Long Cat on a hot tin roof Poems

fast as a blitzen comet, 
     this dashing prancer 
     contra dancer 
     (i.e. Rudolph nary hoof) didst zip

with cupid ditty toward his...

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Cat on a hot tin roof, and I am not kidding. I am really not!
This black cat is lying in wait. I am not fibbing. The roof is his cot!
I saw him up there in...

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I can’t breathe
Mon on tony 
is suff ocat ing me
Drowning in my own medi oc rity

Something’s gotta give.
Something’s gotta give!

I feel like a cat on a hot tin roof 

Gotta get the  out of...

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Oh Tennessee, bard divine, what gems you've given,
Of truth and pain from your wrecked life riven.

Though critics scorned, your genius shone  
In shabby rooms where oft alone,

You typed amid plumes of smoke, your soul's...

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The pleasure of old age 
This is good morning only been up twice in the night and not 
Stumbled over furniture, his wife kept filling the house with 
Unwanted things. When he protest she says...

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Who Am I

The humble bee, it seems, is me,
(Not the drone, but the Queen)!
Unselfishly I'll serve at tea...
Or pack a deadly sting!

I also was a Judge of old...
Held court beneath a Palm. 
Steadfast to God,...

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“50 Words for Poe: Lillith”



Lillith was a cat on a hot tin roof
all coiled up ready to spring

Cat on a hot tin roof
dancing bare feet on a bare floor, cold bed without springs, locked in...

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It’s just like when winter comes,
You hide your face from the scorching sun,
You look away from the damage done
Only to find no place to run
Away.
You went chasing monsters
But you only found a man
Clutching at the...

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My Boyfriend is, the Cat’s Meow, a Fat Cat.
He stays Busy as a Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, think of that..
He says the way I look is like: “Two Tom Cats in a Gunny...

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Guess who is afraid of Darth Cay-der, the cat of all cats?
I am not kidding. Darth Cay-der frightens me, grandma.
She rolled her eyes, and then the dice. We are playing Monopoly.
Tonight in heaven.  

Her...

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Trod softly with stockinged feet
hallways of righteousness 
echo the sound of
mendacity

Ringing hollow on hallowed walls
the brides of yesterday
cry out in mourning
their excuses

Wed in white their vows falling
sweetly through lips tarnished 
with lies overflowing
in laughter

While purity...

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