Lightning strafed
the carbon sky
with blazing spears
and monster fangs.
Deep thunder boomed
like cannon fire
and rent clouds
from dreamless rest.
The grey néphos
wept profuse
to see havens
gored.
On the bridge
a maiden cowered
her moggy cat
in tow.
Sail and mast
trembled, racked;
a bygone king
bowed to pray
tossed on waters
thrashing wild.
The tempest sighed
gagged.
In Catsville,
delighfully fragrant,
a musky moggy croons.
Reverb resounds
as lyrics drift
"Sugar and spice
"and all things mice!"
The Siamese star harmonises
with vociferous vocals
"Gimme Gimme Gimme
a cat stick at midnight".
amid the tender purring
of a somnolent feline.
Cat locked out in the rain
Soggy
Moggy
Cat uses litter tray
Tiddles
Piddles
Cat didn’t use litter tray
Cat shat
On mat
Cat wouldn't eat the new cat food
Fussy
Pussy
The Rodents’ Bane
Sphynx cats
jinx rats
A Most Unlikely Scenario
Shorthairs
court bears
Cat Catalogers
Shorthairs
sort wares
When Cats Go Formal
Bombay
Prom Day
Tranquil Lost Feline
Calm stray
Bombay
Detain the Cat
Waylay
Bombay
What Gangsta Cats Do
Rag Dolls
Snag Molls
A Cat Oration
Birman
Sermon
The Howling Sensations
*Main Coons
Feign tunes
Wet Mongrel Cat
Soggy
moggy
Sept. 15, 2022
for a Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
*Note: This is name for a strong, large longhaired cat that is also very sweet. Maybe it's only known about in the USA??
A hot day in July
He stood in the shade of the awnings of a shop
closed for lunch, the street was nakedly empty
no breeze disturbed the fine sand of time.
A cat under a car was watching him intently
perhaps the cat’s owner was the shopkeeper
then a moggy doesn’t think it is.
Only two living things in the side street existed
he beckoned towards the feline that got up
jumped over a fence, disappeared from view.
The man sensed a scary chasm of loneliness
the sun shifted and took, the shade away, nothing
for it, he needed a drink.
A morning moment
The owner of a black cat
Sits on a chair by the open door, on the shady side of the road
Reading yesterday’s paper.
The moggy opens its eyes they are like a creamy zabaglione
When I walk past.
The feline sees me then closes its eyes again.
The owner of the cat gets up with tail erect
Marches into the house
The door closes
The man starts up his scooter drive off in a haze of sunlight.
Tas De Chieness beat The World's Greatest
When Gnawdia Knumbins used a Sunday Easterroll
To pin Lensett Phinestt at 17:00.
Herman Densewoods and "The Late night" Man of Mystery
Fought to a double dq. The outside official called the match @ 15:51 referee told the official he couldn't control the action and the official condoned the decision.
"Axe Handle" Wesley Cobbs surprised an audience of 34,000
When he out wrested "Magnificent"Marlon Meanuios
Look a abdoimal stretch made Cobbs victorious @ 19:57
Moggy Mandell and Elvis Ewing beat Sai Bulworth and Fuji Sigh in a classic onefall bout. Team Number Onused a Tinsel City clothesline to best Jarbournes Best @21:43
The main event saw
"MainMan" Maddox Mark Lovechore and "The Masked Man" Mi Wife's Male Freind beat "Her Secret" Lover boy Kisser Longfellow and " Saturday Night " Melton Grifton
@22:19 Maddox used an off the toprope forearm
To gain the pinfall.
Foggy
Moggy
Soggy
Froggy
Moggy doggy is somewhat foggy
Plays in soggy mud, comes back froggy
8/7/2019
Poetry Contest: Your Turn For A Tyburn
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Cats
We are looking
after a cat
it is white and yellowish.
I feed it and clean
the litter box.
The catwalks around mewing
and shedding hair
on sofas and beds.
I hate the ing cat it is
not friendly, sometimes the cat
go on the veranda on
the seventh floor
and it isn`t falling down.
