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I came in a tattered old box,
the grand size of a man's shoe box.
I knew that I was unwanted,
around a big empty house I wandered.
On a drive in the country one day,
these people said I was cute and took me away.
But, the novelty of a kitten wore off quickly,
I ran and jumped and was just too wiggly.
So, they gave me to this girl who likes cats,
well, here I am sweet girl, congrats!
She opened the lid slowly and peeked inside,
I was so scared my meow was tongue-tied.
Hello beautiful, she said- but I was frozen,
my kitten spirit had been broken!
In the next days things were happening,
around her apartment I was galloping.
I had new toys, like squeaky mice and balls,
and I would come when I heard her calls.
There were pretty food dishes and a brush,
my fur she would tame whispering, hush-hush.
But, the sweetest was being on her lap,
purring, purring, purring during a sweet cat nap.
The best thing that ever happened to me,
is finding my forever home with this girl of glee!
She does not care that I am too fluffy,
that I have no manners and can be scruffy.
She cares little that I like to scratch things,
from a cat tree this kitty now clings and springs!
She says she adores me to pieces,
whispers that she loves my big blue peepers;
and I sure love this girl- to pieces and pieces.
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September 3, 2018
Poetry/Personification/'My Big Blue Peepers'
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1186-659-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to FFI Blog Series 20 - Personification
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
In a moment, she was out the back door,
And turned green cat eyes on me;
Rare vase lay broken on the floor,
And guests just arriving to tea.
Her ears lay flat upon her head,
As she humbly crouched along,
Little cakes and tarts of cherry red,
And soon would hear birds' evensong.
The antique vase lay creamy white,
And covered in vines green and gold,
And tiny, beauteous birds in flight;
Three hundred years old.
Abby lingered in stillness of afternoon,
And once more the doorbell rang.
It appears they'd arrived too soon;
Fragrant pies of lemon meringue.
Trampled violets and roses from the garden wane,
They lay there so wet and so lovely;
And bloom for now and never come again,
Though tea is served at three.
Abigail sat darkly upon the porch rail,
The guilt in her eyes apparent,
And swatted a bee with her tail,
And garden smells were prevalent.
The fat black cat was lazy.--but he was loved.
He had a favourite place to sleep--up above.
High up in the ganghut tree-- on a stump.
He would struggle up it daily-- he was plump.
He had several whiskers missing-- due to fights.
He always preferred darkness--never light.
His eyes they really sparkled-- they were green.
Often he"d go missing--never seen.
He always turned up early-- for his food.
He purred around your legs -- he was good.
His rough tounge lapping milk-- it was pink.
He never went near water-- except to drink.
He liked to lie on beds-- spread out flat.
He was very hard to lift-- he was fat.
He would stare out any window-- he was nosey.
He loved electric fires-- they were cosy.
His life was good and rich -- he was happy.
until the household bought a PUPPY!--it was Yappy.
It encroached upon his space--that he hated.
But what to do about it --he just waited.
He hatched a cunning plan-- he was clever.
To get rid of that silly dog-- once and forever.
He would tell him of a meeting-- get together.
That the dog would have to go there--oh what ever!
The silly dog went with him-- his tail wagging.
He did not take much persuading--no, no nagging.
Come and meet your fellow friends-- other hounds.
Fat cat promptly ditched him--in the dog pound.
There was uproar in the house-- wheres the dog?
But fat cat he just slept-- like a log.
He grew bigger in retirement-- rather large.
But he knew the house was his --i"m in charge!
In the dark my eyes alight
upon a thousand glowing crystals,
but as I move, their wings take flight
and surprised, my black fur bristles.
Upon a thousand glowing crystals,
my green eyes stare in wonder
and surprised, my black fur bristles
when they cast this spell I'm under.
My green eyes stare in wonder
at this lovely liquid sight
when they cast this spell I'm under
the clock calls out midnight.
At this lovely liquid sight,
as the iridescence quivers,
the clock calls out midnight
on a flowing azure river.
As the iridescence quivers,
but as I move, their wings take flight
on a flowing azure river,
in the dark my eyes alight.
Meow
meaningfully echoes our unique distinction
making functional feline existence
mightily declaring our sacred raison d'etre
marvelously designed by the great Creator.
Meow! Meow! Meow!
Meow
magnifies the expression of what we are
moving us to communicate with others
mirthfully exposing our gladness
moods as well as anxieties.
Meow! Meow! Meow!
Meow
may be mystical to others
magical for pet lovers enthralled by our miracle-moans
mysterious among those puzzled by cat-behavior
meanwhile myth-filled vis-a-vis scientific management.
Meow! Meow! Meow!
Meow
maintains lofty order and integrity of our species
momentously asserting Felis catus' worth in relationship-mingling
majestic as mansion dwellers and palace guard keepers against mice
magnificently starring in movies where people learn from our mentorship.
