Long Purr Poems
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“May I fondle your gluteus maximus milady?”
“Why you certainly may, my good sir”
“A bucket like yours with such voluptuous curves
Starts me tingling and me motor to purr”
“Let us meander beyond that tree over there
We can let our sweet passion flow
Bid a farewell to our inhibitions so to speak
And share in the light of love's glow”
“Now my kind sir, may I ask you a favor
I wish you would progress a bit further
The way you fondle I find quite exhilarating
Can't help myself yelling bloody murder!”
At that very moment, a small crowd did appear
They were clapping and cheering us on
So we sheepishly pulled up our pantaloons
As our moment of passion was gone
The moral of the story is really quite simple
When fondling a lady's gluteus max
Make sure you're alone and don't gather a crowd
It can certainly detract from the act
A poet's decision, a peaceful vision
I purr in sleep whisper
Sparkling in tinkle winkle
I fine in wistful shine
My dreams in prone schemes
Dreams sheer on, by night delight
Mind lookin' to da' pie in the sky
For wistful, prayer in the air
Supine I am, deep in peep sleep
Keepin' utopian dream to extreme
Nomadic musing sifting 'n drifting
In space of a silent place
Stargaze embrace on a lonely face
Having forty wink in slumber be·think
Relaxing to the snore of a heavenly explore
Dreaming deep end; resting in the fog's nesting
Sleeping while clouds weeping
Imaginings under wild blue yonder
Witching hour itching 'n pitching
I keep on a dreaming in deep sleep
Mark Clarke was the gentlest man of Denmark
Yet considered by all a most unlikely patriarch
He was proud being Noah’s apprentice on the ark
Mark was in charge of ensuring all the animals did embark
Two by two in harmony, elephant, giraffe, tiger, and aardvark
Shared the gameplan with the many types of whale and shark
Ensured every bird was onboard, especially the skylark
Mark’s wondrous inventory was classified by icon and footmark
And sometimes in the margin he would jot a special remark
Hoping no one would notice he found neither unicorn nor snark
For weeks torrential rains made the sky darkest dark
They prayed for the rainbow, that long-awaited coloured arc
When the rains finally subsided they looked for the closest park
Everyone had cabin fever and were ecstatic to disembark
Rowdiness of meow, oink, purr, caw, growl, snarl and bark
Plans were soon ongoing to celebrate with a feisty spark
Evaluating the damage up and down and all around Hark!
Mark said Yeah, that’s gonna leave quite a watermark
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Written: May 19, 2026, for a contest sponsored by JCB Brul
8th place contest winner
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O Finn, my little moonlit friend,
whose gentle ways can soothe and mend.
You curl beside my drifting day,
and hum my heavy thoughts away.
Your purr—a hush of healing light—
turns trembling hours calm and bright.
Your tender head against my hand
makes all the world feel soft, not grand.
You breathe, and all my shadows slow;
You blink, and kinder breezes blow.
O, quiet heart in fur so thin,
you warm the world just by being Finn.
Sweet soul, through dark and dawn stay—
Your love draws all my fears away.
And every piece, softly do you wear,
is worth a deal more than the loudest bear.
A bright afternoon lunch, a darker shadow wraps around
your leg. Not clawing, just yawning. Yearning for a twitch
in its way.
You sit terribly still.
Your mother urges you to shoo it off, your father chews
absentmindedly at the way too bloodied meat, gazing through
your forehead. The clinks of the neighboring tables annoyingly
in sync. Your foot turns to face it.
The waiter gets your sister's order wrong, she curls up to a ball
as so does her stomach as she pipes down the vanilla milkshake,
an excuse to leave to the bathroom. To leave here.
The edge of your eyes catches the figure 8 being woven
along your cramping shins.
The heavy grimace of your brother, your mother fixing up
his collar, clearly not ironed. The setting bores you,
you look under. Beady eyes staring at you too. A plea
for what you should do.
The sinful act of feeding a noir stray cat.
With the steady grip of a football player, a knowing smirk
a bright eye glint, you hold it close,
the pitch-dark abomination–
and toss it onto the table.
An approving purr.
A feast for all.
Hi biscuit, you’re mighty and cute
So acute in hearing that I’m spearing fruit
Perhaps you didn’t know, I’ve lived in the South…too.
