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My silent calico has stopped eating to give me that look.
I will ignore her, she is only a wonderful cat, right?
I know she will soon be between me and my mystery book.
I am her faithful adoring minion and she knows it well.
I dare not even peek out of my secret well-hidden nook.
I do not have to pay attention, at her green eyes so bright.
Snuggles will see me, and she will give me that all-knowing look.
I am clearly a cat mama, and she has me on a hook.
I feel helpless, and my princess feline has me in her sight.
Now she is sitting between me and a fantastic good book.
I am her faithful adoring minion and she knows it well.
Written Feb 19, 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge, Feb 2019, Roundel
Theme: A Funny Roundel
Sponsor: Dear Heart
1. THE EARLY YEARS
It was Nineteen fifty seven, that’s the year that I was born
It was in a northern town of England, one early January morn
I thought I’d be an only child, with no-one else but me
I have two sisters and a brother, they are my siblings three
Our parents, they were working class, and the life was somewhat hard
We all lived in terraced housing, with no gardens, just a yard
My mom, she was a housewife, she looked after all us kids
My father worked repairing cars, to help keep us off the skids
Our neighbourhood was close knit, a place where people cared for everyone
They’d watch the kids out playing, whilst you got your housework done
And if trouble rose its ugly head, between you and someone other
The neighbours would come storming out, and take you home to mother
I remember well the neighbour’s dog; they said his name was Snuggles
I’d climb over the backyard wall, to give him loads of cuddles
I loved that old grey sheepdog, he was furry, big and gentle
Each time I climbed that backyard wall, it drove my mother mental
I remember when they told me that poor Snuggles had passed away
He went and crossed the rainbow bridge, that last and final day
I asked, could I go and see him, because I didn’t understand
That all earth’s creatures go with god, to his own celestial land.
Old chair shattered pieces trash now
I'm envious of my love's new chair
For he softly lays his sleepy brow
Upon that brown leather without a care
I'm envious of my love's new chair
For he snuggles down close sleeps
Upon that brown leather without a care
Rests, dreams, and quietly talks peeps
For he snuggles down close sleeps
In this big man new leather recliner
Rest, dreams, and quietly talks peeps
This big man who rest then is kinder
In this big man new leather recliner
He caresses the leather gently
This big man who rest then is kinder
While he rest I watch him intently
He caresses the leather gently
For he softly lays his sleepy brow
While he rest I watch him intently
Old chair shattered pieces trash now
my name is Snuggles Kitty
and I live in a Victorian apartment building
with my human mother and elderly Smudges Cat
Smudges is very old and sometime forgets to clean her face
so, I do that for her
one morning mother got the cat carrier out
(I really hate that thing)
anyways, she put my old girl inside and left
I wanted to yell ... bring her back, please
and when mother came home that carrier was empty
and mother was weeping and weeping
I did not understand at first
and I tried my best to comfort her
finally, I searched for old Smudges everywhere
then, I knew ... my old girl had crossed the rainbow bridge
( I wonder, did mother know that I was weeping too)
I rolled myself up in my blanket for three days
and refused to drink or eat
until mother said in her big voice
Snuggles that is enough ... I don't want to lose you too
mother left me on the bed under my blanket
until I came looking for her
I ate and drank
and cuddled with mother purring loudly
we are coming to terms with living without our precious Smudges
though, the end of grieving may be far away
we still have each other
Smudges is buried in the garden
in the shade of a tree
it is the spot she loved ... a rock marks her grave
and in every season we leave her flowers
and, everyday we leave tears for our old girl
A young puppy came into my home today
Tiny and nervous, his siblings far away
It didn't take him long to come out from his shell
Just little scared when he first heard the door bell.
Sniffing an exploring he left little wee puddles
We laid on the sofa having snuggles and cuddles.
Placed next to his bed was a box of new toys
Balls, a tug rope an one that made squeaky noise.
At first he showed little interest in any of these
But liked to find places that was bit of a squeeze
Learning new surroundings, I would watch him explore
Running excitedly he'd crash into a door.
He chewed some plants, dug holes in the lawn
Had me up early; often at dawn
Playful, energetic, always wanting to play
We were both very tired at end of each day.
He yapped in the mirror at his own reflection
Then came small growls, his guarded protection
He just needed time to feel safe and to adjust
I felt honoured when he gave me his trust.
Everything to him was a new game to play
Lively and learning life rules to obey
My carpet became his latest new toy
Chewed an in tatters by my playful boy.