I like a dog can bond with it
take it for a walk and they will not
hide in empty boxes
or in your cupboard.
The lady ‘cat owner
will come and pick up the moggy
her little wonder
today and it will not be missed.
The Mouser
I friend of mine has an old moggy she says
help her to write successful books about suburban life,
big gardens and flowers; envious I tried to find
A cat had seen one outside the apartment building.
grabbed it and scratched but when I hit the pus
over the head with a stone until it lies still in my hands.
Next morning I fed it and gave it water the tabby had
left a pile on my Persian rug, while cleaning the mess
The feline sent an email to the protection of animals
and signed it with a paw, this incensed me so much
I threw the cat out.
A knock on my door it was the cat people about an email
I have no cat; they sniffed around not convinced, left.
In the evening a scratching on my door I knew it was
the bloody moggy, people knock on doors, opened it
slightly told it to off, you said on me!
The cat said it was hungry and had nowhere to sleep,
but shut the door in its face I heard it take the lift down.
Next day I found the cat sleeping in a card box in
the garage I reversed the car to scare it, but it ran out
spat: “I will report you, you heartless brute.”
ABOUT A CAT
They found you at the bus stop in the bin.
scraggy mog with unmatched staring eyes.
The soaking fur made bones show through your skin.
How could we all resist your plaintive cries.
We brought you home and loved you from that day
A tortoiseshell with absurd velvet ears.
Remember how we taught you how to play
And climb the trees to allay all your fears
For eighteen years you clung to every heart.
Our feline friend from destination 'bin'
We sorrowed when your time came to depart
And watched as moggy heaven let you in
Sleep well my friend beneath your favourite tree.
There's a hole in our hearts where you should be.
catherine wilson
2018
MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT A SONNET
I Saw A Mouse.
There's a mouse in the corner by the bathroom door.
I'm sure it's the same one I saw the night before.
With his cute pink round ears and his whiskers askew
we'll nab him and catch him before our cat see's him to.
We'll find him a new home somewhere outdoors
and keep him safe from our moggies claws.
I know there's a hollow in our big old oak tree.
We shall make him a nest so it's safe he shall be.
For if our moggy sees him he will kill him no doubt.
He will chase him until that poor mouse heart gives out.
So yes, come it's up to you and me
to make him a nest in our big old oak tree.
Tiddles didn’t really like the new cat food
Fussy
Pussy
The result of the new cat food
Tiddles
Piddles
BUT THEN ….
Squitty
Kitty
Tiddles returns from a long walk in the rain
Soggy
Moggy
Contented Cat when towel dried
Purry
Furry
Any theme two liner – March 2017 Standard Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
03~18~17
Death In The afternoon
The field mouse
So dolce
Sleeping in
A blue flower
The woman who took
This adorable picture
Also had a
Moggy
On the sofa it poured
And the lady will
Never know
What the cat did to
The mouse
As there are things
Cats do not care
Divulge
To us sensitive humans
A mere whisper of a mortal is a card on a tree. Unopened. Oh what godly prowess is occurring at this time. At this the thistle of time where Theremins and terrapins catch thermometers in spins. Justification is rife. Short day is not a short night and a large whale in a pram or a cot cannot join large amounts of watered down conversation. Move not a mingling mangy moggy into a sack of potatoes as fish is the prefered diet for many of a meow meow. And next the time for the bouncy sun to call upon the planets laden with dinner trays. And all this whilst the giggling goo goo berries are in line formation. Monetary mingling making messy musical mirages. And pus. Yes pus. Oyster. Mr Oliver Oyster does not appreciate such dreadful catatonic category codes. So don't wash dishes in a four foot ball gown. Rapid is the eye that moves thrice. And circles a planetarium. Good isn't it?. Clever isn't it. Very structured isn't it? But when a ring donut carries a pixie on a hot day to a castle it is said there is much whistling. And a bird laughing in a tree. Dance. Good. Goodnight equals good afternoon and also good morning as an aura salutes an aura. Reconfiguration Z
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