Long Kitties Poems
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"Red Queens Black Kings"
"Poetry green leaves with blue veins bleed
Razor sharp life cuts imprints words do breathe"
Smiles and waves
O Sweet black empathy
How’s your Happy House today?
Swallows sing
Four and twenty blackbirds and
A closed fist full of blood and rusty crucifix nails
beckons stooges all empty souled owls
holding their messages in blunt talons
sit in their caged closets
full of secrets plenty
whistling iron beaks
they’ve envelopes
to steam
there sit the jaded sinners
all winners
open table
dealing wagers
and best bowers
for hot kitties
Black Kings
Red Queens
holding their messages in blunt talons
sit in their caged closets
full of secrets plenty
whistling iron beaks
they’ve envelopes
to steam
Smiles and waves
O Sweet black empathy
How’s your Happy House today?
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
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Happy House/Sioxie and the Banshees
“If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second greatest favour you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they’re happy.”
“I hate writing, I love having written.”
“It serves me right for putting all my eggs in one bastard.”
“That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgement.”
Dear George, our cat grand-baby, now you're gone;
our hearts are saddened on this rainy day.
Your family found out this early dawn
those angels came to take you now away.
We do remember how you came to them...
a stray, you wouldn't leave the porch for days.
A handsome, large tuxedo cat, a gem...
you won their hearts in many unique ways.
You found the family who you would love
and charmed them so that they would take you in.
So many years, with joy and comfort of
your loving ways...their special gift you've been.
Goodbye, sweet Georgie, now you fly away
to kitty heaven...find Felisha, Charlie,
Lucy, Bessie, Tessie...to now play
with these sweet kitties that were family.
On a cold wintry day,
While their mom collected nuts
Two tiny baby squirrels
In their nest warmed their butts
The wind was blowing hard
And the nest needed a fix
So, their dad went out searching
In the blizzard for sticks
He returned with a mouthful
His cheeks full and stuff
He made seven more searches
Till he then had enough
The kittens asked mom
"Mom, does winter last forever"
Mom cracked open a nut and ate it
Then said, "Nope kitties... not never"
The kittens wide-smiled
They were so happy to hear that
Then they got out of the nest
Where their tiny little butts sat
Then, they ran down the tree
To look for nuts 'neath the snow
But returned to ask their mom
"Mom... where do we go"
Winter Is Not Forever Poetry Contest
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Glorious cats of the Sun
They strive to be number one
They live for recognition
To be the best by definition
The most generous of them all
No favor is too big or small
They’re loyal to their tribe
Their love’s hard to describe
They love their mane
They can’t be tamed
Big hearts of gold
They’re regal and bold
Even in the night
They’re in the spotlight
Flattery makes these kitties purr
They love compliments for sure
One thing that you can’t ignore
Is when you hear these lions roar
They’ll charm you like never before
They’ll have you melting on the floor
These felines already won
After all is said and done
These are the cats of the sun
They’re most loved by everyone
A small dog whimpers in the cold.
All he needs is some warmth –
the warmth of your heart,
a morsel of food, and a cuddle.
A little cat lonely by your porch,
gazes at you with sweet kitty eyes,
meowing and meowing for a dish of food.
Maybe she is lost and wanting a snuggle
from a person whom she has gone missing from!
We all feel miserable at times.
Maybe we have fallen on hard times.
Maybe we have simply had terrible day.
Sometimes all we need
are sympathetic words, a nice hot meal,
and the gentle touch of a loved one’s hand.
puppies and kitties
and the kiddie inside us all -
Sometimes we simply hunger
For kindness.
My cherished tomcat went missing
I sat at home in floods of tears
He’d been my devoted companion
I’d had him for so many long years
So I put up some missing cat posters
Around the village and in the papers
Has anyone seen my lost pussy…
I was shocked to learn of his capers!
My tomcat was known to be randy
Some weeks he would not return
He was seen with that queen named Sandy
Her advances my Tom would not spurn
I got phone calls from various places
To say Tom had been living with them
He had his paws firmly under the table
Grr he’s like so many unfaithful men
My Tom had a string of cat lovers
Or are they merely a lover of cats
Cos he loves to have his tummy tickled
He had boltholes in houses and flats
I discovered that he was a father
Many kittens had my pussy sired
with Topsy and Fluffy and Tiddles
Oh my pussy these kitties desired
I’ve given up hope of my Tom returning
and I’ve got rid of his blue feeding dish
He’s unfaithful and he no longer loves me
but you’re welcome to feed him some fish
If by chance my Tom deems to pay me a visit
By scouring high fences and walls
He’s off to the vet’s in a cat carrier case
Cos he’s going to be losing his balls!
Inspired by the title of the ‘Missing Tom’ Blog by Becca Teagan
07-25-17
Tiger Lily is my kitty, lives in my house not in the city.