"P" Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor Constance La France
Written 25.09.21
The Rich Soil Which Yields My Food
Making a living from the earth is tough hard work and it is often done in extreme conditions. The shimmering rays passing through the open bedroom window awakens me with the warmth of the sun on my face. Lying a little longer enjoying the comfort of my bed, looking out the window before my day begins, enjoying the view of the blue sky while the clouds slowly move forming shapes. The light creeps through the leaves like water in a running stream through rocks. Listen to the gentle rustle movements of the leaves enjoying the cool morning breeze and the singing of the nesting birds in the trees in soothing harmony. My dog runs and jumps on my bed with some snuggles and a slight whimper to get me to rise to another long, tedious, exhausting, hard working day that’s ahead of me.
work morning till night
hustle behind a tractor
numbing exhausting
A farm takes pride in and being passionate about growing crops. It takes a special person to be a farmer.
farmers taking pride
rich crop triumph of hard work
always gives back more
© Eve Roper 7/28/2015
A happy small boy, only four,
Pure joy, is knocking at the door.
He slowly climbs up on the bed
As his daddy pretends to snore.
He snuggles close and lays his head
With an angelic smile that spread
From ear to ear, wanting to play.
I love you, his proud daddy said.
In Micky Mouse P.J.s, Jay,
Jumps up and down wanting his way,
Then down on the bed on his butt
Lands with a mischievous smile. Yea!
Can I get blue sprinkles doughnut,
And go to the park with Peanut?
Play on the slide in the playground,
And drive go-karts, and go putt, putt.
Yelping delight, Peanut the hound
A bouncing step, off onward bound;
Sticky blue frosting covered face,
Round, round on the merry-go-round.
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My furry friend is a little five pound grey cat,
And within her soul there is so much happiness;
She runs like a streak this way and that way,
And then of course, must have a quiet moment.
But, oh my, she can play for hours and hours,
She leaps and runs and spins in swirling circles;
There is a particular white play mouse she adores,
Carries it in her mouth, I even find it in my bed.
Oh, how she loves her scratching post in the sun,
Sometimes she is hanging up side down, meow;
And did I mention the balls she bats all around,
Then she flings herself on the sofa beside me.
And with a contented sigh she snuggles close,
We can stay like that for hours and hours;
And then, she starts the play all over again,
When it is time for bed, she curls up in a ball.
puuuuurrrrrrr .....
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February 23, 2016
Poetry/Verse/"Snuggles"
Copyright Protected, ID 16-760-941-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the Furry Friends Contest,
sponsor, Royal T
Fourth Place
I am sorry, I cannot fail to not take this quite personal
oh yes, I have been writing about my beloved cat
these past days, it is true, oh so true
since her tragic death (gosh, I loved that fur ball)
and she was not dumb but quite smart
like she knew what time I got home each day
and would greet me at the door
knew the time for food and the time for bed
she would bring me her favorite toys to play
she knew when I needed a purr
would help me at the computer (sort off)
liked to watch tv and go for a walk
enjoyed meeting people on the way
everyone loved this pretty cat
liked to help me read a book
or the newspaper (oh, what a mess)
she was a really, really good cat not a dumb cat
funny and clever and could even do tricks
and now, she is a beloved dead cat
sometimes she did not meow but tweeted like a bird
and now my home is tomb silent
I held her as she died as she breathed her last breath
do you think that was easy was something to just shrug off
so sorry, I will write of Snuggles cat whenever I want
and well, the outpouring of sympathy and love
as a result of my poetry is proof the PS poets
love me and my cat ....
'cause since Snuggle's death they have all touched
me deeply with their words on my blogs, poems
and in soupmails , those words
like a soothing balm those words caress my soul
so, though YOU do not approve I will continue
to write about my dead cat, and about
all of nature too ...
well, about anything that I feel like writing about
A girl's first date; she's sixteen.
The older boy is a prize.
He flutters hearts with green eyes -
so suave and worldly-wise
The young Adonis picks up
Sweet Sixteen; he has a plan -
they go to the county fair.
Thrills are guaranteed!
After a few scary rides,
She trembles with excitement.
Soon in the chill of the night,
he will make his move.
When atop the ferris wheel,
he wraps one arm around her.
As she snuggles into him,
her heart is racing.
For a moment the wheel stops,
and their lips meet in a kiss.
Oh, the thrill of youth's passion!
Nothing else compares.
Written Dec. 8, 2015