Best Wildcats Poems
I wanted to be your Captain America,
but I feel like the remorseful 'Joker,'
who has lost his 'Harley Quinn.'
Do you recall our first song,
how I strummed guitar strings to
reflect our romantic symphonies,
but now all I hear are unfinished lyrics.
The flowers we planted now wilt,
as you left them unattended.
I tried to release all the budgerigars,
but they slump in their cage
with broken wings.
You left me abandoned,
where the wildcats cry.
I'm lost, alone in an asylum of angst,
ready to erupt like a firework fuse,
as slowly, sanity vanishes in flashes.
The weight of my tears sting like acid
on my cracked porcelain skin,
as lungs collapse from screaming,
like a broken brittle bridge,
unable to hold the burdens -
all that remains is brick and mortar.
I don't want to live among
the shattered pieces you left behind,
so I travel from Jersey shores,
to ivory sand dunes, building castles,
but you keep on moving,
so racing waves wash them away.
Empty echoes and silent rooms,
mean my heart dissolves like
those sand particles,
lying upon the sea bed,
resembling ruptured dreams.
As the Red Oak trees release their leaves,
they prepare a scarlet carpet,
adorning you in admiration,
hoping you return to me in the fall.
I won't forget nor stop loving you
until my last breath and if I'm fortunate,
maybe you will place a bouquet,
perfumed in your tenderness
upon my final resting place. .
Categories:
wildcats, heartbreak,
Form:
Free verse
Three girls weathered the Arizona heat
Ranch hands distributed straw cowboy hats
Without them we’d have fallen to sun’s defeat
As our horses bounded through desert flats
Far faster than the onlooking wildcats
My comrades suffering from heat stroke
We chilled the next day and drove to Tombstone
Where spirits of Wyatt and his crew were evoked
Marshal’s badges for sale, tickled my funny bone
Placed on my hat, in the sun the badge shone
The next day we rode again full speed
Tense fists clinging to the saddle horn
Through an area best known for tumbleweed
My hat flew off, a cactus now adorned
No longer on my head was it worn
After we returned to the stable
I set out on foot and retrieved my marshal hat
To reach it, I was nearly disabled
Coyotes did not put out a welcome mat
To shoo them away, I swung cactus like a bat
*Entry for Carol’s “My Favorite Hat or Bonnet” contest. (True, but for the swinging
of the cactus -- ouch!)
Categories:
wildcats, cowboy-western, funnyday,
Form:
Quintain (English)
“If I Were an Elephant”
Too many people look past my beauty,
Look too intently at my ivory.
The huntsmen I fear,
Of wildcats I steer clear.
They all want what I am made of,
Not what I am - not my wisdom, my peaceful demeanor.
I stand tall, I stand proud
I am closer to the stars, I admire each passing cloud.
My young I shall teach to be strong,
Though many look at us all wrong.
I am tall, I am proud,
I will not tilt my head, you will not see me bowed.
Categories:
wildcats, africa, age, animal, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
There were wolves, coyotes and wildcats:
all fighting for supremacy in vast grasslands,
but envy made them greener than grass and harder than rock...
trying to break up the alliance between the rabbit and the fox.
Morning came without delay as light shone on the dusky, sea-weeded reefs;
they silently gathered behind the tallest weeds resembling hungry beasts,
hoping they'd pass by and entrap them and have a meal...
and they waited many hours to make that imagined kill.
How could they outsmart a rabbit with his agility
and a fox with his shrewdness? Their plot had to have ingenuity
to make them fall for that something they desperately craved...
and what was it they were looking for? Was it flesh they desired?
These two harmless animals looked out for each other ,
any unfamiliar sound or noise would make them shiver
and alarm them to keep a sharp eye on anything that moved...
even a gecko climbing rocks would would make them feel awkward.
And the shy rabbit and the sly fox gave a hint to hunters,
pointing where they were hiding: in the shade of poison oaks;
not knowing that they would have a mad rash so unexpected...
they ran chased by a dozen of dogs as the rabbit and foxed reveled.
The wolves, coyotes and wildcats vowed revenge, if they ever escaped;
no rabbit or fox would survive in their territory...if they were found
snoozing under the shady wildflowers or on the top of logs:
they'd surely be the perfect treat for their growling stomachs!
The rabbit and the fox finally enjoyed their freedom and loyalty
by planning a more effective strategy despite fret or calamity.
Categories:
wildcats, animals, funny, nature
Form:
Ballad
Sometimes things don’t work out as planned
not that Nate planned it, such is basketball love
and strong are the threads of the basketball net.
He hooped all summer, sweating on outdoor court
before moving to school gym through fall and winter
knowing he was good but must work to be better.
Moving up to High School, things getting better
Varsity as a freshman, thing’s going as planned
four years of hard practice through each fall and winter
at High School graduation, all he got was love.
Conference player of the year, full press court
college at Becknell’s - next year nothing but net.
