Most adorable gift I've ever received when I was a child
was a lovely kitten who often nestled by my side,
I named him Kuting from her overloading cuteness;
We became best buddies, my precious toy, my happiness.
He grew up into a fine feline, helping us in the house
and in our small barn too, driving all rats or mouse,
Trained to use his improvised loo was a high rate;
At meal time, he quietly sat in front of me to wait.
A well-mannered and most friendly pet I’ve ever had,
Never stole foods nor scratched me…my parents were so glad;
To our farm animals, so playful gentle and kind,
Ducklings and chicks were always following him behind.
God has given him so many years to live -
reward of great cat's love purred to us at immense heave;
His life ended after fighting with a poisonous snake
that devoured some eggs and hissed my dog, Spotneck.
Oh, Kuting you were my best friend, pet and hero!
We hold you in our heart, we’ll never forget you,
Our photos together on shelves are great reminders
of your many beautiful memories that'll be treasured forever!
Pup Choco is so closed with pup, Milky
Sleeping in couch… load of cuteness to see!
Snuggling warmly together,
Kitten climbs up to bother,
They run away yelping, leaving their pee.
dolls from the sixties
pre Barbie days
chubby bodies with round faces
rivaled the cuteness of a toddler
two-year-old leaned into the window
gazing at them with rapt attention
not realizing they were ghouls in disguise
ready to take the soul of whomever took them home
A birdhouse hanging from a tree
Has snow piled on its roof.
If there are doubts about the storm,
Well, there’s the real-life proof.
Designed with details to appear
So cottage-like and charming,
Its Wedgewood-colored siding
Both familiar and disarming,
This mini-homestead’s cuteness is
An unexpected treat.
You wouldn’t look for such a thing
On a Manhattan street.
Yet there it is, with bright white door
And next to it, a broom,
Just waiting for a sparrow
To stop by and take up room.
Surrounding it, apartments loom;
Pedestrians make haste.
Still, somehow in this neighborhood,
This dwelling’s been embraced.
The first time we met was last night
Feelings flew like rockets in the sky
You were bashful and a little coy
Your cuteness I could never deny
We were all sitting around one table
Enjoying the company and our beer
More people showed up at the table
You set on my lap whispering in my ear
We were flirting with each other
Then planning out our future to be
It started out as fun but it got serious
Maneuvering life just to be with me
Throwing all caution to the wind
Together in life we took a chance
And we will ride this to the end
Our lives one as long as life grants
Forever forever will I miss you Dad,
Even though I tried ofttimes not to be sad.
I know you're in a better place looking down on me,
Smiling down on me,your showers pouring down on me;
Atanda, he whose handwriting is prettiest like a gazelle's footsteps,
Aguntasoo lo, a man with steeze whose cuteness-
Makes all heart push front leaning position of million reps.
The man from whom I inherited this poetry gift,
Who labored so hard to give my life a lift;
Omo olomu aperan,oloro agogo,
Although it's been five years ago,
It still feels fresh in my memory,
I couldn't have stopped death even-
With all the shakabula in my armory;
Your son is staying strong, I a Soldier
Though it ain't easy without you- the world is colder
But I'll keep praying for you everyday till my last breath
For you're my own veteran- for whom I'll always lay a wreath.
Keep Resting My Dada??
It is not but a tiny ball of yarn I say as I roll it around in my hand then throw it away. The littlest furball sees it and squalls a hiss which made her mother even twitch. She pounced and rolled and bounced and scolded that teeny tiny ball of yarn until she molded it upon her four paws. Down on her back it was a balancing act which then brought a smile to my face in fact. Oh my goodness the cuteness and the pureness addresses each part of my heart. Her eyes alight as her brother jumps in or on if you will. Within a moment it is a torrent of hisses and scratches which the ball of yarn matches by somehow staying together. As the claws turn to paws each lies on their and pauses if only to draw more air. Then again it ensues two frisky kitties on the loose as the ball they did choose for theirs.
Tumhare baare mein har baat jaanne ka junoon sa tha,
Aaj tumhari bohot aadate meri aadaton ka hissa hai jisme ek sukoon sa hai.
Achha batao na, ab bhi kuch janana baaki hai kya?
Ya phir jo jaana hai, bas itna hi kaafi hai kya?
Suno na, kuch kehna tha... chhodo, rehne do,
Tum to ho hi ziddi, chalo fir bataata hoon ||
Har ek baatein tumhari har pal apnapan sa laati hain,
Jaise pichle janmon ke kuch khaas rishton ki yaadein jagati hain.
