Long Calico cat Poems
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Warm cuddle curled
Up next to me
Cardinal killer
Jasmine
Your human was six
When she asked
For a Calico
Next day
A white black and gold ball of love
Joined our family
Full grown
In cat years at least
One year older than
The one you've been
Sweet loving companion to
And now her daughter, too
Never a mouse in the house where
You lived
That crimson clump of feathers
You left on my doorstep
My favorite team's mascot
Easy prey, I guess, for one
Sporting the colors of their Super Bowl
Nemesis
I forgave you then... now... always
My heart breaks
Last night of my visit I always spend
Holding you
She's 22... so you're over 100
I'm 63 and starting to creak
Hurts to watch you move
But you still eat, use your litter box
And do the best thing you do
Cuddle and purr pure love
Your soul I will hold onto
With this poem
From my heart
Forever
Where huge garden pinwheels spin,
Without a care in the kisses of gentle Spring wind.
And birds feed on the deck.
Covered, not a care about the ongoing showers.
The American flag flies freely in the wind.
Unaware of the tyranny growing.
The calico cat, snores ever so peacefully.
Totally unaware of an insane,masked-vaccine hunting humanity.
God's Sparrows happily chirping.
Unaware of 5g radiation in the air.
Man, consumed by fear of global warming?
Communism rising, so brutally encroaching and alarming.
5/9/2021
~2~
I made a pile, a list of things
The things that make me smile
To narrow down these many things...it took me quite awhile
But I realize now...I tried too hard...
If I had only looked around
There are little things that cross my day...
That's where the smiles are found....
So if choosing ten,
well then....,
...perhaps I'll just begin...
Amazing me,... it seems to be...that joy can be found in simple things.....
The wave from a neighbor
over a white picket rail
The first sunny day, after a long winter's spell
A wood pecker's drum, or the skylark that sings
The berries I picked, overflowing the pail
Sweet soapy fragrance, and my grandson's smile
straight from his bath....all wrapped in a towel
Rays of yellow sunlight
shining on the kitchen floor
A sleeping calico cat...curled, snug by the door
Books or photographs...
A sweet memory to recall
of those who loved me best...when I was very small
Oh I could go on....I haven't mentioned them all
But perhaps you get the idea.....I smile....I smile.....I smile....!!!!
So amazing, it seems to be..
that joy is found in simple things....
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The wave from a neighbor
over a white picket rail
The first sunny day, after a long winter spell
A wood pecker's drum, and the skylark that sings
Sweet berries I picked, overflowing the pail
Sweet soapy fragrance and a grandchild's smile...
straight from his bath...wrapped, warm, in a towel
Rays of yellow of sunlight
shining bright on the floor
And a wreath made of grapevine
hanging from the old front door
Our calico cat, curled snug on the rug
a kiss on the nape, a brief little hug...
Old books, gently used..... old photos, often viewed
one teacup that was hers, a memory, dear
My locket, a keepsake....inscribed with the year
Given with love, from someone not here....
All treasures, these things..so simple, so clear
Filling my spirit, when I feel despair
Seeds of true happiness....aren't very big
Just look around you......so simple are needs
These things that I will always recall.....
Simple can be the most precious of all
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by Carrie Richards..(Spiritual-Philosophical)
~Merry, Merry~
Twas the night before Christmas and all around my house….
I heard loud footsteps,far heavier than even an overweight,mouse.
Irene, my calico cat,so high on good weed, snuggled in her bed.
While images of muscular hunks in speedos, danced in my old, poetic head!
When out on my lawn, I heard such a clamarous noise….
I wished and wished Santa brought me a sleigh full of boy-toys.
I decided to look outside and see what was the matter.
And, behold, the handsome fireman, who saved my life last week,
was climbing up the ladder!
The moon on his legs, gave off such a amberescent glow…..
I swear, it seemed as though I had snorted a big wad of blow!
He was so young, no grandpa was he, and not one wrinkle.
And those big, blue eyes, did far more than just twinkle!!
The crest of the moon on the new fallen snow.
Higltlighted,his muscular, gluteus maximus….
Far more, than you will ever be blessed to know!
He climbed down the ladder and inquired if I was alright.
I thanked him for the visit, and for my best ever,glorious,
Christmas Eve Night!
12/23/2024
WEIGHT OF THE WICKED
So many years without joy.
She yearned for a girl or boy.
This mysterious man had eyes for her.
She became an unwilling participant, as his toy.
Wickedness he would ruthlessly employ.
Bloodstained penetration became a blur.
He left her cruelly bound, her heart’s defeat,
Her knees could not find their way to the mercy seat.
She was at the threshold of death at her own hand -
Anger, jealousy and covetousness her life’s cheat.
Constantly she wondered if she was just a piece of meat.
She held onto her nightstand, as she quivered in quicksand.Not tempted by diet, she gained a few pounds.
She had to flee from the rapist’s ravenous sounds.
Her rotting lot, “feeling sorry for herself” bloodshot vanity,
As memory brought the calling of demonic hounds.
Curvature of her lips- no ups, only downs -
Her piteous cries never heard on the otherside of sanity.
Dismal fate, like hardened charcoal, blackened heart.
Life told her to “lie down in the bed she made,” part
From even, the meager life she’d chiseled out.
Her neighbor found her, cut out the devil’s dart .
Cleaned up, loved for the first time, she had a cardiac-start.
Faith restored, removed the numbing cold and doubt.A doctor’s examine revealed, a conception, not all fat.