Summer’s prep but his three pointer nowhere near net
a shoulder injury redshirts him; takes months to get better.
But a career year as a senior, he was king of the court
two years in March Madness, all going as planned
with college graduation, a brief cheerleader love
hope springs eternal with passing of winter.
Transfer to Kentucky and Wildcats, but with winter
a broken wrist and covid darken his net.
March Madness was cancelled, pandemic's tough love
yet nothing that going pro couldn’t make better.
But draft passed without call, nothing going as planned
it’s tough to stay centred on basketball’s court.
An anxious summer, tryouts on NBA courts
but covid loomed large, sport locked down in winter.
Would this end those hoop dreams he'd planned?
Then Christmas came early; a ten-day contract with the Nets
led to a place in the G League where he could get better
such is the trial of basketball love.
Then Nate moved to Europe following basketball love
but Ukraine and Russia offers covid cancelled with nyet.
A contract with Israeli Basketball’s Premier League was better
and he starred with Hapoel Holon, League champion that winter
on this stage, he was again king of the court
even though things didn’t always go as planned.
So ends this tale of basketball love, but with end of winter
will Nate be more than a jester caught in basketball’s net?
Sometimes things work out, but not always as planned
_____________________________________________
link to Nate's wiki entry
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nate_Sestina
Categories:
wildcats, basketball, dream, life,
Form:
Sestina
kentucky wildcats
go big blue,go big blue,yeah!!!
b-ball is the king
Categories:
wildcats, art,
Form:
Haiku
Oh boy, what a mistake!
Took my twin kitty's outside
for the first time on a leash.
Tired and lazy, they became instantly awake.
Chasing butterflies, rolling in dirt
Having a good ole' domestic time
Just when I thought they were fine-
Into wildcats did they convert!
Done and bored with the play
They took to stalking prey.
My little babies who had never been outside
Personalities took a divide
went from cute and silly
to Jeckyll and Hyde!
Good thing Mama was there and they were tied!
I took them in before they got mean,
Five minutes later they were clawing at the screen!
"Meowtside!" they were chanting-
raving and ranting!
All the while I am running about the house panting
chasing to and fro
these crazy kitty's I didn't know anymore
My babies I adore-
Now all they wanted was freedom to rove and explore.
Hours later, they finally settled down
These beloved kids of mine-
Are never going out on the town!
Categories:
wildcats, funny, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
When like a sullen miser, the dark skies relent
unleashing rain to pummel a parched, dry land
grey soaked clouds press forward, a grand event
whipping wind wildly like gusts of lashing strands.
The clash and clamor of a restless storm excites
ignites imagination to great heights of wonder
as lightning streaks and cracks the fragile sky
and thunder presses pounding fists to plunder.
Without reserve, wildlife gather and take cover
motherly trees engulf them with leafy arms
wildcats seek caves, foxes burrow down under
farmers herd their livestock into wooden barns.
Each day God directs His drama in the skies
He orchestrates every movement under the sun
His glory unfolds as we witness with our eyes
for He is Lord over all, He is the Mighty One.
12/28/2021
Updated on 3/23/2023
Categories:
wildcats, power, weather,
Form:
Rhyme
8/4/22
Too much crap coming with a high tax
Intentional not by chance
It's always been like that
Others talking behind backs
Especially after sipping out bottles from wine racks
It'll reach an end or climax
After a time lapse
Meanwhile it was in person or done behind glass
Having nothing or everything to do with finance
Nearby wildcats or waves with white caps
Took care of five tasks, ran nine laps
Nearby a lake full of striped bass
While carrying an ice axe
They said they were involved in divine acts
Across coarse and fine grass
Nearby several bike paths
I've had a nice laugh
Always ready to strike fast
Because you can't ever get any time back
Not a fool, intelligent
Not a tool, change is eminent
Nothing indefinite
It's already proven and evident
The truth instead of rhetoric
Heart cold, Mt. Everest
24/7 high and drinking alcoholic beverages
Humans always trying to have leverage
On my phone zero messages
At times gained or loss appendages
Pathetic is what their agenda is
Not easily do I forget, most things I remember it
Cause and effect quit treating me like a degenerate
Adding fuel to fire with accelerant
You're taking sides, I'mma call you Confederate
In the end, I'll turn into a revenant
No matter what you do, it's irrelevant
River beds sit full of sediments
Thank you, but I don't need your sentiments
This all shall be a testament
While among the elements
A curse or blessed to live
Damn yet again depression hit
It effected development or became a benefit
ed up but not desperate
No filter, won't ever quit
For more or less of it
I avoid over-populated areas, I'd rather be where it's desolate
Good on you if you have an impression from this
Your impact is minor or the size of an elephant
Quit being so quick to be the celebrant
You've been obsessed with percentages
Remaining far too petulant and delicate
Yeah I said it b****
It all goes for guys and gals regardless of if they get the gist of this
Oh we got another chump, I beg your pardon
All these schmucks, gosh darnit
Imma leave 'em stuck, Tar pit
Try your luck, start s***
I don't give a , it's a wrap like your body inside carpet
Categories:
wildcats, dark, deep, life, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
Mike is a Glaswegian who trains with the Wildcats,
The wheelchair rugby team who like taking centre,
He was born on the 13th December 1982, the stats,
But had a diving accident in 2000 which did batter.
