My Furr Babies
The echoes of their playful purrs,
A haunting melody that forever stirs.
Cooter, Biscuit, Gizmo, my feline crew,
Left behind, a heartache tearing through.
Cooter, the apple of my eye, so bold and grand,
A mischievous glint, a playful paw at hand.
Biscuit, my cuddlebug, a soft and gentle soul,
Curled in my lap, a comforting control.
Gizmo, my toddler, with eyes of such a heavy brown, at my heel he'd be following right now.
Chasing shadows, a playful, mischievous scene.
Their playful antics, a symphony of delight,
Now only memories, shining ever so bright.
The empty spaces, a constant, aching void,
Where once their playful spirits freely roamed and enjoyed.
But in my heart, their memory will reside,
Forever cherished, my feline pride.
Though miles may separate us, and time may slowly creep,
My love for them remains, a promise I will keep.
To hold them dear, in my heart's embrace,
Until we meet again, in a timeless, loving space.
You end up
Enjoying and loving it so much
You are willing to
Scratch away
And lick at it
Like Catnip
Chocking you on furr ball's
Stuck permanently in your throat
Like the worst kind of chest infected phlegm
You will never forget always remember
Like people of old who used to smoke coughed
The way one day you may yourself
End up as well
If you don't heed the warning signs
Everywhere
I was training you, my furr baby Coco
And it turned out so well
I knew the commands but learned along with you
It took us two days to get through
Each new day we woke up and tried something new
I won't forget what I had with you
You ain't a person but that precious creature
That I will never forget
You are that feeling which I never want to lose
I still remember our first goodbye, which was hard too
I don't know how will I cope up without you
Anida Mann & Baron Ready
April Showers & Wade Rivers
Bertha Saylor & Abel Crews
Bunny Bunns & Wilt Dailey
Burl E Pecker & Phyllis Upman
Candy Cane & Hedon Succor
Chastity B. Lowe & Noah Hoare
Crystal Clear & Robin Blind
Demi Tasse & Felix Ottic
Emery Board & Harry Burns
Fanny B Hind & Gopher Broke
Gaye B Hind & Ben Dover
Helen Highwater & Goliath Yonder
Iona Studd & Frank Lee Smutt
Ivy Nurse & Levi Tate
Judy Light & Christian Dark
Kitty Purring & Lyon Bastard
Libby Doe & Ida Wannamaker
Lily White & Cole Black
Lucy Furr & Gene Splicer
Master Bader & Linda Hand
Minnie Crumbs & Graham Krakurs
Mona Lott & Val A Parker
Nona Fleet & Barret Awl
Ophelia Balls & Les de Witt
Penny Pincher & August Spender
Peter Fountain & Neva Swallow
Querida Quaker & Axel Greece
Randy Longfellow & May B. Knott
Sandy Beech & Rip Tyde
Tim Burr & Betty Falls
Uma Sermon & Caesar Bush
Venus de Flower & Jerry Attric
Wanda Liquor & Hugo Furst
Willow Whisper & Neil Down
Winona Bett & Willfred Harden
Xina Rating & Tanner Hyde
Yvonne Adam & Rock N Eden
Zinnia Flowers & Owen Breeders
Paige Turner & Justin Thyme
R. Kelly did meet Lucy Furr
But - dang it all - she did not purr!
He sang, "Bum Rap"
But that was crap
Because his peers would not concur
Morning of the Resurrection
Caused a bit of introspection
The first to rise
Was in disguise
How did she escape detection?
My Daily Depression
(3/20/2019)
I see shapes of gray
And black too
I wonder what it’s going to be like
For me and you
When we lose it all
Especially, our furr babies of love
What would we do?
Would we still believe in above?
What can we do, to make our dreams come true?
Or, are we going to our graves, having lost everything there is to lose?
I use to be Artistic and Imaginative in nature
But now I have to deal with a ton of Legislature
We need NO LESS than a Certificate or Degree
To be able to even get a LOW PAYING job, you see
No matter my PERSONAL EXPERIENCE, on many jobs
I’m fighting a LOSING BATTLE, against all odds
EVEN in this poem, I’m not good enough
Because without a piece of CERTIFIED paper
I supposedly, don’t have the right stuff
I’m considered UN-EDUCATED or stupid (at best)
Not smart or EDUCATED enough, to stand with the rest
Please forgive me, for having such dim/dark thoughts
I give my word that this poem has not been paid for/bought
It’s solely about my feelings/heart-felt thoughts
Now I’m sailing away on my MANY, dream-filled yachts
Marital discord begins with a fight
Because one's dear spouse can not see the light
When all said and done
A fight is not won
'Til Hubby says, "Dear! Of course you were right!!
maybe
my purpose
was
to break
necks
twig
me
i
am
was
i
am
is me
sobriety leans
towers to peace
lighthouses tree
bark from me
scrap dogs
crumb me
love me
of me
no
no
no
look up
heart attacks
give to break
breaking breaths
stitches on my me
sewn through sleeves
seamstresses seamstressing
seamstressed
stressed
broke
neck
why
am
i
wonder wonder
wonder duck duck
goose
purposes my maybe
furr purses my baby
tick an a tic tock
?
Some people need money,
To make them feel at home.
But there's something in little Nala's eyes,
That doesnt make me feel so alone.
Bright orange furr like a sunsets,
Such warm welcomes in her grass- green eyes.
She's chubby and cute and adventurous,
Without the flaws of hatred, mis-used skill, and lies.
She dont care what I wear, what I look like or what they think,
As long as I keep her safe and warm from those cold city streets.
Some people choose their pet or so they believe,
But I didn't choose Nala.
She Chose Me.
I clinged on to my mother,
and tightened my arms.
I saw the child roadside,
with so much of richness and charm.
I saw the chocolate in his hand,
and the furr jacket he wore.
he demanded on by one,
and everything his mother could bore.
He was carried and thrown,
ans swayed in the air.
He was kissed several times,
with all the happiness he was there.
I looked at my side,
i had nothing with me.
no charm and no riches,
just a dress with me , with full of stitches.
i had no doll to play,
not even a chocolate to eat.
a broken house to stay,
with so much of mud and heat.
i asked my mother...
"mother am i not a fortunate child?"
she replied "yes baby u are..."
"but the mighty god forgot to wrap you with fortune."
They say love is patient,
They say love is kind.
But can love be owned
By someone else's mind?
As I woke up this morning,
With a feeling of dread,
I woke up this morning,
With someone in my bed.
This was not the first time,
This was not the last.
That I got out of my bed,
Rather fast.
He was not the same,
As the one before.
In fact some would call me,
A stupid Hoa##.
But love was not designed,
To share with few.
Love was designed,
For more than two.
I love with my brain,
I think with my heart.
Myself and love,
Can't be torn apart.
I look down and stare,
At his beautiful face.
Hearing his gentle noises,
Makes my heart seem to race.
With one slight yawn,
And one slight purr,
My cat rolled over,
Covered with furr.