Long Growl Poems
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Cat lights on the table, bling!
Can opener growl to open a tin
Tuna glide pounce for a troubadour sing
Cat stretches full length
A paw to each shoulder
A nuzzle to my neck now bolder
Soft blending purrs, caressing
Soft, slow lane nestling
Solicitous whimsical beauty
Self advertising cutie
Insular world of feline grace
Meal ticket playful embrace,
a no default risk
Like a heart-felt smooch, brisk
Best hope for survival
in scents of sweet revival
when a tin can squeal
is a laurel of love to steal
for a status high creature
curled, contented
in fishy food cuisine.
Poem revised January 31, 2022
He listened for them in the wood
as daylight blossomed, poised to prowl
For breakfast, breast meat sounded good
and Cat could feel his stomach growl
Soon, struck by a cacophany
of cheeps and chirps, of coos and caws,
Cat snuck up on them, tree by tree
and hushed each cluck with teeth and claws
They paid no mind, so were plucked clean
from every nook where they would sing
but had they looked, they might have seen
him right behind them and took wing!
When Cat had eaten every bird,
he retched a ball of beaks and feet,
spat out one final bone and purred,
outstretched atop the spongey peet...
It is that, that of the predator to which runs the wild.
That to which roams the mountains wild.
It is the cry you here in the night.
Not just that of the hunt but that of which is a cry for life.
It’s there in their heart to which the spirit takes control.
To which they live to kill but love with honor and control.
It is that of its instinct to survive as they fight with fierce.
It is of their life they must survive as they find that mate and run abroad.
It is of the spirit to which cries loud.
As they play in the meadows grass running wild.
It is of his survival in life to which he finds that one of a howl.
That of a growl as he howls in the moons from mountain sides.
That of many journeys he stands in the journey.
As he has lost love from that of the pack and his heart cries out.
It’s there they run the prairies wild with spirit guiding them through.
The wolf’s howl and growl as you hear the cries.
It’s that of death but survival they strive.
That of many howls the spirit soars free.
As you hear them ring out them canyon walls.
That of hurt and love to which fills the air.
But that of great beauty do I love hearing their howl.
But that of the wolf to which stands with pride.
It is that from with in the wolf stands to survive.
As without heart there would be no life.
But in him, the spirit soars free as he is dedicated to forever love in life.
Harold Peters led a very secret life
Totally hidden from his own dear wife
He didn’t work selling quality pork pies
Just another of his devilish devious lies
To conceal the fact when he wasn’t there
He worked in a circus as a dancing bear
He looked so genuine in his bear suit
All the punters thought him so cute
As he waltzed and stepped with skill and ease
That his performing bear never failed to please
And at the right time he would bark and growl
Causing some of the delicate to blub and howl
And show real true fear
Cos the bear was so near
Just an added piece of thrill
And fine tribute to Harold’s skill
He only got the job as a favour from a mate
When the pork pie factory finally shut its gate
And he needed money to make ends meet
But thanks to his skill and twinkling feet
Elmer the Educated Bear of Dance and Fame
Fast became a world known famous name
And Harold earned enough for a faster car
And smoke best thigh rolled Cuban cigars
But very best of all his own sweet wife
Enjoyed more of the better things of life
Inside his suit Harold smiled with glee
As he took his bow on one bended knee
Ah the pleasure and the joys
Giving fun to girls and boys
One last twirl and Harold’s away
Another dollar and another day
Tonight he though he really must try
To remember for his wife a small pork pie
She must never find out when Harold wasn‘t there
He was the World Freestyle Dancing Champion bear
And worst of all, she would think him rude
Cos inside his suit he was in dressed in the nude
There are men who believe in nothing,
who rely on their human strength
to accomplish greatness and image
to give realization to their ambitions,
while God is left out of their existence!
The deeper they dig the hard soil to find
treasures, the greedier they become;
their purpose in living is worthless,
they build skyscrapers for the rich and famous
and ignore the indigents dying in wooden shacks!
There are men who have never known hunger,
those pangs that make the stomach growl loudly,
and unable to sleep at night they commit suicide;
even children of tender age follow their examples!
Such is this horrendous pandemic so tragically lived
that has terrified millions and killed as many,
and being a survivor is a testimony to others
who'll come after us and avoid the mistake we made!
