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This is the tale of two little black kittens.
One has a white chest; the other, white mittens.
A boy cat, a girl cat, they have simple names:
These two, Bat and Gat, are of Hero Cat fame.
Though not very old, they have storied pasts;
The tales of these critters have spread far and fast.
So if you’ve a moment, come set for a spell,
And we’ll do our best to provide a quick tell.
It all started out with a flight to Ukraine,
And zombified rats that were raging, insane.
There’s the one where they saved a kid goat named Split
Using mountain cat screams through an old drainage ditch.
Or maybe an unwelcome picnic day guest:
A snake who sneezed pepper, got rattled, and left.
The story of Blueberry’s rescue’s contagious:
With Juno’s help, scared dogs away from her cages.
“Oh, come on!” you are thinking, “Just simply tall tales!”
Perhaps you’d believe, if you knew the details.
For these little cats have black magical powers;
They’ve spellbound my grandkids for several hours.
There’s the time when, while rafting, they fell in the lake,
And the great lurking turtle showed up for their sake.
Or maybe the time when they took the squirrels’ nuts?
Admitting their error: that really took guts.
My favorite is likely the old chicken thief,
And building the Tar Chick to give that coon grief.
At last, there's Bat’s failure to launch to the moon;
He’s healed from his wounds, won’t attempt that one soon.
These days Bat and Gat just hang out with the kids;
Did they really do this? My grands said they did!
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FIRST PLACE WINNER
For the Black Cat Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
Written 03/23/2022
Heartbroken lass bereft of eminent beau
papa doth vicariously experience her
(mine daughter's) grievous woe.
Unfair a budding promising relationship nought
going to incorporate wedded bliss,
when for all the world
the strong humble lad
absconded to Puerto Rican his homeland.
Thus pained University
of Pennsylvania alumna
("star student") since grade one
at Belmont Hills Elementary
whose high school alma mater
i.e. Harriton High School,
now glum Oakland California transplant.
I (biological father),
who helped beget offspring
writhes with agony,
cuz he and the missus
sowed wild oats
during prime time,
when irresistible call of the wild
overtook wisdom to shuck contraceptive
yielding the miracle of life.
Parenthood never ended
just because declaration of independence
and autonomy witnessed natural propensity
for progeny to reliant become on self
forced shoulder living expense
no only for herself,
but deux darling
tortoiseshell dappled
five month old kittens
most certainly a constant reminder,
when she and he "two peas in a pod"
shared so many college campus memories,
whereby appearances hinted
and predicted a shared destiny
between two love birds.
An abrupt cleavage
rent asunder never witnessing
mutual graceful dotage
figuratively saddled once ebullient psyche
unnecessarily bogged our engineering minded lady
with cumbersome equipage
after they spent precious
young adulthood years together
emulating how married couple live, I gauge
such scenario, cuz talk of wedding bells
filled the (telephonic) airwaves,
whereby yours truly feeling blessed
potential prodigal son in law
his earning hand over fist big bucks
employed at Silicon Valley company
geared toward marketing fitness application.
Unsure how said high achiever
bolstered with you go girl refrain,
(who ofttimes communicated with Zayda,
i.e. his demise a crushing sorrow),
which inevitable prolonged decline
sundered special rapport
since more'n threescore
Earth orbits around the sun
papa acquired mechanical engineer degree
working within Aerospace Division
at General Electric.
Impossible mission not to care
despite mein kampf punctuated
with mine wanderlust flair
marital covenant garden variety
wordsmith did greatly impair
triggering hostility within mine humble lair
adulterer letter forcibly donned as outerwear.
For an hour
Cicadas saw at the early August evening
While thunder purrs as kittens
In the yarn of dark clouds balled up out west over Ionia County
Trees prepare their umbrellas
The Tigers on TV swing away in the 3rd inning
A good book in hand
Then out of hand
A den of lions-wind roars outside our patio window
Devours the screens
I jump back
House turns black
And our 100-year old standing friends
Just like that
Break in half no more than the unlucky draw of straws
While others are plucked like Hedgehog mushrooms
All thrown down
At dawn
Sunlight strikes of leftover lightning
Flashes through new holes punched in the canopy
I hadn’t seen the sky in my backyard for decades
But there it is
Claw marks across the laid-down lambs on forest floor
And upon the beast of me who lies beside them.
