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In every corner of my floor and everywhere are toys,
the floor is littered- even with some that make noise.
There is a huge floor scratcher shaped like a boat,
and dangly things that I must for kitty daily float.
There is a tall scratch post that is very tattered,
'cause kitty is determined that it must be battered.
There are blankets thrown out of her soft fluffy bed,
and it seems her squeaky mouse have also fled.
There are catnip pouch shapes for endless fun,
and kitty will run with them till she is tired- done.
But, I do not mind the clutter and stuff on my floor,
'cause each day kitty and me bond more and more.
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
It is the end of a twelve-hour shift
It is the hour I’ve been dreading
I don’t mean to be superstitious
but how is traveling home alone
at night, a good idea?
Specially past an open field
Heading home bound
Something followed me home unawares
All I wanted is to rest
In my one room shack my wife and kids
Are already in bed
My wife woke up because my wheelchair was
Making a squeaky noise
She was cross
And I enjoyed watching her in her tired poise
A careful whisper sorry did suffice
Off to bed I was on my left side fast asleep
Did not stop to eat was past midnight
Something pressed me down with a grip so tight
A chill went down my spine caused me to fright
The hair on my neck was raised
Could only manage a small stifle squeal
Help Shirleen!!
She could only hear me by the third attempt
Matt what is it?
I am not afraid of no ghosts but
W what w was that?!!
Form:
A silent stillness swaddles the night
A restless wind addled floor doth spite
From rim's spout vaporous cloak descends; prescience to slight
Above melancholy mist, hoot owl resounds with doleful delight
In the distance, a billowy plume rises; darkness to blight
A shrill whistle echoes from wall to wall distilling fright
Chilling requiem announces approach of mechanized spright
Two AM shadow creeps across canyon with stealthy might
In desolate channel, pulsating waves a bleary storm doth ignite
With thunderous chorus, the clanging rails a tremor doth incite
Vibrations reverberating through rocky redoubt; airy palpitations excite
A squeaky tenor underpinned by clamorous bass doth medley recite
Unbridled steel caisson through pristine stone columns doth alight
Slithering snake in undulating pattern over matted groves doth kite
Steaming furnace propelling armored mail on brigand flight
Fortified invader with contraband o'er corrosive terrain doth fight
You're her friend who wasn’t there
likes to get involved and share
sucking up and showing care
be a brainwashed silly mare
Loyal showing her support
do her work file reports
couldn’t help her ass in court
weren’t a witness silly sort
See you weren’t there
So you don’t know
Let’s be fair
Now You should go
She’s always getting others to do her work
Speak well of her and protect her way
You’re just the latest ignorant berk
a Squeaky gleamer perfecting her day
No one else has got involved cus it ain’t their business
even those involved a true and legal witness
So why are you without a clue actively supporting
She didn’t pledge innocence still you’ve been reporting
reassurance and comfort aiding nerves
be assured I did too came off worse
You wouldn’t have to look too far or long to see the narcissist
You shouldn’t have took her words uncared and got involved in this
She’s selfish and a martyr makes you feel for her
the sympathy thereafter sees you helping her
but you should know she doesn’t care
Second row to the board!
These words could not just be ignored
I’m thinking but a vintage few
Would even start to have a clue
Nostalgia begs those days at school
With steely nuns whose stare would rule
Blackboards and their squeaky clamor
Chalked Arithmetic and grammar
When called upon to diagram
By row, we took final exam
Our sentence structure, now to see
Whose brain has not been absentee
With prepositions, verbs and nouns
We hit the boards, such eager sounds
Arms held tight, just the right angle
Participles must not dangle!
To her, their apartment was the whole world—a small but cozy place where she felt safe and loved.
It was early morning. She heard her sister squeal with joy hearing that schools would be closed today due to the heavy snowfall.
In her pink onesie pajamas, she shuffled across the speckled brown-and-gold carpet. It was worn and frayed in places but soft under her little feet. The living room was cramped, the walls filled with photos of a family's happy life. An old sofa was wedged between mismatched end tables and a wooden bookcase overflowing with encyclopedias. The plastic-lined cushions sagged from years of use.
A crack and stain on the ceiling traced where water had once leaked. The radiator clanked and hissed, making the windows sweat against the icy city air. She climbed onto the sofa. The plastic cold and squeaky beneath her pj's. Her small white footies barely reached the edge.