Entertained a name in the halls of high school
I thought it was cool, even back then
We were Rebels
Trivial this trivia of mine
Confuses many versed in sublime
My Confucius IS confusing
As are my rhymes butt
So what if they are
They’re just in my mind
Xposing me in a Leonine wind
(out of the skillet and into the…?)
bhindi, also know as a gem
... we banter in Bantu, know?... KinGumbo?
Layers of players in a game of purr suits
and sLayer the Dragon thought I said suite
So he booked a room and waited for treats
meanwhile…
Derelicts were there as centurion scribes
Bricks they made while recording tribes
Bows they carried low and to the side
... On a long coarse
I watched the hoarse-men ride.
Primus asked and the filly said hey…
Ask again in the proper way
Cute doesn’t cut it, the Cupid had to say.
Especially, if the gravy is grey.
”...oh look Vincent, it’s your lobe dear…” ;)
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this is written in reply, to someone's reply.
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In silence,
She purrs like a kitten
Still young at heart
Never feels like its written
That she must whisper
Meow like her sister
In silence,
She purrs – gently
Soothing away every doubt
Erasing the worries,
Leaving smiles all around
With her quiet ways
She opens so many doors
In silence,
She purrs like a kitten
With her lovely glow
I am surely smitten
She is like a beloved joy
Ever given to growing
On those who know her,
This aristocratic, mellow girl
In silence,
She purrs – inspiring
Everyone who knows her
To hesitate and smile,
Her beauty is beyond this world
She is a light to those who
Know her tender whispers,
Her purr is ever the reason for
Listening to this wisdom…
The sacred meow society never hears –
She is the kitten with the most insight
Because it is the heart she wins
With her sweet purr – her soft paws,
Her precious gentling of the spirit
Who knows she is like a rustling wind –
Beautiful, peaceful – forever sighing
Across the heart and soul, she is the one
Who knows – sometimes a purr speaks louder
Than the loudest meow on earth!
The Sacred Meow Society Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Written February 25, 2023
What I’d do to see your face
What I’d sacrifice to feel your taste
Where I’d go on our little adventure
What I’d do to hear your purr
How I’d know your right there
To defeat and conquer all of my fear
I’d hear your voice everyday in my head
And carefully listen to all the lyrics you said
See your seducing eyes looking back at me
I’d watch you grow and just be free
Feel your touch every time we sleep
For you to be there and comfort me when I weep
But now I see that probably is not going to happen now
How did it exactly come to this, just how?
But sitting and dreaming about what could have been
Watching how our world slowly becomes dim
Broken dreams escape my body and mind
I can’t believe how that I could have been so blind
Now you have moved on and what can I say?
I sit next to the phone and watch life become darkened day
It’s not your fault---I’m sure it’s mine
I knew this would eventually happen, it just took time
I will act like we didn’t even ever exist
But never look again for that type of happiness
Just for now I hurt so much
I started to drink again and became a lush
From the thunder in your songs, your heart has always been with someone
As I look further ahead, deep beyond the rising sun
I care for you and I always will
But my love for you, your shady thunder did kill
"Upon my lap it's safe garden pleasance,
deep in its soul a rumbling purr."
Quote by poet
Dulcet golden summer light lay upon
her long feline fur of chocolate mousse.
She sensual moves soundlessly through loose
half written poetry sheets, then she's gone.
Warmth of deep and passionate emotion,
on her paws nears, with grace hugs with her tail,
as she sits submissively. With big pale
green eyes, purrs, and stares up with devotion.
Soothed by her radiant gentle presence
and dawning affection, looking cozy,
but in Pandora's box being nosey.
Do not rein her private garden pleasance.
Snuggles a cat,
that I love to pieces, pieces;
she is adorable and sort of fat,
our love only increases.
And it never decreases no matter the years,
oh, I adore the tufts on the end of her ears;
sometimes, suddenly she appears-
she likes to chat.
She is light grey,
with long fur that likes to tangle;
she sleeps a lot, meows, eats and likes to play,
watching TV- a toy I dangle.
She lays real close beside me on the bed at night,
and I often listen to her snores of delight;
in the morn' her purr is so polite-
squeaky mice her prey.
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September 27, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/I Love Her To Pieces, Pieces
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1184-357-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Write A Rhyme About Your Favorite Pet
sponsor, Regina Riddle. My inspiration - my pet cat
First Place