Facebook?
~ Fake book
Tik-Tok?
~ Shock Jock
What’s App?
~ Jockstrap*
Meta?
~ Greta!
I-Pad?
~ Comrade
Flash Drive
~ Bee Hive
A.I?
~ Pig Sty
IT?
~ Dead Sea
TV?
~ Crappy!
Smartphone?
~ Hand bone
Laptop?
~ Sweatshop
~ For Low-Tech Lovers ~
Slinky?
~ Dinky
Play-dough?
~ Skid row
Juke box?
~ Plaid socks ~ Thanks, Buddy Holly... lol -- Crickets
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*Are you kidding me, gw?
The store sign read “The Christmas House”
so we walked right in, greeted by giant Mouse!
Upon his head was a fluffy Santa Cap;
truly he was quite a friendly chap.
In the warm Foyer he took my coat;
a Chihuahua chorus barked holiday notes.
I knew they served great pet treats
but this place is amazing and sweet!
An elf waiter skated up to me
and handed me some wine and Brie!
To my dog Ben he gave a scone
shaped just like a big dog bone.
“Welcome, welcome, our new guests”
he sang to us with great zest;
“You’ll have the happiest time in here
I’m sorry, would you prefer a Nog or beer?”
I thanked him and said all was fine
and I swear that was a vintage wine.
we ate and drank and felt so merry,
I even enjoyed some plums and cherries.
Progressing to the other rooms
we smelled the finest of perfumes;
wafting from within the kitchen
of gingerbread, Ben ate a smidgen.
The next room had a singing snowman;
around him kittens played Kick The Can.
There were Christmas trees in each room
and pets could visit Santa on Zoom!
Christmas bones, and treat shaped mice;
were served by elves, how very nice;
I met the cat who did the cooking and baking,
jerky and chicken fingers he was making
Imagine my surprise as I drew near;
a cat chorus that brought me such cheer.
It was directed by a talented Dalmatian;
and my heart did swell with elation.
The harmony unlike any I’d heard,
those felines sounded just like songbirds.
poodles were hanging Christmas wreaths
a beagle hung icicles on a tree.
The animals left with packages galore;
it was a fine place, that’s for sure.
As we left a Great Dane gave a shout,
“Next year they’re hav’in a bigger blowout!”
“A Merry Christmas to Ben and his human,
we thank you for stopp’in by and Zoom’in.”
I wished them all great holiday cheer
and Ben and I’ll sure be back next year.
Dogs growl with their eyes.
Kittens, bleat like sleeping lions.
Simplicity says nothing,
the wise listen.
Everything is a conversation,
nothing matters.
The land is for sale,
The dead plant their
alien hearts deep,
spaceships orbit as empty
as long locked museums.
The future conspires
to be a conspiracy,
everyone knows,
yet the hurricanes
keep coming.
Now its winter
that is a problem.
Now it's summer,
millions die complaining.
Rats in labs bathe under
radioactive lamps.
They thrive.
It's science,
its global idiocy,
there is no mercy
for the dissenting.
it's any day, that ends in
a sleepless night
of near extinction.
Over in the corner of Grandma McDuck’s Farm House
Was the cutest little bunch of kittens, and a quite dead mouse.
We ran over to look and squealed about the large cow.
The carcass was removed, and those baby kittens began to meow.
Wait until you see the cute exotic one, Grandma said.
He is just darling with the prettiest bluest eyes in his head.
He was jumping around a forklift, pulling a lever.
I said “What did you name him? I was thinking of Clever.”
“Clever it is,” Grandma McDuck quickly agreed, tickled.
He was now chugging down some warm cider, duly pickled.
I taught him to ski, swim, hike, and ride a bike without any paw.
