Long Kitty Poems
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Kill the yellow bird (the one in the cage)
Change its name from Tweety to Dinner
Eat the evidence down to the last feather
Stay clear from the other family pet
Make the psychotic pit bulls bed your toilet
Murder him and the owners in their sleep
Use sleeping pills and bazookas
Grow fingers if you must
Get the job done tonight
Pull the trigger twice (because twice is nice)
Bury them out back with the other trash
Scratch your back, (claws optional)
Sit back and relax
Smoke another cigarette
Use the newly grown fingers to that end
Go about your business like nothing happened
Use the dead people's credit cards for shopping
Confess your sins to a priest
*(Pope Francis says pets can go to heaven)
Send him a letter in the mail from jail
Beg for forgiveness or simply meow
*(The man said nothing about hell)
Quote By Poet "Bears sleep all winter. Spring is their wake up call."
Winter is coming so we must hide, the warm days being gone is why we cried. Mommy bear said it is wintertime, the snow will start to climb. We need to go to bedtime, no more playtime. In Spring when we awake, we can go out and play at the lake. How about some fresh salmon steak, we will be hungry after our long sleep break. Spring will come as a new daybreak, in the green grass watch out for a snake. The flowers will be so pretty, like a new kitty. It is a pity, Mommy bear is not more witty.
Date Written: 1/23/2023
2 Place
Shh! The ballerina doll cautioned the blocks, the puzzles and the top.
She is sleeping, and she looks tired and bewildered, as if she could drop.
The toys had all been through some trauma or another, so they were quiet.
When the electronic dog began to bark, it nearly started a toy chest riot.
SHH! Whispered the toys, as they watched her tummy go up and down.
She was the first live cat they had ever seen join them in Toy Shelf Town.
We are determined to keep her she is giving us a different perspective they said.
The kitty slept on, with innocence, and the toys protected her sleep and her head.
Oh, when did evolution end
Or was it just a passing trend
That ran its course and then got worse
Or is it just a fading curse
For monkey’s would deny such kin
That say they are the root of men
For even the most vile Jackals
Ever put their foes in shackles
And yet these homosapiens
Claim they’re where evolution ends
That should there be a fall from grace
There’s nothing that could take their place
They have no clue the cats are waiting
And purring, mewing traps they’re baiting
Indoors, outdoors, all are feral
And “owners” all over a barrel
The fox is sly, the bear a brute
But kitty cats are oh so cute
And dogs, poor fools, will do as told
As long as kitty refills their bowls
newly deceased ghost lit his own caustic farts
wearing aluminum kitty cat ears with red jeweled hearts
our resident wild man Count Dracula laughed
as wisconsin cheese's weird math wizard graphed
gram’s annual preteen sunday school halloween party
was sailing with forthright butt-clenching gasses so farty
too many lima beans hidden under collard greens
fed to disguised beauty queens
embarrassed guests stood with their backs to the wall
scurrying titmouse squeaked displeasure to all
too much cutting of the cheese
a close by witch yelled out “jeez!”
Who made these canapes?
Yelled three disgruntled apes
bathroom was occupied all night
and the living room never smelled right
next year we will serve deer
and a whole lot less beer
beat cop heard what was said
he came around, Captain Fred
he arrested two who were dragg’n
passed out as he pushed them into paddy wagon
was one of those moments of gas
that we all wished would soon pass.
"God sends them without wings so
we will not know they are angels. "
Quote - Unknown
I heard a crashing coming from my flower shed ...
going to investigate
I found a furry orange visitor
CRASH went a flower pot of purple heather
from a table
and I was excepting more to fall
so, I stroked this wandering kitty cat
he was so friendly and I think looking for a friend too
I felt safe to bring him to the kitchen
and soon he was lapping warm milk
and munching on chicken
he fell asleep in my rocking chair
for the entire day ...
then, later hopped on my lap purring
I was thinking I have a cat now
but, then he kissed my cheek
and ran out the door ...