Ferocious markings soft meow, cold wet nose, pounce with a “POW”!
Affectionate with kitty kisses, and when I’m out I’m what she misses.
Beautiful, domesticated, poised and sweet and highly rated.
Tiger Lily, excited tail, when I meow its then she’ll wail.
Baby Boo her kitty friend, loves and cares for, will defend.
Small and white just like a ghost; Baby Boo shares love the most.
Baby Boo shares kisses too, if not aware she’ll pounce on you.
She nuzzles chin, cold nose on you, scratchy kisses, its what she’ll do.
So soft and warm, affectionate, to not have her it’s what you’ll hate.
Piglet is the big meow, the alpha cat, so in the now.
He walks so cool and so in charge; He eats anything that’s why he’s large.
He pesters me behind closed doors, even when I’m eating smores.
Upon the tank, I’m sitting down, to the sink and with a frown.
He stares and nuzzles while I’m busy, walks around and makes me dizzy.
And yet he is so loving too, he tells me things I always knew.
I know he cares, and loves me so, and I love him that’s what I know.
My feline friends are oh so sweet, the cutest kitties you’d ever meet.
Missy was the saddest cat ever a cat has the right to be
She was dull colored all over, white, and irritatingly giant fluffy.
Alley cats made fun of her, saying she was too simple and plain.
No other cat was this boring or dreary from here to Maine.
Missy wanted some color, some pizzazz, some sass, some flair.
Her all over dull plain blah white fur was simply unfair!
I want to be orange, red, silver, pink, red and blue.
I could dye you, her hairdresser offered. Simply name up a hue.
But Missy’s owner wanted her to be blah like the family.
No one else is complaining, she told the sad kitty cat, Missy.
Missy had a grandma that put an idea into action. great as could be.
Decorated Missy with a string of lights as a gorgeous Christmas tree.
Missy’s cousins were jealous, they meowed and wailed too.
This is unfair they told the others, but the aunts knew what to do.
The decorated all the kitties in Christmas lights that day.
The actual Christmas tree was sad now, barren and dull as ugly clay.
A pair of tiny orphans
in haystacks their mother made,
near an orchard by a lake,
with pine tall as an arcade.
Sheltering them,I brought milk
to the lonely kits each day,
but they wouldn't show their faces
till I hovered far away.
In time they learned to like me,
and slowly joined running games;
one brown-furred, one white bundle
Sugar and Puff... their nicknames.
Hearing my voice from the door,
the kitties would run so quick
right up my tummy to the neck;
playing cuddle- and- frolic.
One day, Puff and Sugar left
not marking sign of contacts...
the fun of souls well relished,
how my heart misses loved cats.
ButtercupShalimar was a cat, that was white
She was fluffy and furry and real girl girly.
One day, in a baskety in the bedrommy,
She had six kittiebabies with big, big loud cries . . .
Mew mew mew MEW! They all cried and, all the time!
And soon they grew grew grew grew and GREW!
There were three girl kitties and three boy kitties, too
The girl kitties were all sugar and spice sweetness,
And their names were SquigglesWigglesGreyKitty,
PebblesFluffyWhiteKitty and TickleCuddlesOrangeKitty.
The boys were called, DoodlesDafferBrownKitty,
WeeblesWonkiSpottedKitty and last PuddlesRascalBlackKitty.
The boys were all hoop and holler, you know boys!
Well, life for ButtercupShalimar was upanddownable,
It was CRAZY keeping track of the six hooligans
but she needed a rest outside, so she left them sleeping,
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ . . .
When ButtercupShalimar came back it was all topsy turfy
in the housedippity with the back and forth and up and down
of six rough and ready kittiebabies all aroaming unsupervised!
She gathered them up and started counting . . .
One kitty, two kitty, three kitty, four kitty, five kitty . . . huh
"OH MY WHISKERS!" Screamed ButtercupShalimar,
"Where is SquigglesWigglesGreyKitty!
So they searched the housedippity, they all marched,
up and down, around and around, up in the attic
and even down in the basement, they yelled,
"Has anyone seen SquigglesWigglesGreyKitty?"
They mewed mewed to the dog, the bird in its cage,
and even a mouse walking by!
"Oh dear, oh dear, OH Dear ME, where could she be?"
And the five all answered at once, "WE DON'T KNOW, know."
All exhausted and dragging their paws they went
to the baskety in the bedroomy for a wee rest,
And whatdoyouthunk they saw all curled upidy
SquigglesWigglesGreyKitty with her head tucked under her paws!
So, if you lose a kittiebabie, look in the baskety in the
bedroomy closetety, FIRST!
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August 20, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/ButtercupShalimarCat
Copyright Protected, ID 15-702-352-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Childrens Story, Dr. Suess Style,
Sponsor, Casarah Nance
Sixth Place