Clandestine orchards perched upon the horts and whos so we'll make anew, the glowing fruit, is it purple or mewed pink, like colored sinks that sink the pink rose in the backyard pond for shallow eyes, that deftly see deepness and solidarity.
I saw a kitty cat last night,
she stood beside my bed and mewed,
her wings quivered . . . ready for flight.
I saw a kitty cat last night,
and she told me that she was alright,
kitty stared with purring subdued.
I saw a kitty cat last night,
she stood beside my bed and mewed !
It started with the beeping of my clock.
Sometimes I want to bash that irksome thing.
My dog barked for his food and then a walk.
While walking him, my cell phone went brring brrring.
I passed some school girls chattering away
like chirping birds. Back to my house I went
to feed the cats that mewed without delay.
I grunted next. My bills had gone unsent.
To mail them I zoomed off inside my car.
It rained. Outside my car I had to slosh
through puddles with no boots on. Great! Har har.
I splashed back to my car, and oh my gosh,
someone had whammed into my new car’s door.
I nearly bawled. Not even noon – what more?
a calico cat
and I met
in my yard today
it mewed at me
as if to say
we’d met before
in days of yore
when I was
much smaller
and knew how to play
The three imps decided to explore
And obtain a few treats as before.
Behind them, a cat mewed for her treat
But they refused in their own conceit.
The feline vowed she'd have her revenge,
They weren't afraid of any challenge
The cat saw them enter unafraid
As night darkness fell all light did fade.
A sharp moonbeam fell on a painting.
A lady, lovely but eyes glaring.
She screamed at the bad boys for stealing
The treats, in a manner unfeeling.
Fear entered their souls as all sweets fell.
The woman uttered a nasty spell
The moon shone brightly on the beauty.
On her lap, she kissed her black booty.
Many came to see cat on her lap,
It is witchcraft, said a nervous chap.
No one dared enter the house at night,
They'd rush out in fear, scratched and uptight.
Merlin the cranky cat
sat around getting fat.
Wanting to be heard
he mewed and purred.
He yowled and howled
and even growled
all with the same result.
He felt it quite the insult.
He snarled and hissed
What had he missed?
He tried a mewl
and lost his cool.
Short of a caterwaul
what should he call?
A tiny squeak perhaps?
Were they taking naps?
Chirrups and chirps
brought no alerts.
His tail-raising trills
brought no thrills.
He wanted dinner now.
He raised a loud MEOW!
Using the magic word
he finally was heard!
Merlin became the Magic Cat
in his tuxedo and top hat.
The other cats took their cue.
“Meow” meant “Please and thank you!”
The moral is if dinner you choose,
learn to mind your Ps and Mews!
A Doll to the Clinic
Overlooking from the counter
Then I saw her,
With a bairn on the shoulder
Wearing a face that mowed a smile.
under duress she enters
In nexus of tumult,
And couldn't bear the queue run
'Cause she had badly needed to see nurse.
Then was all around me fast and quick stamping her feets
It was vivid the doll couldn't breath.
T'was risky to intake in black and white
so I pointed to the door right.
In array of bermuda triangle hastily she left.
I was playing a second fiddle,
I did smell the rat
But wasn't sure to let out the cat.
Just few minutes in inspection
So scary and unbeary she mewed,
I recalled the doll I saw
And visualized it fall purses.
She thrown herself out of the room
Weeping to flooding floor as
Patients joined her match in gloom,
Marvels and fainted.Then we revive her to comforting.
Juliet Cat was an amazing high-drama queen
I am not lying, exaggerating or trying to be mean.
She used to spend hours on her balcony, lamenting her fate.
She had a crush on Romeo, an arrogant tom cat first rate.
The rest of us could not understand why she spent days,
Pining away on the balcony, whining in all kinds of ways.
She is never happy or satisfied, the other female cats said.
One was angry with her for sure, for her husband was dead.
She does not know real misery, the widow woman mewed.
A fight broke out in the alley, a mob mentality, one got lewd.
Juliet Cat did not hear them, she was in a world of her making.
Until the balcony began quivering, and violently shaking.
It’s a tornado! Everyone ran inside and put hurricane shutters up.
Juliet Cat was the first one to skedaddle with a friendly pup.
Things were touch and go, but some were ready to celebrate,
However, the roof came down and crushed Juliet; a horrible fate.
The tiny felines looked nothing alike.
But they had been born from the same litter.
They piled on each other, and mewed with spike.
They also terrified and made tiny mice skitter.
You’ll be okay here, Santa said to the kittens.
He put them into warm socks that felt like mittens.
Three Christmas kitties brought happy delight the next morn.
Lucky three children were that these beauties were fresh-born.
noble sir albert
perched on his nose
a primitive sundial
a bird without toes
growth's been phenomenal
sir albert cooed
as Big Ben came into view
ten thousand cats mewed
A tiny black kitten mewed at me
Green eyes like diamonds sparkling
I motioned 'Come here;' she jumped in my arms
Yet in the morning she'd clean disappeared
I 'Here-kitty-kittied' up and down all the streets
Hoping against hope, my pretty kitty to meet
But instead of 'mew-mew,' there was 'bow-wow' and 'ruff-ruff'
~ For my tiny kitty I cried... I think I've told you enough
He rode forth conquering and to conquer,
Lord of our time and this realm's emperor.
Pale was his steed, so firm and strong the hand
in which he held his ruthless iron rod.
Within the walls of yon dark tower mewed up,
his captives cry for freedom and for light,
and one who quaffed too deeply his red wine
must ride a nightmare to the ocean's bed.
People stop and stare
when I pass them on the street,
some believe it is bad luck
as our paths cross each other
others turn away and do not bother.
Singing the black cat blues.
Superstition follows we wherever I go,
like a black cloud ready to storm,
sunshine days are scarce in my life
I am an orphan looking for a home,
beating the pavement as I roam.
Singing the black cat blues.
One day a person approached me,
catching me with a large net,
pushed into a cage in back of a truck,
I arrived to a building with lots of noise,
my home and shelter with two mouse toys.
Singing the black cat blues.
Visitors came and went and passed me by,
I tried to look loving and purred out my heart,
hoping to be adopted by a special someone,
so I would not live my life as a stray cat,
and enjoy the coziness of my homey habitat.
Singing the black cat blues.
While I was napping in my sheltered cage,
I heard the sweet sound of a woman's voice,
she stopped and stared at me as I woke up,
an attendant opened up the door and I was free,
my new owner picked me up as I mewed with glee.
No longer singing the black cat blues.
He rode forth conquering and to conquer
A Lord of time, of this realm emperor.
His steed so pale, sure-deadly was his dart
And strong the hand that held his iron rod.
Within the walls of that dark tower mewed up,
His captives cry for freedom and for light,
And one who quaffed too deeply his red wine
Must ride a nightmare to the ocean's bed.
I came to live in the old house,
when I was ten;
I was led to an attic room;
it seemed a cozy den.
Quickly, the wood door was slammed shut,
it was solid and locked;
It was a small space and dirty;
and the window was blocked.
Time passed, minutes, days, months and years,
I was left clothes and food;
In the mornings it had been placed;
even a cat that mewed.
I pleaded and screamed and asked why,
but no one spoke to me;
I liked the girl in the mirror;
she said, "wish we had tea."
And I wished for a pen to write,
and smooth, white paper;
Then, one day the door swung open,
insane, I did not stir.
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September 11, 2017
Poulter's Measure Rhyme/ Trapped in an Attic Room
Copyright Protected, ID 938902
Written for the contest, Stuck
sponsor, Sara Kendrick
Third Place
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