Long Paws Poems
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Chubby cream grubby against white ice
Hungry somewhat clumsy polar bear heist
Hopefully loping over to an asylum of seals
Tusked beasts bound to become tasty meals
Damp nose oscillates, catch tongue anticipates
Hook claws extend, jagging his cumbersome gait
Ungainly angle rotates blundering bear ballerina
Jaws roar frustrated, mishap sadly signals dinner
Jolly bodied, barrel stocky well insulated brood
Swivel protruding chests to avoid being food
Fear pulls polar threat away, phew! - Relax
Pack pacify, raft drifts after cold cracks
Snowy blows his nose with hankie huge paws
Lucky that chubby has arms strong as oars
Iceberg dips, whiskers twitch while wishing
Imminent swim success - in frigid fishing
8th March 2023
Written for Contest: Cracked
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
The Grinch
is the guy I want to pinch.
Why would that crazy fool
ever want to steal the yule?
Santa Claus,
I'm just a kid who has four paws,
so, I hope to see beneath the tree,
a chew toy just for me.
Frosty the Snowman,
you ain't got much left to show man -
just coals, a hat, and a carrot stick...
in a puddle. Your spree was over pretty quick.
Bob Cratchit
Did you catch it?
Scrooge says you got a raise.
For Tiny Tim, to God, let's praise.
Rudolf the Rednose Reindeer,
raised not very far from here,
hit the big time on Santa's sleigh,
with gifts for kids both young and grey.
Jack Frost,
I told you to get lost.
Move along, don't linger.
I can't even move a finger.
Bob Cratchit,
Scrooge will bury the hatchet.
Before he changes his views,
buy Tiny Tim's orthopedic shoes.
Santa Claus,
don't send me a toy because,
as I start to think,
help my dad, so he won't drink.
Frosty the Snowman,
your mom told you not to go, man,
outside to play in the sun.
A blizzard's a safer place to have fun.
The Grinch -
that's you, you Christmas monkey wrench.
You should be grateful to know that you
are the subject of a clerihew.
Oh, boy! It's poem time!
I think I'll try a little rhyme
What goes with the word 'Claus'
How 'bout paws, jaws and hee-haws
Next I'll do 'a little trick with Nick'
Pick, Quick, Lick, Sick, Wick, Tick, Chick
Did you get it, that Nick's short for Nicholas
Just like Tick is short for 'Tickle Us'
And of course, I mustn't forget 'Kringle'
Why, there's mingle, tingle and bi-lingual
Yes, darling. I've finally found my niche
We're on our way to becoming rich...
So, here's a peep at my next fab new jingle
Once we were married ~ now we're single
Kitty charms
sweetest gift
in your arms
Fluffy fur
twinkling eyes
mews and purr
Hide and seek
'neath the couch
gold eyes peak
Chases wand
bats the toy
quick respond
Paws squirm neath
the closed door
priceless feat
Climbs the drapes
scolded down
runs escapes
Under chair
hides and sulks
with blank stare
Hears some noise
food in bowl
smells the joys
With meow
runs to eat
happy now
Nighttime treat
sleeps on bed
warms your feet
I saunter surrounded by an array
of graceful movement in a wet meadow
fluttering blue butterflies, so I lay
s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g to play with a swipe of my paws
Of graceful movement in a wet meadow
butterflies elude with beauty and grace
s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g to play with a swipe of my paws
as they scatter and fly away in space
Butterflies elude with beauty and grace
fluttering blue butterflies, so I lay
as they scatter and fly away in space
I saunter surrounded by an array
3/8/2016
The poem above was a revise from my poem;
Meadow Of Blue
I saunter surrounded by an array
of graceful movement a
meadow of blue, so I lay
and stretch to play
as they scatter and fly away
3/29/2015
Contest: Any Poem Not For A Contest Ever
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
I stalk my prey, through the dead of night,
Through thick green leaves, the moons soft light.
Vines would melt, from the crowns of trees,
Each paw would lay, under cover of the breeze.
My eyes are golden, my pupils are pierced,
My breathing delayed, my face is fierce.
My teeth are quite sharp, a stained yellow shade,
My coat of burnt orange, to black stripes it will fade.
I’ve locked on my target, branches snap on my paw,
I’m in a state of mind, saliva falls from my jaw.
My breathing stops, my heart slows down,
As the animal I approach, eats leaves from the ground.
The cub by my side, hasn’t quite learned,
The art of stalking, to avoid being heard.
My cover is blown, the animal darts up,
The chase is now on, thanks to my cub.