He was the cleverest prettiest kitten that I ever saw.
Living up to his name, he played a clarinet in the band.
He wore exotic clothing and traveled everywhere in the land.
We see billboards telling about Clever when he comes close to town.
He truly is the cleverest cat we have ever raised or found.
boring into my day once again,
leaves having blown, gathered;
trees reticent, stark.
friends in the shivering North
blanketed with delightful snow,
white as my socks…
...confetti
some south of the border.
~
nimble cold of snowmen —
carrots planted, curve
of tiny stones, Santa’s coal
for eyes.
the shovel’d path from door to door —
preheat of Toyota’s engine.
finding mittens from naughty kittens,*
but this mama-grand would spoon
the fruitfill’d pies onto chattering tongues.
laughter crackling in fireplace. joy
jumps from house to house,
lingering in the snowflake sky.
books stacked like logs, candlelight
and peppermint scented —
room wrapped in a quilted hug.
what childhood does remember...
boots spent and sleepy sleds.
11/18/2020
*Nursery Rhyme - Three Little Kittens
One sunny day, we went to see wild flowers,
We followed mother because we were just kittens;
It was so beautiful, we forgot the hours,
We were playful kittens with feet like mittens.
We followed mother because we were just kittens,
The field was full of wild flowers- pretty;
We were playful kittens with feet like mittens,
Out from the tangled growth would pop a kitty.
The field was full of wild flowers- pretty;
Fluttering- came a group of blue butterflies;
Out from the tangled growth would pop a kitty,
Happiness - flowers, butterflies and blue skies.
Fluttering- came a group of blue butterflies,
Sweet, grew pink and blue flowers and purple weeds;
Happiness- flowers, butterflies and blue skies,
Us, kittens chased those butterflies at great speeds.
Sweet, grew pink and blue flowers and purple weeds,
It was so beautiful, we forgot about hours;
Us, kittens chased those butterflies at great speeds,
One sunny day, we went to see wild flowers.
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February 17, 2016
Poetry/Pantoum/Personification/Wild Flowers- Kittens and Butterflies
Copyright Protected, ID 16-758-573-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Personification Pantoum,
Kittens and Butterflies, sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
"WINTER WONDERS WITHIN NATURE"
WINTER BEAUTY
AFTER THE HEAT OF SUN AND THE WARM BREEZE,
AFTER THE SHOWERS OF RAIN THAT DRIP,
COMES THE SEASON OF COLD AND CHILL.
IT MAKES ME HAPPY, IT SHIVERS MY NERVES.
STILL,I FEEL EXCITED TO SEE THE FOG,
TO SEE THE DARK.
THE SUN IS LOW,THE NIGHTS ARE SLOW,
I ENJOY THE WINTER'S BEAUTY AND GLOW.
MY HEART GETS SPIRITED TO SEE THE SNOW.
THE HEAP OF SNOW, MAKES HEAVEN ON EARTH,
ONCE AGAIN,THE SEASON GIVES NATURE,A NEW BIRTH.
THE FLOWERS OF THE SEASON, ARE THE BEST
THE FRUITS OF THE SEASON,EXCEL THE REST.
O! I MUST SAY,THEY ARE SWEET TO TASTE...
AFTER THE SEASON,I HAVE THE MEMORY,
UNTIL AGAIN,THE SEASON ARRIVES, TO WRITE A NEW STORY.
I ENJOY TO SEE THE PUPPIES AND THE KITTENS AROUND,
THEY ARE FREE TO MOVE,NOT BOUND.
WINTER MAKES ME LAZY,YET ACTIVE,
IT MAKES ME THOUGHTFUL AND CREATIVE.
WINTER WONDERS, WINTER DAYS,
THEY ARE LIVELY, ALTHOUGH HAZE.
I ENJOY THE BEAUTY,
I ENJOY THE WONDERS ,OF WINTER SEASON
THERE'S NOT ONE,BUT MANY REASON...
Contest Name: Winter Wonders Within Nature
Sponsored By: M. L. Kiser
Date: 17.01.2022