Meow! Meow! Meow!
Meow
more than ever to our sacred society
mesmerizes humanity for our wondrous contributions
minimizes mankind’s misery with our stress-relieving music
most of all, praises God* Who is our Maker.
Meow! Meow! Meow!
Personification with alliteration
*Psalm 95:6 O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the LORD our maker.
March 11, 2023
7th place, "The Sacred Meow Society" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose; judged on 3/14/2023.
Most kittens are cuddly; all kittens are cute.
That they make our hearts melt few can refute.
Some kittens are frisky while some are demure.
For many of us, they have great allure.
I love fluffy kitties that sit on my lap.
I’m sure not too fond of kittens that snap.
I once had a kitty that swiped at my feet
when I walked past her, but then she grew sweet!
With time, she stopped swatting and biting at me,
and she became gentle eventually.
Sometimes so nicely a kitten starts out,
but then once it’s grown, it’s far from devout.
Like people, kittens are different when
while growing, they show personalities then.
My dearest sweet kitty that curled up and purred
next to me now is a little absurd.
He’s rarely around and though he’s pretty,
I miss how he was as a cat itty bitty.
Appreciate kittens before they’re grown cats.
You just might end up with big lovely brats!
I had a cat~I had a dog, I really wanted a little pony. I had a pony storybook, I had Ben my tan and cream stuffed pony. Going shopping one day, there was Ben my tan and cream pony waiting just for me. Can I ride him~can I~can I, I cried to my mom. I climb upon his back, mom put in a quarter for my ride. I was so very happy, tears were running down my little checks. Happily I was ridding Ben my little tan and cream pony, my dreams had come true.
Date Written: 9/29/2021
Note: Not a true story just a write. These horse ridding machines have been around for many years for kids to enjoy.
MEOW Cats
MEOW Cats, In a kingdom full of pups;
There amongst us;
Was the barking of German Sheppard?
MEOW Cats
And the kittens never whelping;
In a kingdom full of pups;
My, my, my look up, look up;
MEOW Cats
Only this and a spring caterpillar;
Traveling through the spring litter;
Droppings of odor and despair;
What rocks this litter-box?
So toxic
MEOW Cats
Notation of ammonia in the air;
And the parakeets never chatting;
There stepped a young rodent;
Chased got caught and eaten by the cat;
What a death twas, for the young rat;
Imagine this… imagine that;
I heard a deep, deep sighing;
Yum yum ouch!!
Says the mouse rat;
Cats, cats!
MEOW Cats ate all the mice and rats
2/13/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020
The cat with the blue eyes
Told nothing but pure lies
We both loved her for it
Her name was Gee Norbit.
Strangers on street would stare
At her eyes and fluffy hair
Admission we should have collected
They looked as if they were infected
Gee Norbit loved the attention she got
She was a star, full of freedom and fraught
Her amazing blue eyes amazed, and her lies enthralled.
I was her handler, Mommy Cat is was what I was called
She was stolen in the middle of the night
My screaming was genuine, full of fright.
Don’t be sad, and truly, do not be at all blue.
For you see, I can tell a real whopper too…
Scaredy cat
Scaredy cat scaredy cat
She runs away inside,
Halloween is drawing near
And she only wants to hide.
To be a proper witches cat
She really must aspire,
But she curls up just like a ball
All snuggled by the fire.
She never bares her pointed teeth
She never bites and gnaws,
She always keeps her coat real clean
And she manicures her claws.
If she ever sees a spider
She’ll run right out the door,
And a tiny mouse will send her
Scampering across the floor.
She`ll climb the nearest tree
If she hears a small dog bark,
And she never leaves the castle at night
As she`s frightened of the dark.
She hates the cold and damp
In the witches icy tomb,
And she`s petrified of heights
So she never rides the broom.
To train to be a witches cat
It`s really quite a battle,
As she runs and hides every time
She hears a witches cackle.
But with Halloween upon her
She really starts to fret,
She doesn`t want to scratch and hiss
She`d rather be a pet.
The other cats all laugh at her
They think it`s really funny,
As she much prefers Christmas time
And she loves the Easter bunny.
Ghosts and ghouls just turn her pale
She feels queasy and quite sick,
Trolls goblins and monsters
Make her run away real quick.
Bats and snails and frogs entrails
And cauldrons on the fire,
Pointed hats and broomsticks
And the witches black attire.
Casting spells and Halloween
Fill scaredy cat full of fear,
So her witch just lets her stay at home
And they`ll try again next year.
Snuggled by the fire at last
She’s feeling safe and sound,
No flying high at midnight
Her claws are on the ground.
One day she`ll have the courage
And her fear she might forget,
But for now she`s really happy
Just to be a witches pet.