Long Kitty cat Poems
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Have you ever seen a kangaroo
Who's a little bit off his noodle
He hops around like a crazy galoot
Who's lost his kit and caboodle
He sometimes barks like a doggy
And chases cars and trucks
At times he meows like a kitty cat
Or sometimes quacks like a duck
Once got amorous with a moo cow
Outcome could've been disastrous
Luckily came to his senses in time
Almost had our first kangacowerous
They're treating him for psychosis
It's costing him a bunch of dough
Maybe he'll act like a kangaroo again
For his sake, we sure hope that's so
There's a moral here, it's very simple
It's about knowing who you are
Being happy with the skin you're in
And not coveting another's star!
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Where does my kitty cat go every day?
When I'm heading to school, is he getting away?
Or forgetting he musn't let strays in to play?
Where does my kitty cat go every day?
Where does my kitty cat go when it rains?
Does he stop at the station and try to hop trains?
Does he drop by the airport to gawk at the planes?
Where does my kitty cat go when it rains?
Where does my kitty cat go after dark?
Does he meet all his friends to play ball in the park?
Do the fans in the stands tweet and bray? Growl and bark?
Where does my kitty cat go after dark?
What does my kitty cat do when I nap?
Does he borrow my clothes? Pair my shoes with my cap?
Do you think he's aware that the toes overlap?
What does my kitty cat do when I nap?
How does my kitty cat know when I'm sad?
Does it show, what a terrible day I have had?
Does he nibble my nose to say things aren't so bad?
How does my kitty cat know when I'm sad?
What will my kitty cat do when I'm old?
Will he switch on the TV before being told?
Will he sit with me too, watching stories unfold?
What will my kitty cat do when I'm old?
What will my kitty cat think I intend
if I show him I care with the time that I spend
and make sure I am there when he's needing a friend?
I know he'll think that I love him.
**The End**
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The moth was morose and sad, things had not gone his way.
He sat on the mushroom topper, thinking how gray was his day.
A grandfather mouse who had seen stuff and been through a lot.
Bounded up on that mushroom to see moth deep in thought.
Whatever it is, tomorrow will be much better, he said.
The moth was embarrassed and turned away his small head.
Seriously, said grandfather mouse. Tomorrow will be great!
And it was for the moth, who was surprised at this state.
He wanted to thank the grandfather mouse, but he was long gone.
He had travelled past the weeds, down the hill, past the pond.
The moth remembered the kindness and tried to help others after that.
He helped a vole, a mole, a dog, a hog, a beetle and a kitty cat.
HE CREATED A SITUATION WERE SHE COULD
BE SEEN AS BEST
HE WAS UNTESTED
AND SOME WHO KNEW HIM
THOUGHT A CHALLENGE
WOULD MAKE HIM MORE
TRUE TO WHAT HE THOUGHT HE WAS
ECHO'S THE NIGHT BEFORE
WHERE I STOOD
ALONE
AND ALL WHO WISHED ME WELL
FOUND REASON TO BELITTLE ME
THEN MIGHT THOSE WORDS
THAT RESTRICT SUCH
BE NEOGCATED
THAT I MIGHT CHALLENGE
HE WHO WISHES TO DETHRONE ME
WHISK CAN TAIN
YO' BETTER NAME
GUESS DAY SAY SUMTHANG
SUM PEOPLE
LIKE DANCIN TOO
GETTIN DAT RIGHT
DIM DOUGH LITES
WE REHERSTED IT
NOW LET SEE THE THANG
THRU
GIPPA GET THE KITTY-CAT
IT'S COLD OUT SIDE
BRING IN THE HARMONY WIT-CHA
MAN THAT YAK-N-JUICE
SOUNDS SWEET RIGHT NOW
BABY
LET'S SIP ALITTLE WIT YOU
SAY MUSICISM
GET YO' TRUE WITHISM
YA'LL KNOW THE ONE ON TRACK TWO
GIFFA DIFFA FREIND
PITIN WHEN WE GONNA HAVE SUM-FUN
GETTIN IT THRU
DEW DAT DITTY
SHAKE DAT KITTY
GRASP THE GROOVE
SHAKE A LITTLE DITTY
SPIN YO' KITTY
JIGGLE DEZ
AND SING DAT TOO!
Johnny Brat figures out quickly
How to get the best results
When tossing animals in the air
You grab the tail while spinning it
Just ask kitty. He knows well.