He was studying at college in health and fitness,
But during his rehab he was introduced to rugby,
The GB Development squad took him on, address,
Until in 2006 he was selected for the elite, as lucky.
The GB team took silver, 2011, at the Europeans,
And in London they came 5th to boast the place,
He became captain of the British team, had ions,
And at the Euros 2015 won gold, Rio to embrace.
Categories:
wildcats, body,
Form:
Quatrain
Dogs are the smartest ones
in all of the animal kingdom,
they've been man's best friends
since Man began to roam.
It's a great feeling to have one,
also very sad to lose one as I did...
the indelible memories on grasslands
and wild wind while riding my horse.
My black hound with a white spot
on his head was the fastest one,
other dogs couldn't match up
to the stamina of this canine.
When I looked out to the marshlands,
I heard him sniff through the high grass
and with a bark he guided me through the haze,
in frog-infested water, I found a deer in a daze.
The young deer looked up and emitted a sight of relief
knowing that a brave dog had saved him,
I gave him water and he drank it all...
then he got up and ran in the stillness of Fall.
Many rescue missions I successfully accomplished,
saving rabbits, birds, wildcats and squirrels
and without the help of Lucky and his intelligence
I wouldn't have been rewarded and honored.
Categories:
wildcats, animals, inspirational, nature, on
Form:
Rhyme
Once On A Festive, Golden Afternoon
Once on a festive, golden afternoon,
Trailing slow through forests primeval green;
Setting sun was low, eager to leave soon,
Its orange rays giving radiant sheen;
Images coming of stars and forested nights
Moonbeams bouncing into beautiful glow;
Such majestic earthen natural sights,
Nature preening up with its nighttime show
Yellow-eyed owls to call with hoot, hoot hoot,
Wildcats gliding through foliage unseen;
Quietly clomping forth in hiking boots,
Admiring shadowed beauty, Nature's screen
Heart felt glee in future imagined moon
Hiking forth festive, golden afternoon.
Robert Lindley,
Sonnet, (Forest and Nature's beauty A'calling)
http://www.lindleypoetry.com/
Categories:
wildcats, art, beauty, imagination, moon,
Form:
Sonnet
Will That Music Sing Sweetly To Us Forever
Out there comes music from the emerald hills,
Where rabbits, foxes and wildcats roam,
And great scenic views that a sad heart thrills
When seeking Nature far from sweet home
Summer morns the forest sings to be so alive
And meadow flowers dance as they are blown
Busy bees go about making honey for the hive
While snakes crawl through the brush overgrown
Will that music sing sweetly to us forever,
Or fall to cutting axe with a sharp blade,
God forbid! Pray we that comes true never!
As our hearts find the beauty Nature hath made!
R.J. Lindley
June 9th, 1974
Categories:
wildcats, appreciation, art, beautiful, environment,
Form:
Rhyme
Are ancient domesticated cats from an Arabic land
Is it where they came from, as history understands
But this is not so, they lived and graced
For in Cyprus was found, a skeleton in place
Egypt was favourite, until that burial place was found
Interned with its master, on Mediterranean ground
They evolved from wildcats in Africa at large
Five self-domesticating, in evolutionary charge
So the cats you see today, came from them
All coloured so different, every single one a gem
My entry into Constance's " Cat Tails " contest
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-4.php
Categories:
wildcats, animals, nature, places
Form:
Couplet
Well-established wonder-stricken wayfarers will work with wizards,
who worry worm-eating warblers will wander by with Wyandottes.
Witchdoctors wallowing with Weiss beer will widen willowy wonky
widow’s walks. Who? What? When? Why? Why not?
Wonderful wearisome woolly Willies whose wrinkly wiggly whatchamacallits will weigh whizzing wingfish whipped wildly within Widow Williams’s whirlybird’s window wells. Who? What? When? Why? Why not?
Why wayfarers? Witches? Wizards, Wolverines? Witchdoctors? Well, woks, workbenches, wobbly wickiups, were wildly wanting whiffle ball’s wishful wildcats, which is why we were willing to wind up wolves, women, and worst-case woodcocks into worthy wayfarer’s winter wineglass widgets within wonderful, wise-cracking
woodland’s wee-folk who reside within wizardly wigwams.
Who? What? When? Where? Why? Why not?
Warm whoopee wayfarers welcome willing witchdoctor's whizzing whatchamcallits on Wednesdays with wonderfulness.
Categories:
wildcats, word play,
Form:
Alliteration