Cat Self Poems

As I stand here upon shakey uncertain uneven ground
Completely alone in my empty Clostuerphobic loveless
Self-made prison in hell
Spell cast  gauntlet thrown down
Cat In a...

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In just two weeks I will attain the body divine
Eat my greens, attempt a sit up or two...
If only I'd lay off reduced aisle wine...

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Fresh air and breathing it in
Underrated free feel good win
Viewing and experiencing natural terrain
An amazing tranquilliser for the brain
Moving your shoulders up and down
Easy first...

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Why do birds sing? Because
croaking, like a frog, does
not become them – 

And why do frogs croak? Maybe
just to keep the tiny fish alert
so when...

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This cyclic-round-wheel-gyre-chakra bound
business of humanness -
such an unnecessary habit.

I have stuffed my mind,
I have put on brown leather shoes,
and nothing else in the world
puts on...

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I say yes to a banana split with nuts and a cherry
Before breakfast, and not only on a Saturday
I am older. I could die tomorrow.
Or...

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John
Is 65 and a tall man
Dressed in a white suit and tie
With nice tennis shoes fuzzy socks
And some hair plopped on top.

Mary is 24 with...

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Born in Glasgow on 15th January 1994,
Lived in Bishopbriggs, East Dunbartonshire my entire life. 
Started Primary School aged four,
Diagnosed with Auditory Processing Disorder aged seven...

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Cat needs fed
But can that come later?
Dog is whining; might as well feed them both
Where is my list? A laugh.
Will they recognize me today?
Will I...

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Knowing I cannot hold back I do not try
Flailing my arms and legs, in a prancing sort of way
I am a spinning unicorn, alive and...

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Once upon a time, there was a girl who had a cat. 
He was a long haired siamese, with eyes of aquamarine and strands of...

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what is it that my soul is searching for
along this empty beach of thoughts
meaningful entreaty
placid as these gentle tossed waves
I wonder, what do I implore

upon...

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i.
like a genii released from a bottle
I pranced around in my all together
feeling a mirth I never feel during a waking moment
Dali surreal, and eager...

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Prancing within my own ideas are those of a voice
I neither recognize nor discern as a true possibility
A fairy? Muse? Entity? Disillusioned poltergeist?

Relieved she is...

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Much like the feline ferals who occupy my street,
I am quite comfortable living among people, but I do not trust anybody.
Trust has to be earned...

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