Finding the proper trajectory is crucial for missiles
Creating a vortex of momentum is important as well
An unpleasant experience is guaranteed upon release
The family cat is about to find out what is displeasing
Dragging old bones across the floor to the kitchen
The cranky old witch watches from the window
With one hump or two protruding from her back
Propped up on a crooked stick, gazing out at the cat
In a state of distress in mid flight as you might expect
The old crow is too old to fly a broom
But she makes wonderful meals of youths
Counting calories because of her weight
But don’t count her out just yet
Through a glass darkly she sees a brat in action
Watching out as her kitty cat gets tossed about
The old hag grows hungry for a solution
A cauldron is ready with wood and coal
Awaits for what comes next down in the soul
Old witches chew gum with no flavor and no teeth
With the same fervor as with a nasty child
One makes bubbles, the other, trouble
Will it be stew or soup this time
Looks like we are having brat again for supper
"The York Shire Commons"
Magazine
Presents..........
The Smitten Kitten
and
The Kitty Cat Garbage
GLAM Show
Live at the Beacon Bender Arena
also starring.................
Getty Fantastic and the Menez
Of Troubled Wattaz
Band
Sponsered by Notable Monday Dining Club
and WGAL f.m.
( "F"ing all songs)
Grungy Negging w? crossover Appeal
WGAL "F"ing day and night !
I open the book of time once more and again
where pages are engraved in my mind
the worn old pages- all tattered and yellow
oh, here is the house of my childhood
and my memories come twirling
the smell of old wood and the stained glass
the french doors and the long curved staircase
my little room overlooking the garden
and the big claw foot bathtub- a lake to a child
the kitchen old and cozy with wonderful smells
mom humming as she cooks
a little girl playing quietly on the front porch
with long hair in tangles and rosy cheeks
and grandma rocking and rocking and knitting
and I hear dad busy in his workshop
my baby brother in his stroller sleeping
oh, the happiness
a child's table set for tea and dolls
a real teapot and some china cups from grandma
my kitty cat Snowball asleep on one chair
I walk up the shady street of my memory
down that big hill where I rode my bike
to the end of our quiet dappled street
and into a green park full of bird songs
oh yes, water lilies float on the pond
and white swans and ducks drift\
Poetry/Free Verse/Tattered Memories
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Opening the book of time
Pages engraved forever in my mind
Worn old pages all tattered and yellow
The house of my childhood
Memories twirling . . .
The smell of old wood and stained glass
French doors and a curved staircase
My little room
Overlooking the garden
The big claw foot bathtub
A lake to a child
The kitchen old and cozy with wonderful smells
Mom smiling . . .
A girl playing quietly on the front porch
Long hair in tangles and rosy cheeks
Grannie rocking and rocking
Dad busy in the garden humming a tune
Baby boy in his stroller sleeping
The hush of happiness . . .
A child's table set for tea and dolls sitting pretty
Real teapot and cracked china cups
Kitty cat asleep in the sun . . .
I walk the shady street of memory
The big hill where I rode my bike
At the end of the street
A park lush and still green
Where water lilies float
And white swans drift . . .
Down the street
The old church with its big doors open
I enter the gloom of my mind
Sweet the smell of candles flickering
The memories flood back . . .
All the worn old pages
All tattered and yellowed with age
I open the book of time . . .
____________________________
August 2, 2013
Poetry/Free Verse/Pages of Time
Copyright Protected, ID 08-496-528-02
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Kitty cat, your eyes glowed in pitch darkness
Like two emeralds set on a black foil.
You paced restlessly across the doorway,
With your tail curled at your back like a coil.
The night was still and not a leaf fluttered.
In your sharp ears fell the faint sound,
Of the nuzzling of fledglings in a nest.
Agile and alert you looked around.
Sensing, there was chance to spot a prey,
Following the trail of that faint sound,
Down you slid along the steep wall.
In a nest, three birdies on a small tree, you found.
Bare of plumage, they were like pieces of flesh
And too young for fight or flight
Their mother had sadly flown away
Never expecting them to be in any sad plight
You poised, rising on your hind legs.
With claws sharp, you got ready for the kill.
The fledglings yielded to your needle like claws
And in a second, all was silent and still.
"Learn to consider the source ... of rancour and
ignore. All tantrums don't require your reaction."
Quote by _Ibadidran Omo Akinde
I have spent my childhood the target of rancour,
malicious words like chains were my anchor.
Why are people like that ?
Sometimes, my only friend was my sweet kitty cat,
at school during lunch time- alone, I sat.
My words brought their rancour !
When I was a young woman I got much stronger,
I did not listen to the hatemonger.
Gone the chains that held me !
I was learning about who I wanted to be,
and saw resentful words as a sad plea.
Oh, get lost scaremonger !
Now, I am a writer of poetry- of life,
and yes still get hurt by life's stabbing knife.
But, am a tree rooted !
And when the venomous slither I press muted,
or lost in my mind- their words diluted.
Be still, not larger-than-life !
I feel sorry for the sad spiteful rancorous,
those people who get all cantankerous.
Why are people like that ?