Catlike Poems | Examples

Handlebars

Let go of both the handlebars,
free the fireflies from mason jars;
Poignant lyrics sprung from memoirs
barz built for starz, barz built for starz;

So much fervor flooding the mic 
moving across the stage catlike;
He’s controlling a missile strike
riding a bike, riding a bike.

I need a Litter Box

Jimmy wished he was a cat
Not a kitten, but a full-grown caterwauling tom
He prayed about it every night for ten years
One morning he saw catlike qualities in the mirror
I look like a cat! He said.
I have whiskers like a cat!
I need a litter box.
So he made himself one out of a long dishpan
His mother kicked him out shortly afterwards

This Richer Wine of Green

A lass thus dressed half-brash with gown that touched
The edges of my seeing eye ablush.
This richer wine of green, bedeviled beast —
Yes, all her fault unraveled tongue, my speech.

An inch of time opened the myriad
Of seasons...the best of solar systems —
The creaking door alarming with her eyes.
Divine, this emerald city. I’m lost

Between her thighs (she knows not yet). Those eyes!
Oh lovely catlike eyes - the crescent gems
Beguile this slave. Her gown with chains of green.
Hark all! Look away men...her curls do hiss.

Like a seaman at siren’s call, there’s fear —
But no recall of land nor maiden’s face.
The ghostlike mist of Northern lights, her hem.
I’m stitched just right, a ratchet gear of knees.

12/7/2019
Green Dress Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
10 syllables each line
Most in Iambic Pentameter

Cats Got Yo Tongue- -

 Cats got yo tongue,
	catwalks, runs stalks prowls;
	Meow!
        Catheads catalog catlike people.
	Meow, yet they smell cationic;
	Cats got yo tongue!
	
	
	
        Catlings catmints containments within parsnips;	
	Catnaper catcher of meow winks;
	And does a catfish eat mice;
	Cats got yo tongue!
	
	
	And does a dog walk down a catwalk;
	Does a catbird tweet-tweet...
	And does a catchup ever get behind;
	Do cats wear shoes with their catsuit;
	Does a catboat sink or floats;;
	Catcall the caterer chatter-chatter-
	Cats got yo tongue;
	
MEOW!


8/4/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2019

Catfucious 2

You yank me from my curtain climb
     But I shall nap and bide my time.

             You'll pass by soon enough.

On Fire Island

We stood upon the ripe
Dunes
Looking down upon the shorn
Tops
Of holly trees wading in the
Sunken
Hiatus, splayed between 
Ocean
And Great South 
Bay.
The lawntrees were 
Rippling
In the fervid air. Then
Catlike 
We plunged into the cool 
Emerald 
Arbored depths: Everything is
Green
Like her sunglasses there.

This little poem is another rare piece of juvenilia preserved from my college years at UF (1977-80).

Catlike Agility

cat 
floats over wall 
leaves crunch

Parisian Night

Parisian nights magical made for hand in hand walking
Along the light sparkling Seine,
Across bridges running to old left bank enclaves
Magic nights soft city lights
Footsteps echo into alleys
Taxis purr catlike in misty morning dew
Who walks in these early hours just before dawn?
Bakers rolling croissants, freshly baking
Deliveries of flowers, papers, breads
All in sleepy just light …
You and I, hand in hand,  find our way home
Under flowering purple trees

The Violation of a Secret Place

We had a secret place, Marie and I,
a slabwood shack with a narrow door
and a hole in the roof where the rain came in,
the eaves unfinished where swallows built their nests.

There was just one seat inside, 
a long and narrow seat
boarded over, nailed there, 
both chair and table for little girl picnics.

Behind the shack, a splashing brook
carried our boats in water finger-deep;
beyond the brook and ancient trees,
a corn field marched to infinity.

"Where do you go?" my brother asked,
but we would never tell--until one day
he followed us, sneaking catlike through the corn,
trailing the trickle of our voices.

He told on us at supper time
and everybody laughed 
and said we had played in a privy. 

Marie touched my hand behind the chairs;
we felt the tears we dare not shed,
and knew that beyond the corn and through the woods
we'd find another secret place.

Like a Gentle Sneeze

The tree stretches its branches
Like a cat waking up from sleep
Its leaves  give a little shake
Almost like a gentle sneeze

Looks down at the passing river 
Snaking its way past its roots
Watering nature as it meanders by
Grass and plants with wormlike shoots

Where is this river running to
What mysteries does it leave behind
Any evil  teardrops to poison you
Or just happiness of the watery kind

Whatever hope this picture brings
Look for the sun as it bursts with song
Remember that tree with its catlike stretch
And the lazy river meandering along.

A Summer

Remembering a Summer 
In the backyard of the house that had never
been painted and had so many people living
inside that it looked like it was ready to burst,
the sun flooded- high summer- as bluebottles
circled the rubbish bin where a big rat sat and
catlike cleaned its face using a piece of broken
glass as a mirror. I patted the rodent on its head
it smiled showing healthy teeth and sank them
into my hand before running down a hole.
My dad used the last of his whisky to clean
The wound, mother was glad for that.

Blame It On Her Voice

How do you fence out a song, should have made
My heart sound proof against the burglar's voice
Or set my slobbering soul in airtight steel barricade
How do stop the catlike notes from climbing joyce
And beam, or taking out a new air-condition vent
Just to break. Go ahead say its my fault, set guilt
Like a clock on me, my heart is missing and I lament
That it is her song to blame. Her voice a comfy quilt
Lull me so to peace, I tried to breathe my heart's gone
And neither was her voice there, I bet she made a pawn!

I cannot blame her eyes, I had not seen them yet
I cannot blame her subtle ways, she had not seen me
Then. I drank the honey from her lips, I've no regret
Only her voice is guilty now, I am post matrimony
And in my head the constant song, the silk melody
It has stolen reason, my heart and all else taken gone
But footprints are everywhere that voice trampled me
Took a son out of my being, and night out of the dawn
Blame it on her voice when she becomes the death of me.

Edited Out

This  special willow (Salix Caprea)
Is an early spring-blooming small tree.
The fuzzy little catlike blooms
Are very interesting to see.

Put these willow branches into water
And force them into early bloom.
It’s fun to watch them grow and open.
They’ll cheer up any wintry room.

By Joyce Johnson February 26 2012

Tom and Jerry

Let's play a game of cat and mouse chase. 
Like in the cartoon, life is Jerry the mouse.
Life hides from Tom the cat, which is the cruel world.

Tom always tries to chase Jerry but Jerry is too quick 
for him. That is how life is. The world chases afte life.

At times, Jerry tries to wake up Tom and let him chase him.
He does all sort of crazy things to wake him up and chase him;
playing tricks on him. After Tom wakes up, Jerry hurries into
safety; his tiny mouse hole.

This is how my world is. It is an evil catlike word that hisses at 
me all the time. I run, like Jerry, into safety, which is life.
It might not be the best mouse hole, but it is life.

I wish I were like Jerr; always running away from my cruel world 
of suffering and pain, and find safety in some hole in my Soul. 
But I need to stop chasing my cruel world and let it sleep; 
be aware and have a plan when it wakes up.

Interposition

The whisper of a whisker
At my window
Scratches at my eardrums
Like inch-long nails on a chalkboard
In the hot sweaty classroom
Where I grew old
So like a student greets the bell
I greet the reaper
Who stares at me through the glass
Through the night
Through thin slits
In catlike eyes

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