Their living room was everything—
a playroom, a dining room, and, on the coldest nights, a bedroom where they all huddled together when Mom turned on the oven for extra warmth.
Her pigtail tickled the back of her neck,
but her eyes stayed glued to the TV.
A gray rabbit with twitching whiskers dashed across the screen,
and a little man with a big nose and chubby legs was chasing after him, gun in hand.
Outside, snowflakes swirled around the window, piling in soft heaps on the fire escape.
She and her sister would make snowballs today
and lie in the snow laughing, making angels.
The smell of coffee, fried ham, eggs, and toast wafted from the kitchen.
She was looking forward to the delicious frosted sugary oat cereal
Mom would be preparing soon.
Dad had just walked in from work.
His usual booming voice echoing down the hallway. Mom’s quiet hush followed from the kitchen.
Everything was perfect. Everything in her little world. . .
Until she heard the gunshot—
and Dad lay dead on the kitchen floor.
I'm living life hard knock and it's hard to get by/
I'm trapped in a prisoner state of mind/
Sometimes it's good times sometimes it hits the fan/
I'm just trying to get by, maintain so I can live my life/
I need help, I'm trapped in a prisoner state of mind/
All my days are routine and I need a break/
For God's sake, something has to change and soon/
My thoughts are running around crazy headed like a balloon/
They want to label me a goon, and yes I'm intuned/
With the thugs and hooligans that's up in this room/
They left me no room, I need space to maneuver/
So I took the wide road and it lead me to the sewer/
Now, I'm thuggin' in the gutter with the baddest of the bad/
Living a life of sin, I don't want no other/
I just wanna go home because I never done the crime/
So I'm living everyday like it's my last/
Something has to give so I keep pushing/
I got the spot light on me so I know they looking/
I'm doing everything I'm supposed to do to get by/
And for some reason, they want me to rot/
I'll be gone to March but March not a guarantee/
But I promise they won't break me or enter my conscious/
Military minded, I was built for the struggle/
I know a lot of ways to get it, this a snip of the hustle/
I been playing tug of war with the people who wanna cuff me/
I been on the losing end, rusty and muddy/
Now, I'm on the winning team, WD forty/
Squeaky clean, brand new, fresh and oily/
I'm still locked in a box, but not six feet deep/
So I flow like a mare, because I'm free as can be/
What you look at as crazy, I look at as fine/
The women in the magazines, keep me sane/
Life in the ghetto is no easy fight/
You'll look at it the same in a prisoner state of mind/
My nana lived in a big city,
loved reading poems to her kitty.
Normally it sat on a mat.
but it was such a sneaky cat.
Waited for nana to go and cook.
Locked the kitchen door with a hook.
Kitty knew nana wouldn't look,
so sat on the chair to read her book.
Consumed with nana's poetry,
took a sip of chamomile tea,
but it was so hot that it stung,
silly kitty had burnt his tongue.
Screamed out loud with a screeching yelp,
but nana couldn't come and help,
as silly kitty had locked the door,
so rolled around helpless on the floor.
Thought the fish bowl would soothe his pain,
but his leap only came in vain.
Silly kitty forgot he couldn't swim,
but nana escaped to rescue him.
Now all he does is follow her around,
as his meow is now a squeaky sound!
It is in the air
Maybe the chair
Giving everyone a health care scare
And that is not fair
Added to having the homework done
And recess fun
Wearing a mask
Is the law abiding marketed task
Saying this will solve the problem
Scripted “We got them”
Ending the virus infection
As a prescription protection
Face covering does have an angry sight
Uncomfortable and tight
Frightful with might
Trying to breathe
Taking away human expressions to see
Trust needs to come on board
To win the invisible contagious war
By showing the door
Defeating controlling factors looking for a power play score
This is a choice
Made behind the godly surgical hidden voice
“I see your man date
And raise you ‘after Election Day get things straight’”
This is a concern
Distractions in the environment where students learn
Both book smarts
And social starts
Memorizing everything by heart
In order to be ready in playing a part
In this debatable plot
Dumped on those wanting a shot
Know the setting
Before betting
Taking the mask off
And getting a life threatening cough
From the smoke
That the Marlboro cowboy stoked
And the entertainers puffed while telling a joke
Sipping on something added to their coca coke
Wearing a mask is not a way to conform
Instead it’s a peaceful way during a storm
To call the house
Squeaky as a mouse
“I hope you have a better hand
In this political party stand
Or a new generation will win the pot voting ‘you are canned’”