There men who see a new sunrise and its splendid light,
but turn away from it seeking destructive darkness;
they are ungrateful and unkind until death comes for them...
more excruciating is their grief before giving up their breath!
these kittens are getting squirrely and loud said mama cat
Papa was annoyed; he wanted to read his newspaper in peace
the kittens seemed kittenish to him, and that was that
mewing and whining during breakfast took away his ease
why don’t you kittens go play out in the wilds he said that day
his wife gave him a warning growl, but had nothing else to say
the kittens were astounded, they loved this idea from pappy
they jumped the table and headed for the woods, feeling happy
mama kitten gave papa the eye and a stern look or two
are you going with them? she asked, and he immediately knew
If he did not go with the kits, he would never hear the end of it
and if there is one thing he did not want it was a wife having a fit.
When they come at you with pitch forks and tar
Get ready to fight back.
Be fierce, growl with your gut. Smack them upside their heads.
When they gang up on you, shove them into the ground.
Stomp on them if you have to.
Scare them to death.
When they come to you with a mean face
Open your heart and listen.
They are hurting from something else.
Unless you have truly done something.
When they call you names do not cry.
Do not give them any satisfaction at all.
Love them.
This is the best way to fight back actually.
Written. 10/07/2019
Contest; Why do I feel this is a Trophy Winning poem.
It is what I think we all realize in our hearts
Sponsor: Tania KitchiN
"NEMESIS"
“Where do Angels go in their dreams?
They go where wolves go to catch foxes,
venturing forth out of small caged boxes
to the Between-Hours of Lost Love Woods”
NEMESIS
is watching her
from his dreams
prowling soft Silver fur
hear his soft-wolf tread,
Nemesis has left his comfortable bed
he is onto her, he is tracking her Heavenly scent
She is Light Angel
spreading luminous wings
shining it all around,
she thinks of escaping
barefoot from this sullied ground;
her skin is cold to the touch,
no longer standing sentry
she's lost in the murky
Between-Hours of Lost Love Woods,
Black Tulips abound
Wolf is stalking her,
her scent makes him wild;
lurking, nearer, ever nearer
invading her dreams of better
neighbourhoods and childish things
simple and clearer, she is
spreading brand new wings to freedom,
away from Black Dogs in their prisons
those kicked out of Heaven,
barking their ignored plea bargains
of rushed stolen innocence, begging -
all of their pardons are lost, 'tis a given,
her hot angel tears turn to frost
Nemesis soft-footed paw,
back arching, he snarls, bares his fangs
then he grins, he's closer much closer
he can feel her in the skin under his fur,
he’s hunting Her down,
breathes his turgid breath
all over "The Lost",
the hidden creatures running quietly wild,
in the Between-Hours of Lost Love Woods;
beckoning her, his low growl ever nearer,
ever never, his hot breath on the prowl
reaching out for her
he’s raging to roar -
in her sees his mirror
There are stories, she hears,
of a Wolf on the loose from his cage in
the Between-Hours of Lost Love Woods -
she forgets the real reason she came,
calmly brings her wings down by her side,
she continues to shine her light all around,
she can feel him
Burning hot breath on her neck,
he growls ever so softly, so clear in her ear,
“Don’t Run Sweet Thing, Don’t Run,
You are found, I am here.”
Black Tulips abound
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
For those absent.
1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKiI4RvEyDk
The restless wolves begin to howl
A rallying call for the hunt
Watching closely, ravens caw
As hungry wolves growl
Then the pack starts off in a trot
As the alpha male leads the lot
The hunt is on, the ravens follow
Hoping for some scraps to swallow
The elks in the distance start to run
But wolves can run all day
A nearby river glistens in the sun
A chance for the elk to swim away
But gray wolves are excellent swimmers too
And they pursue their prey to the other side
The elk, now tired begin to slow
And powerful jaws deliver the death blow
The wolves now feast on their new kill
Supreme hunters of the plains
The ravens too get their fill
As Canis Lupus howls again
3/12/2015
Little Genghis barks and rants
Mighty Kublai trots and pants
Everyone who passes by
Sees the doggies jumping high
In rhythm they leap and run
The little boys are having fun
Kublai friendly wants to play
Angry Genghis chases strangers away
Kublai mad at Genghis takes a bite
Genghis screams in painful fright
Like tiny grizzles without fear
They snarl and growl teeth a glare
Snapping leaping bodies collide
They move quicker than the eye
Suddenly Genghis will freeze and stop
Than almost as if he hops
Dances around like a clown
Licking Kublai to calm him down
Tails wagging they sniff and quit
Genghis hugs Kublai around the neck
The boys are happy and begin to play
The strangers are forgotten as they fade
That night they sleep side by side
Kings of the yard my little guys.