Best Whiskers Poems
Whiskers of time brush up
'gainst gossamer silk web
Slow down, slow down, they said
'Til forces impure
back off their attack
Faced down, turned-around
bone-dry bled
"A Whiskers Tale: Watching the Detectives"
Her whiskers tickle
when the lights go out
hormonal huntress
on the prowl
Moonlight chasing
itsy bitsies
up the wall
a silent investigator
tap dancing silently
soft as mink and sibilant
paws poised
across a different kind of
polished slippery dance floor
criminally inclined
researching minds
a baby in her
isolation crib
for sure
soft-shoe shuffling
never bored.
(LadyLabyrith / 2021)
"Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit."
"Watching the Detectives" / Elvis Costello
https://youtu.be/xO_sDtI2bYk
"Everyday I Write the Book"
https://youtu.be/ekrzLtCKMJg
" I shut my doors on that dark guilt,
I bolt the door, each door I bolt.
Blood quickens, gonging in my ears:
The panther's tread is on the stairs,
Coming up and up the stairs..."
Inspiration: "MoonLight"
"Pursuit"/Sylvia Plath
https://neuroticpoets.com/plath/poem/pursuit/
awaiting breakfast
a chilly autumn morning
sun-lit horse whiskers
A hooligan cat homeless and tattered,
hungry, and lurking on my porch battered;
a bitten ear and one eye,
so blue that it made me- sigh !
Brought him in and soon my home was shattered . . .
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May 29, 2022
Poetry/Limerick/Curly Whiskers and Long Nails
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1460-383-29
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Funny Limerick - Any Theme
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Judged 06/19/2022
Third Place
Whiskers tickle my cheek,
while purring his song.
I wake up alone, grief returns.
Until I notice his warm,
imprinted pawprints.
7/11/22
Contest :Bite Size Poem no49 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Whisper a smile to my ears, love,
Whisper a tear to my heart.
Whisper your memory over and over,
Whisper away please, apart.
Whisper yesterday gone, love,
Whisper a moment right now.
Whisper right now, forever, love,
Whisper forever to us.
These grey whiskers are worn just by me love,
These grey whiskers belong just to you.
Though you've not been here to watch them fade,
These whiskers have always been true,
Like my heart which has always been yours, love,
No other has shared e'en a part.
First-love tucked away in a jeweler's case,
Just you and I from the start.
Whisper those words you once told me, love,
So many years ago,
Whisper those words which melted me,
Before you had to go.
These grey whiskers were brown way back then, love,
You tugged on them and said, "Please don't cry."
But there was a tear on your tongue, love
And there was a tear in my eye.
Soon I'll speak smiles to your ears, love,
Soon I'll shout to our tears: "Depart!"
Soon we'll dance the end to all memory,
Soon we'll dance the end to apart.
Whisper us into forever, love,
Whisper as I cross o'er the last mile.
Words will weep never more, love.
But I'm sure my whiskers will smile.
Whiskers tickle my mouth
His hot breath is close.
I wake up quickly!
I push him away and yell "Buddy!"
He does not mind.
thrones and thistles
who are you
flowers and rainbows
only
my
little
whiskey whiskers
knows
my
little ball of yarn
i
suppose
Precious kittens move my heart -
I’ve known this since small.
Whether still or in crazed dart,
they enthrall my all.
Silk furs, whiskers, purrs -
all make resistance depart
while cat love occurs.
When disappointing who we love.
Sudden whiskers of defeat,
Cover our face in shame
But there's no one else to blame,
The mirror shows the culprit.
When you feel the need to split,
Change your mind and play the game
Nothing comes close to the rush
Of a the burning in your face,
If you run in this life's race.
A cat's prowess is in his thin and long
Whiskers. They be walking sticks that tell him
Who be where and what be there and all of
His surroundings. From him, nothing is hid.
Yet man's prowess is not like Cat's long beard,
For man has not got any as magic
As that. Scepter, kingdom provide power
Nothing good, yea, nothing bad. All we want.
Who be better off, then? Sir cat, or we,
The people? With our laws, our rules, our courts,
Our punishment? Not right it is for us.
We are made free and to be full of peace.
Yea, can Sir Cat us teach?
Or will this hell we keep?
Whenever he reads a satire
even when not hit on head
his whiskers rise up
and lips tremble with rage
When misfortune visits opponent
he celebrates and bangs chest
wanting to call fire
to come down to finish
work started by ill luck
This is darkness of heart
shaped in actions
of the great but blind
There glows the Crystal Ball with a Mia Farrow,
Panic stricken, scared eyes, disenchanted narrow.
‘Swagger and Strut’ learning corporate sorrows,
Chirpy Meina singing out, aloud; of tomorrow.
“------ Mama Mia shadi ke pher mein.”
Dracula watch, jump reach-up and freeze,
Busy cheese, don’t you know? caps the breeze.
Bell a cat, no Jerry dare date; what crap.
On the mat, pat you go, in the marriage trap.
“------ Feasting ghodea channa ke khet mein.”
Rasping shadow, speak-up, call again to reach;
In time you will learn what we preach.
Click: snapped the chill; Mocking cool the breach.
You care, it is gains all round, so natural!, we teach.
My cat has lots of whiskers,
whiskers on her face,
and above her bright green eyes,
appearing like lace.
And some in her ears,
whiskers on whiskers, whiskers
like tiny white spears !
why is it
when I arrive
for a bit
they run away
and hide from me
they don't stay
too bad for them
they should know
I'm their friend
but no, they snicker
and bide their time while
grandpa pulls his whiskers