds of peace fill up your mind,
while stroking that soft fur.
Temptress myrrh, lips cherry liqueur,
slinky stir, pulsing panther purr,
femme fatale’s flirt dangerous tease,
wild-cat style pounce you to your knees!
Sinuous, sensual gyrate,
animal allure consummate,
delicious grin, deadly as sin,
inside-out she will spin your skin.
Prowling, growling and soft meow,
feline finesse, enchantress know-how...
tie you in knots, lie you a mess,
panther purr in little black dress.
Susan Ashley
August 3, 2017
Waddling in like a drunken shadow,
my portly belly cannot pass unseen.
And once spotted, I meow my hello
regal-like, reaffirming I'm their queen.
I'm finicky and won't use my litter
unless it's paw-print deep and freshly cleaned.
And yet, though somewhat slow, I'm no quitter,
keeping myself meticulously preened.
I'm attended by my subjects, my two friends,
who have pampered and groomed me from the start.
And I trust they will until my life ends,
for we have bonded, heart, to heart, to heart.
And when one brushes my ebony fur,
I snuggle in their lap and purr, purr, purr.
(Personification/Sonnet)
06/06/2022
Personification- Pets Talking Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
1. your pet now
Written by Gail DeBole on March 16, 2020
There once was a kitty named Kelly
Who watched his shows on the telly.
When someone massaged his ears
Kelly’s purr became clear
And he became one cheerful felly.
There's an old woman that lives in a house full of cats;
they're all so lovable and fat, they will steal your heart.
Forever playing about the house with a stuffed mouse,
she is known as the Craz Cat Woman that's lost her cart.
In love with her cats; they're always close and under foot,
meow, meow, and purr sounds expressing contentment.
Treated as spoiled young, let them have the run of the house,
wishing for coziness, hoping for noise abatement.
Hounds heard outside the window, they stir in excitement,
however, at night at ease they dream of birds and mice.
You can bet that round her house, there's not even a mouse;
never allowed out, at times forget to playing nice.
With a loving smile and tenderhearted affection,
they all starving for her attention, she brings caring
satisfaction; they are so many and still counting,
a world of ecstasy, she is willing and sharing.
8/7/2018
Poetry Contest: Cat Poems'
Sponsored By: Tania Kitchin
I heard a song, so sweet it rhymed,
Below the ground, nah! above the sky,
Echoes of purr woefully chimed,
Seducing me, nah! fiddling a fly!
Again, my day ends in pretty blue,
Behind the log, her paean bloom,
Again, my day bloom in her meow,
Behind the wall echoes resume.
Within the walls my feline trapped,
Me, a fool, savouring her last cry,
Within my reach the singer pined,
Sang the melody, for me to buy!
Oh God, let her spirit sour high,
I the sinner, never deny!