Mixed feelings tortured her once more, like a gnawing rat.
Strangely with a stranger’s heartbeat and breath,
Love warmed her, through and through, like a welcoming mat.
She even adopted, a wise and adoring, calico cat.
Her compassionate friend saved her and her daughter from death.
9/21/2017
Rhyme in 5 Contest using the following words:
1.) piteous 2.) bloodstained 3.) threshold 4.) conception 5.) dismal
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Serenity, calmness with just one touch.
The magicoy my calico cat means all
this world to me.
Like the gentle waves of the Pacific, on
a very calm sea.
All the world may seem to be going nuts.
Yet just the touch of her soft furs are
so dreamy to my tocuch.
Those tender purrs means so very much,
how can I describe heaven in one touch?
Rolling, soft purrs calm me, when I feel
alli is lost.
A cat's value exceeds any human cost!
With her green eyes she pierces my soul.
I stop counting the difficult times in a day,
That take their toll!
She'll soothe your grief and she can
enhance your joy!
Besides, she is a female, a most precious
joy.
Irene, will liove you just because you exist!
I ask you, who can want more than this?
September 24, 2020
10:30pm PST
Tribute to my cad, Irene. 3 years old
Do-B-Do was my first cat as an adult.
I really wasn’t sure I even wanted a cat.
My ex wanted a kitten and I gave in,
we picked the sweet fluffy female one.
She was a grey tabby with yellow eyes.
I soon fell in love with her, she was feisty!
She loved to lay with me at night and
snuggle up to my chest, purring for hours.
She was my best friend and made me laugh.
She had a unique cry, like a Siamese breed.
My ex was not very kind and sometimes explosive.
He became angry and I remember hiding her,
she quietly stayed put in the laundry basket.
I think she knew what was happening, that
I was protecting her from the monster.
She was with me through some dark times.
She helped me through deaths and a divorce.
She cuddled with me every night for years.
She was very jealous of my attention to others,
but warmed up to my husband right away.
She adapted to having six cat siblings
and moving to a new place to live.
She loved to chatter at the birds.
She would sit and wait at the window to watch.
I never let her run free outside, afraid to lose her.
She lived to be twenty-two years old.
Her kidneys were failing, we tried to save her.
I remember looking her in eyes that day.
She said to me it was time to let her go as
I saw a vision of an orange colored tabby.
I was so heartbroken after her death.
I decided it was time for another female cat.
I went to the animal shelter and there she was,
a beautiful calico cat, I knew this was the cat for me.
That day Ru-B was adopted and I felt at peace.
8/8/2020
Contest: All Pets Go To Heaven
Sponsor: Constance La France
I have an old, fat calico cat. Her days are numbered but she does not care. She is
total tranquility, at peace with herself and the world. A good example for the rest
of us I think, but oh my gosh, she is one lazy old girl who lives by her own rules . . .
she sleeps 90% of the time
(on a pink blanket in the center of my bed)
she meows, one meow when I touch her
But is quiet
She never eats too much at a time
But eats a lot over time
Has lots of toys she ignores
Watches the kitten from afar
And sometimes hisses when things get crazy
but she rules and not just the kitten
Likes to lie on her back with her feet in the air
Checks under the kitchen sink once a day
Stands in the bathtub (not sure why)
(I have a foot stool at the side of the bed)
And she steps on it to get on the bed
Loves to drink water from my glass
Wraps herself up in my front door carpet
prefers my chair
Enjoys the sun on the porch
Has been known to eat bugs
And flower petals
(That make her tummy upset)
Gives me kisses
And licks my ear
Is fascinated with my long hair
takes up most of the bed
Never, ever eat people food
Runs away when she hears a loud noise
does only what she wants
Rules mean nothing to her
Hates visitors
But will eventually say hello
Treats are tops in her opinion
And I don't care if she is fat
and old, and sometimes sleepy
I love her to pieces
So, in ending, I have two cats, one is a fat old calico that is tranquility and one is a
little grey kitten, that is stress. But I love both of them equally. And I know they
love me with everything they have in their hearts. Those eyes do not lie.
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June 14, 2015
Poetry/List/The Old Fat Cat
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All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym
Submitted to the contest, No Rules,
sponsor, Rob Carmack
Seventh Place
Queenie a white dog with an oversized face
Loved to slurp our entire faces with her giant tongue
Adored riding her when we were young
Did not stay on long
Spot a cocker spaniel mix always chased cars
Loved to be loose, but my parents put her on a chain
She had a sad life, eight miserable years attached to a dog house
I never wanted a dog at my parents after this
Tommy a black and white kitten with the greenest eyes
learned to make a “mama” newborn sound
Which woke me up out of a sleep when he got shut outside too long
Was inside and outside
Lucky, a gorgeous Newfoundland mix puppy
She lived to be twelve; was our gentle giant
No one liked us better than Lucky
She would have died for us
Peepers, a calico cat, who had nine lives
A combination of browns, whites and oranges.
My daughter Angela’s favorite animal ever
She lived to be twenty-one
Blue, a husky puppy, lived to be ten
One brown eye, one blue eye
Kept us entertained.
Growled at anyone who was cross with me
Sophie Helen, our current cocker spaniel pup
She could use $400 worth of dental work.
My husband rolled his eyes and said “no”.
“We don’t even spend that kind of money on our own teeth.”
Shark, our current tabby,
He lives up to his name.
Has his own kill room.
Don’t ask to see it.