Betty Page New York Paint
Armenian Trace
The child's water
Sailing luxury
Strings off from sight of Italy
Calmed duration
Inlands islands
Cotton spokes
A cats residence
Before memory of the shop
Key Lime
Cookie Thins
And Coffee
The French jam sister of yours
Plays at reunions
With herself
Go bothered, Erin
It's her? The sister it gave you?
Yes Betty
Kevin, she watches "Will He Become Trollops"
In England!
Very Interupt, two should hide in one often
I confess...
I'm a cat in
a human body
surrounded by
drooling
deluded dogs
I confess...
I spew doggerel
in a poetic
wasteland
as the wolves
claw their
verses
on electronic pages
and howl at
their unamused
muses
I confess...
I hide under a table
or
climb up a tree
as the dogs of war
merrily pant
while
mauling the world
I confess...
I'm guilty of living
in the wrong
country
on the wrong
planet
at the wrong
time
but will
soon exhaust
my nine lives
and then
lapse into
a permanent
catnap
Her claws are daggers
But never are her words
Her paws might have dirt
Not her heart…
The only one I cherish is her
The one I never regret being together
This together is very short
The memories we made? A lot.
Life is not always butterflies and sunshines
It includes some bitter truths and sad lines
My purrfect friend may not live long
But she is where I belong…
Her claws are daggers
But never are her words
Her paws might have dirt
Not her heart…
The only one I cherish is her
The one I never regret being together
This together is very short
The memories we made? A lot.
Life is not always butterflies and sunshines
It includes some bitter truths and sad lines
My purrfect friend may not live long
But she is where I belong…
a blind cat must still have its nine lives
.
there'z thuh way to
say it
without the
offend
therefore
i leave it to mine
astute indulgerz uv
mine thinks
yet my spillz
this way
fluuhp
fluhp
'pon mine torso'z
peks
her Maine Coon pawz
fluuhp
fluhp
fluuhp
fluhp
"b!tch
get this cat
off uv me"
*"b!tch" iz my bullmastiff
thuh "Coon" be eve'z
I have a cat
(or a cat has me),
a furry cat, a very purry cat
when on my lap it's sat,
independent it is
(egotistical too),
yet demands attention
(self-centred through and through),
and when well-fed, its purr
(a four-stroke motor),
is full of condescension,
when behind its ears you scratch
(it's expected of you),
you may believe you heard,
“Meow, meow, meow,”
(sorry, here's the catch),
what it really said is,
“Me now, me now, ME now!”
And, as goldfish swims in bowl,
cat looks on with danger fraught,
thinking, 'So near yet so far,
that fish is food for thought.'
norwegian feline
with woolly insulation
winter devotee
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
prancing with grace
and absolute nonchalance
she'll walk across her domain
a scan to one side
a glance to the other
with exquisite elegance
all day long parading
in her glamorous silky coat
performing a dance of seduction
it's hard to believe
she has no clue
how truly she is
delightfully magnificient
AP: 2nd place 2025
The feline is oft honoured in lands,
It struts like an Egyptian in sands.
The fastest in town,
It won't keep pills down
As I take my own life in my hands.
Charlie was a gentleman
yielding to her wants;
always first to eat
jumped ahead in line.
Felisha was her name;
first, before he joined.
Ranking ruled her mind-
so he must obey.
Letting her steal treats
and his favorite lap;
passing him in halls
while bopping his head.
She died at thirteen.
He lived until twenty-
missing her so dearly.
Charlie was a gentleman.
'Tis not of feline lives we'll speak today,
Nor lords of meth-wrought realms bid hold us sway.
Regrets we'll face, yet love shall not decay,
For life's true joys will guide us on our way.
Not false deceits that liberty would bring,
But honest toil, our grateful hearts to sing.
Though death may loom, our spirits e'er take wing,
As hope and faith their steady light will fling.
The path is clear; if we but have the will
To cast aside the lures that would distill
Our moral strength: With courage, we fulfill
The promise that our better selves instill.
Though shadows threaten, still our radiance glow,
Dispel the night, let brilliant beams hours flow.
Tom is happy to see
The hog of a dog napping
The sign says beware
Feline’s do not care
Throwing rocks at that dog laughing
Flatface Poe
part feline part woe
like a face at a window
frowning and purring
at those you don’t know
but, see, they know of you
and the wizened witch too
who peers out of the glow
at those in your view
and with them you go
haunting, o haunt
Flatface Poe
Greetings from Our Cats
It is Monday, but do you think we care.
So cozy on our cushy, heavenly, leather chair?
Just had a yummy breakfast, thanks a bunch!
So tell us please, what’s being served for lunch?
Indeed, life for felines is such a sweet breeze,
Now ! Go open the window for us,sweetie…please?
Poem 1
2/10/2024
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