I suppose he was not quite ready to give up freedom
and this is okay
for my door will always be open to a visitor
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April 04, 2023
Poetry/Free Verse/a visitor
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1537-255-04
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, The Visitor
sponsor, Julia Ward, Judged 04/16/2023
Second Place
Brave, courageous and calm are words that describe this girl,
easygoing is my way but I am a curious kitty, an open-minded person.
Inquiring and spontaneous and I can really laugh at myself and do,
nurturing and loving, just ask my friends, trustworthy, a real good listener.
Give me a compliment and I am polite (my parents drilled that into me.)
Honorable, honest and hopeful are traits that I consider most admirable.
Until my end, I accept- that being human, of course I will make mistakes but,
my life is peaceful and spiritual and each chapter in my book meaningful.
Adventurous, fearless and confident is the way I face each new day.
no one is more charismatic, friendly- oh gosh I really do seem to like being me.
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July 5, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Being Human
Copyright Protected, ID 16-806-488-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Being Human
sponsor, John Hamilton
Fourth Place
Underneath the Christmas tree,
My Little Sweetie waits for me ...
Warm and snug, curled on the rug,
There she found me first, you see.
Some years ago, now number eight,
She'd been there, in a kitty crate ...
Rescued from neglect, she'd come
On Christmas Eve, and very late.
All was new, the here-and-now's,
And offering what a tree endows,
Free, at last, from her rough past,
She felt secure beneath its boughs.
Soon, she'd found me, and I her,
Soulmates, (one sans tail and fur),
Still, we knew that we were two
Meant for each other, pal and purr.
We share our joys now, very much,
She helps me with my work and such,
And just because, she'll wrap her paws
'Round foot or arm, to stay in touch.
No matter where I've got to be,
She always has to come with me,
And when I'm gone she waits upon
That very spot ... and patiently.
For ever since that Christmas Eve,
Each single time I have to leave,
Quick, she'll go to hide below
The limbs that gave her first reprieve.
I strive to stretch the holidays,
And find creative, thoughtful ways,
To NOT take down the tree and drown
Her Christmas spirit, (to coin a phrase).
But still, there always comes a time
The tree, no matter how sublime,
Gets put away, and that sad day
Is one I shall not put to rhyme.
Let's just say she's not much fun,
And won't give love to anyone ...
If she can't see a Christmas tree,
Her sullen months ... have just begun.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Christmas Pets - Writing Challenge December 2018" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
Since a girl-
I have been sensitive
hiding behind mother was my place to be
my eyes were deep pools of sadness
brown swirls of sorrow
words said effected me too much
I could not brush them off-
that was not me . . .
I just went within
with my imagination making up stories
I would read books in a secret attic corner
at night I told my kitty- my sadness
father taught me about nature and I loved
wandering the forest all alone
I saw things that touched my soul
a little baby bird
young squirrels playing
nature growing
streams flowing
green lush vines creeping . . .
this is where I still find my peace
my tranquility-
as a young woman I remain quiet- often alone
in my silent world
words said still scar my heart and soul, and
for some reason my life has been a tangled path
a ravaged garden washed with death
I have lost everyone I ever loved-
but I treasure sweet moments of sublime beauty lived
and in the end my sorrow is
a blessing . . .
for it has made me the poet, and words
drip from my pen to create poems
yet in the mirror, I often see
that frightened, sad little girl looking at me . . .
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May 15, 2017
Free Verse/My Introspective Thoughts
Copyright Protected, ID 900506
For the contest, Introspective
sponsor, Lewis Raynes
First Place
Blue Daisy
Blue daisy in the field
such sadness now you yield.
My heart is clouded so,
unlike by sunny glow
of flowers that are bright
and grow to bring delight.
Your blue still fills my heart
with thoughts that so impart
a feeling of distress
devoid of happiness.
Your color makes me blue
and breaks my heart in two.
'Twas blue I wrapped 'round him
that day when life went dim,
and laid him there to rest
in his eternal nest;
blue daisy at his side,
the day he left and died.
Still blue as blue can be;
I lost my sweet kitty.
For twenty years he was
my baby wrapped in fuzz.
In blanket soft and blue,
with daisy...said adieu.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Premiere Contest: Blue Daisy
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Judged: 06/21/2017