Short Claws Poems
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You talk with condensing tones
Crushing down on shaken bones.
You whisper secrets in my ears
That you say I had no right to hear
Your claws dig deeper year by year.
what are those? I ask, my voice cracking a bit.
They are long deep claw marks in my hemlock tree.
Made by a cougar? A mountain lion? a puma?
My cat cannot stop giggling.
On meow buses
no cat fusses.
Sweet little kitties
meow rodent ditties;
deck out bunting
time for hunting.
With pounding paws
furries prime claws.
Amid glad rasping
there is no fasting.
My kitten's four paws
Hide claws in his feet.
If his feet are on pause,
He is soundly asleep.
If he then starts to purr
In a deep warm soft rumble,
His engine is idling,
Ready for trouble.
A crowd of
White aspen
Performs the
Sacred moon dance, but
They cling together
Like a herd of
Wild zebras, on
The Serengeti Plain
Their leaves
Resonate from
The sweet scent of
The lion’s claws
Near swift streams
Hear loud screams
Dear ones unsteady
Gear up—make ready!
Fear causes pause
Bear paws claws—
Bead on the Grizzly
Lead story too grisly
Dead hide becomes rug
Deed told with a shrug
Nimbus storm clouds opened above my roof
No thunder, just a meow and a woof
Raining down were canine paws
and kitties with scratching claws
A glitch in Mother Nature caused the goof
My Claws Were Nicked
Remember when my claws were nicked,
And then some other ones I had picked;
He was scratched,
By claws attached;
As usual again Trump off was ticked.
Trump thinks he is a saint,
Which he sure as heck ain't.
Jim Horn
While claws of full moon pierce the lanes, beware
For Hallow slakes on a witching twilight,
Ghoulish tricks from dark shadows choke the air
Engraving beams with ripped imprints of fright!
Halloween Moon Contest of Eve Roper
10/20/2015
charming afternoon
a black, mighty eagle prowls
in spite of the mouse
~
witching afternoon
a great, mighty eagle prowls
hungry for the mouse
~
fly lonely eagle
swoop down on your prey a catch
claws encapsulates
2/24/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
A predator's rapier claws;
keeps my cat in good health.
Midnight black, she blends with shadows
and stalks her prey with stealth.
Pouncing at nearly lightning speed,
she's a featureless blur.
And yet, when cuddled in my lap;
Death wears the softest fur.
The crimson sky plays host to cawing birds
alightening upon a silken branch
below an emerald garden hose
is dripping out a symphony of words
Two animals enjoy this evening breeze
a furry one with pointed kitty claws
beside a taller one who writes and sighs
while the sun falls lazily
Beware dear mousey
cat D is stalking
primed to pounce
and visit devastation
upon your nest
of velvet down.
I've plinthed my claws;
a linen napkin
is coiled
round my neck
to mop red gravy
and sumptuous fat
when they dye
my twitching whiskers.
So, nestle close
little mouselings
make haste to scurry!
With claws like daggers, sharp and keen,
the tiger moves a silent machine.
Its strength unmatched, a force of might,
a hunter born in the fading light.
With senses keen, it hears the faintest sound,
a whisper of wind on the parched ground.
A burst of speed, a blur of orange fire,
the tiger strikes, fulfilling its desire.
Hunger has its claws:
Kitchens gape not doors.
One can't for long sit,
Whom ulcer has hit!
Just Red Tooth and claws,
A waging of wars:
Everyone a cat;
You'll hear Rat-Tat-Tat!
It's red tooth and claws!
Don't come here with laws.
Profit does us fit:
One from tricks and wit.
For red tooth and claws
I'll hide all the flaws.
Oh, cat, your stealth denies your claws
Subtle hum of resting warmth
Purring in whiskered dreams
A twitch of claw to gently say
“stay seated” the moon is slow tonight
That subtle mew demanding it is time
For I must hunt beneath the grey of moon
Sunrise reveals the trophy at the door
As I slide slyly through your legs
To sleep as darkness haunts my dreams
In spring we come out to see life,
out from our long cold winter's nap.
Bears are so loving not wildlife.
Love can be grand.
I am your big fun bear asap,
you are my fury playful wife,
I love to see you in gift-wrap.
Tonight we need some fun nightlife,
eating fish not from a flytrap,
using my big claws not a knife,
Love can be grand.
It feels like I've been running for hours.
Running from my past.
Running from 'it'.
That name.
When it crawls into my ears, a shiver runs up my spine.
I claw desperately at my skin, begging for some sort of solace.
All that's left is blood
smeared across my legs.
My scabs itch with the longing to peel them off again.
And again.
And again.
Again and again.
But I'll never be satisfied.
You think you'll see his shadow
You think you'll be able to hear
Instead he'll kill you silently
There's no need to leave presents this year.
He loves the taste of flesh and blood
He craves it more and more
He likes to collect the little children
To eat on Christmas morn'
So just remember this year
When your eating on Christmas day
Santa will be feasting
The children no longer play.
Form:
Many people think depression is just long term sadness.
"It's just a phase that will be over soon"
They don't know how actions affect people
Anxiety and Depression are a deadly combination.
A deadly concoction of fear that feeds into sadness
Diminishing all hope.
The Anxiety claws at your throat, The Depression brings tears.
So please, for gods sake don't ask someone who is clearly depressed to just "Be happy"
(Based off an Emily Dickenson poem)
"Hatred" is the thing with claws-
that slices through us all-
And leaves a wound without it healed-
And captured for- its thrall-
And torn- by its embrace- with pride
And infects what it leaves behind-
That love could be its mend
that keeps our hearts enshrined-
I've seen it rip and tear lives-
And play with them like prey-
Yet, never, in experience
it suppresses love with- its pain.
Eye of the tiger
Eye of the wolf
I see shadows
Through fog and smoke
Whispers of dark
Whispers of light
Will anything be alright?
Only darkness captures me
Stars to guide me
As I plea
Can someone see me?
Invisible to all
I'm not a know it all
Only the eyes of the predators hunt me down
Their words like claws
Only to leave scars in my head
No way to get away
Only able to pray
Is there anything I could say?
A cold dawn creeps, pale and dead,
I swing from a tree filled with dread.
I rise so fast, I chase the scream,
Lost in a grim and fierce dream.
The wind claws at my hair fast,
I grip the ropes, I gasp at the blast.
Up high I shoot, to pierce the sky,
Where black crows screech, then fly.
The sun sinks down, a red streak bleeds,
Night hunts the yard with dark deeds.
White stars flash out like sharp sparks,
I hide in bed and brave the dark.
Our dog, named Lucy, though she’s sweet,
How sharp can be that doggy’s claws.
A bite from her would be no treat.
I hope to never feel her jaws.
How sharp can be that doggy’s claws.
The other day by accident
she scratched my face (no harm was meant).
A bite from her would be no treat.
The scratch she left me on my face
is bad enough! It left its trace.
I hope to never feel her jaws.
That sure would hurt. For now, this scratch
with make-up I will need to patch.