The animal is fast, darting through the leaves,
But my eyes lock on, to where it weaves.
The leaves and snapped branches, fly through air,
As my golden orb eyes, are latched and stare.
My paws are built, for this kind of terrain,
The hard shelled beans, will feel no pain.
I pounce through lines of morning light,
The rising sun, waves goodbye to the night.
I caught my prey, through the skin of my teeth,
The chase was intense, fast and brief.
My cub comes clumsily, bouncing off the floor,
I stand with bloodied chin, adrenaline to my core.
This animal died, so we could survive,
The battle of nature, to stay alive.
I look up through canopies, of sunlit green,
I see spots of sky, a shade of aquamarine.
I look at my cub, with her hungry tired eyes,
I look at my prey, a missing chunk from its thigh.
Our stomachs are filled, for a few more days,
I respect my prey, on the cold ground it will lay.
I baked some cookies, fresh and warm,
Their smell, a perfect, sugary storm.
I turned my back for just a beat,
And came back to a missing treat!
The culprit’s clear, though no one speaks—
It’s furry paws and whiskered cheeks.
A trail of crumbs leads down the hall,
A guilty cat, too proud to call.
I chase him down, he gives a stare,
Like, "What? I'm innocent, I swear!"
But crumbs are clinging to his tail,
And I know well, I’ve lost this tale.
So next time I bake, I’ll make a stand—
Lock the cookies in a jar, so grand!
But for now, I’ll laugh and sigh,
That sneaky cat’s the cookie guy!
That sickly little ginger's eye is open again!
Oh she's loving her new sister in crime!
Look at them on the pedestal taking on all comers!
Shouldn't have been in the zone and you wouldn't
have gotten bit on the ass!
Oh now it's on, whoever is king of the mountain
is master of all they survey!
Frenzy and pandemonium at the call of dinner bell
is part of the ritual, aids in digestion!
I stole it fair and square, besides, I thought you
were giving it to me, no it's mine now,
step back, fool., you left it!
I will buy some time with this burger
under the couch while you compose yourself
and deal with it.
Ear wiggle on their backs getting pampered
and holding baba with all four paws time!
That one is not too big for a bottle,
every kitty deserves a baba!
Corn kitty has such grace, such style,
buttered up chest fur and look to the side
chew finishing and dive back into the corn.
She is actually using the paws as corncob holders, t
urning the corn for a fresh row!
Michael Jackson kitty is back, he is actually
watching beat it and doing the moves!
Singing kitty licks his/her lips to come in in harmony, what a good kitty, so beautiful!
Aww every kitty deserves a Japanese girl
to spoil it and tuck it in, give it a kiss goodnight!
Jackpot!
Her name is Sundae, with four white paws...
Whatever her scheme whatever her cause
If I scan the newspaper, digesting the news
My effort is vain, ...there is simply no use!
Perhaps it is Sundae's practical joke...
It seems that this cat has a strong jealous streak!
For she prods and she pokes, craving my strokes
She pokes holes in the paper....hops onto my knees
Purring with ease....getting under my chin...with her Cheshire grin
Pushing aside, or squeezing within
She paws at my paper, this pesky dear pet
Requiring attention, till her own needs are met!
If I’m scanning a letter, there's a page to be read
I must stop what I'm doing, and love her instead!
It's all in her skill...wrinkled papers.....her thrill...
She's a sassy old cat, jealous lover, in fact...it's as simple as that!
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Waste not want not.
Oh the rabbit went and died.
You should have seen us all.
The news was like a car,
smashed into a wall!
The feeling it was shock,
i felt like i would cry.
How could it be so,
that Thumper he would die!
I remembered at Pet City,
how hard the choice just was,
till we seen the Rabbit
with marks upon his paws!
The family just went "Awwh!"
We loved him oh so much.
So we took him home,
complete with brand new hutch.
It seems so long ago,
and yet it seems so near.
That we brought him home,
so small with such big ears!
I cant believe he"s gone.
We were left with excess food,
and there is an empty space,
where his hut once stood.
But Sunday Lunch was good,
a belly buster"Phew."
yes you are quite right,
we had a Rabbit stew!
and not only that,
our bad luck has been beat!
We"ve set the record straight,
with four new rabbits feet!
But the best bit of it all,
is Thumper was so fat!
That i have got to wear
a Davey Crocket hat!
It is like my Gran would say,
"You"ll be happy with your lot,
if you follow just four words,
Waste not want not!"
No rabbits were harmed in the making of this poem. Thumper is alive and well and
living at the bottom of my garden!