Cuteness ka jaadu to hai hi tum me, par pata hai alag kya hai wo hai thodi sanjeedgi ke saath,
Ab agar ye tulna kia jaye to ye aise hai jaise chaand ki alta aur suraj ki baat ||
Apne kaam se jo lagan tum dikhati ho,
Pata hai tum hai na zindagi ko apni tariko aur saleekho ke sath sajati ho.
Chhoti se chhoti baat bhi yaad rakh leti ho,
Achha sach sach batana kya tum use dil ke panne par likhti ho.
Last aur ek bat batata hu jis tarah tumhara andaaz sabse juda hai,
Tumhari baatein bhi khud mein hi khuda hai ||
Written on 30th October, 2024 for the contest: Holiday Humor- Limerick Set
by Tania Kitchin. Contest Judged:
17th November, 2024
Placement: 2nd
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Our Halloween cat finally brought home,
Cuteness on display like models in Rome,
Even it shines so nice,
Like jewels of good price.
Fun smiles when it's allowed to freely roam.
Two cat buddies thought they had a new friend,
This big-eyed stranger toy cat could not bend,
Having a sway motion,
With no emotion.
To all their cat plays its mood could not blend.
Its curious hosts never saw its jumps,
Like a drunkard its walk is full of slumps,
So smittened so bad,
To make it feel sad,
But when it got shattered they both felt trumped.
Dear! How beauty should be spelt,
'Cos deep in all hearts, you are felt,
Many oceans crossed for your sake,
Your goodness isn't a mistake,
So, your sweetness, all feet it swept.
All stony hearts, your beauty melt,
To your love, angels gently knelt,
Praising your cuteness, all partake,
Dear!
In your heart, true love has best dwelt,
Good looks your face wear with a belt,
Your birthday, keeps my mind awake,
From here, on you, my love I pelt.
Dear!
Memory of my grandson at 6 years old
July 4th 2016
cache extra cuteness
courting field of coneflowers
purple purity
cute as button upturned smile
stirs boy’s long hair and wild grass
Everyone loves a new mother.
We give her pampering gifts.
Send her carnations and roses.
Promise her candles, warm baths, chocolates.
Tromp into the hospital bearing onesies with cute sayings.
Pretending the smell of urine is palatable.
Pretending to not hear the cat whines from the new hairless creature.
Lying about the baby’s cuteness, feeling it is more hideous than pretty.
When postpartum blues hit, and the loudest wailing begins.
When deep pain, anguish and depression filter into the house
Who stays to help?
These are the heroes.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
What a charming kid you are.
Across the silver screen you prance,
Though you can't act, or sing, or dance,
But for six whole years
Your precious cuteness had no par.
You were tons of fun with curly hair,
And miles and miles of sunny smiles,
But I surmise, Miss Shirley Temple,
That movie history critics say
Your most conspicuous talent lay,
Not in real abilities, per se,
But in twinkling eyes and lots of dimples.
Author's note: I wrote this piece, dear reader, after watching "The Bluebird" last Christmas. Some of you may not be aware that Shirley Temple was MGM's first choice for the role of Dorothy in "The Wizard of Oz", but her studio would not "lend" her to them for the project. And they have my eternal gratitude.
Imagine, if you possibly can,
The primate called orangutan.
A great many people admire his cuteness;
They don't even seem to mind his hirsuteness.
His arms are too long so his shirts never fit right,
And his legs are so bowed that he scarcely can sit right.
But for honey or figs high up in a tree,
Those long arms are perfect for plucking, you see.
So unless you're a barber or tailor man,
There's no need to pity orangutan.
He's been seen on the news with his latest fad,
He was learning to use an Apple iPad*.
So if you wanna find out what he's gonna do next,
You can friend him on Facebook or send him a text.
*Per the Smithsonian Zoo, Jan. 2013. Obviously, dear readers, this piece was written a few years ago. Don't know why it took so long to make it to the PS site.
A baby in a stroller pointed,
Giggling, at me.
I waved and then he laughed some more
And grinned delightedly.
I also had the sweetest kisses
Blown my way from far.
My brother’s year-old grandson
Raised the FaceTime cuteness bar.
The urge to thus communicate
Begins when very young,
With smiles the currency employed,
Since words are yet unsung.
As children grow and fear kicks in,
That need to reach out slows,
Thus limiting connections
Only to the ones each knows.
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