Best Purring Poems
Growing it again, to my beard I'm referring
Not marijuana that the Feds are deterring
My face fuzz it is
Much charm it gives
Will surely start the Soup ladies' hearts' a-purring
© Jack Ellison 2015
There must be a better way to start each day
Than waking up each morning, what do you say
In the arms of girlie
Now that would surely
Start my motor a-purring in a delightful way
My protests were ignored!
He lept and then ran,
shooting out the door
at about a quarter to four.
Now, he is running free.
I know he feels good.
Frisky and full of glee
is how he likes to be.
I looked outside
when the clock said five.
There lay three critters
and none were alive.
These were gifts to me,
given that I may feed.
He was quite proud
to serve my need.
I called out his name,
played the waiting game,
standing in airy silence
because he never came.
With hands on hips,
I checked again at six.
There lay a mouse
doing tortured flips.
I had enough of this!
His behavior must be nixed.
His hunting must be stopped
before another life is popped.
I walked the streets
shaking his treats,
calling his name
and smiled when he came.
The hunting, fierce beast
now lay small at my feet
in the middle of the street,
Purring for his treats.
My anger was released
as I rubbed a soft crease.
He rolled over with ease
to show he was pleased.
Now, a little before seven,
I began some quick stepping,
heading for our home haven
to shelter my killing felon.
Snuggling him in my arms
so no other life was harmed,
I cooed in babyish tones
while walking my tiger home.
Hanging Curtain Kitten Kitty Cat always Purring- -
meow says the Cat
Kitten Kitty Cat purring
constantly purring, meow
meow says the Cat
declawed yet hangs on curtains
purring constantly, meow
9/28/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
SEDOKA Poetry Form
Purrrrrr, she has me awed!
Captured my heart from the start
Child in essence.
*For my Bindie Sue
A. Green
One stormy night, I heard a low meow , I searched for its exact location , As soon as I identified the ground.
It was a cattle drinking water trough .
I looked into the large water tub , And I found a little black kitten, It struggled for its life , I helped it to come out of the trough.
The kitten made a purring sound , It branded me by its sharp claws , It was scared and rushed into my house, And it meandered here and there .
It hid under wooden sofa , I put a cup of milk before it , Gradually it came and drank the milk ,
Once again, it went under the sofa .
It meowed to get my attention ,
I was not sure why I loved the soul, It licked my face and wagged its tail , I soon became an ailurophile .
Graceful and sleek, with fur so soft,
A feline beauty, aloof and oft,
She prowls the night with watchful eye,
In search of prey that scurries by.
With stealth and skill, she makes her move,
Her razor-sharp claws and teeth to prove,
She's queen of the hunt, the master of all,
A creature of instinct, she heeds nature's call.
Yet when the day is done, and the night is through,
She'll curl up beside you, purring anew,
Her contented purrs, a soothing sound,
As she nuzzles your hand, and snuggles down.
So regal and proud, and yet so sweet,
This furry friend, our hearts doth meet,
With her playful antics and loving ways,
Our lives enriched, forever and always.
Purring
contentedly
just being with my love
and basking in the afterglow
of our ascent to the peak of pleasure,
I now settle, spent and cozy,
in the crook of his arm
like a kitty -
purring
Posted 7/16/2022
For Caren Krutsinger's Radical Rictameter Poetry Contest
slits in the blinds
of a guestroom
leaking morning through
skinny orange white cat
follows an old man in his underwear
down the hall to the bathroom
and back to his bed
she meows, stands on his chest
rubs her nose on his head
purrs
licks his whiskers
--part of the hospitality package
echoes down the hall
cries
his almost two year old granddaughter
not letting her mommy sleep
so excited last night to see her grandpa
ran straight into his arms giggling
rattles down the hall
his soon to be son in law
in Kevlar and other prison gear
(garage door opens and closes)
puts "bob" at the end of his daughter's dad's name
thinks he's cute
kid knows whiskey, barbecue, and football
they get along just fine
buying a turkey for his ex today
might help her cook it too
just like last year
get to see his two little dogs
who will bark and whine and jump all over the place
the divorce made their two humans
pretty good friends
but he misses them
he'll stay all week
be sad to leave
little angel peeks into his bedroom
enters the doorway
she giggles
it isn't going to be a happy Thanksgiving
it already is
Purring and Stirring
While my pretty cats had both been purring
Up so much trouble Don Trump was stirring
For those down and out or no longer hearty
Can go ahead and join the Trumpeteer Party.
Talking about somebody tooting their horn
Does it all day long beginning in early morn
To dead end were led with BS he had said
Could not slide downhill so left sled in shed.
All of his BS were bothered with wallowing in
Each new day growing more did start to begin
Joke is can you imagine anyone sympathizing
With a big batch of loud blasting Trumpetizing.
He was great dodging bullets and being erratic
Not only that sure threw around a lot of static
Then when my ballot to box I began to bring
It did not go down suffering from static cling.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Was tagged and had been it
not Tony.
https://theconversation.com/woody-guthrie-old-man-trump-and-a-real-estate-empires-racist-foundations-53026
http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2015/11/23/ike-didn-t-like-trump-s-dad-at-all.html
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/woody-guthrie-trump_us_56a18e5ae4b0404eb8f11bb3
Purring and Reoccurring
When my cat was purring
Seems to be reoccurring
With him words minced
Then me rubbed against.
That was so reassuring.
Jack and Henry never
rub me the wrong way.
Jim Horn
Purring Occuring and Reassuring
While a pretty kitty kept on purring;
Our God made sure it was occurring;
At Thanksgiving;
Will like living;
Still do see my mother's ghost stirring.
Jim Horn
PS. Some other poets had asked me
to write a poem about Thanksgiving.
Listen, there it is.
Wait and you will see
Humming and purring combined
To create a sound of fantasy
Little did you know
It's power over your soul
Push harder, roar and rage
A beast locked in a cage
When it moves it's effortless
Turn the wheel and you will see
It's true beauty
E type majesty.
Growing it again, to my beard I'm referring
Not marijuana that the Feds are deterring
My face fuzz it is
Much charm it gives
Most likely will start all the Soup ladies a-purring<>
As his soft paw started to touch the ground
You never could hear a single sound
And just after that there would occur
Sound I had heard which was like a purr.
Then his paws liked to lick continually
Reminding himself it was now time to be
Heading towards food and water in a bowl;
To be filled up now was his greatest goal.
After he had been rolled body up in a heap
He quickly found that he was fast asleep
And again for certain it surely seems
Sounds of purring were perturbing in his dreams.