Short Fur Poems
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Dedicated to Mooney who is up in cat heaven ~
norwegian fur ball
intelligent and cunning
feline soul sister
AP: 1st place 2025
Why do I like you? I dunno.
Maybe it's the way your bloomers show.
In your Scottish dancing clogs yer
smoother than a seal or frog's fur.
On Tuesday night I had to stay up late
I needed to see who'd win the debate
But I don't want to talk about that
I just want to know who ate my cat
Once when I went to the store
Saw an old cat named Kitty Galore.
She sang and she pranced
And tried hard to dance,
But still remained just an eyesore.
It finally happened, I've lost my mind
Her hairy back was one of a kind
Her mom was standing there
In only her underwear
I poked my eyes out and now I'm blind
Here's a tale of a Rogue Rabbit,
Met a hoodie paschal hermit,
She overcame all her fears,
She munched him, from toes to ears,
Ate the lot, begone, foul furry git!
Cassidy was a curious dog;
One day he walked into a bog,
Coming out, he looked about,
He couldn't see and began to pout;
Because he’s a sludge caked dog!
Fur on my cat
Wish I had it
Imagine that
Fuzzy and soft
Stuck to my skin
Flat and aloft
Warm and cozy
Happiness mine
Snuggling nosy
Licking I wash
Puking I pout
This dream I squash
What a pretty little tabby, a cute ball of fur.
I love it whenever you meow and purr.
As my pet, you are a lovable funny clown.
If you want to remain alive, don’t wander into Chinatown.
Conversion
Leopard, jugular eyed, silent,
did you pause to rest too long?
See how she pulls you about her throat
how lightly you rest upon her shoulders.
Upon what missionary did you feed
that you should be so converted?
We could still hear you purring…
Until a veil between us appears.
We take turns getting close.
But we all understand.
That her body has turned to shards.
So that her soft fur hurts us.
But we hug her anyway.
People fur the sun
Where they could be happy
And hippy and or girly
Be this no stop attitude
Thats positive.
I fur the moon where i can be
My self in the dark.
be the dark live the dark
the one thing that scares
people
of the darkest hour of hell
Form:
Winter Haiku 1-2-3 or 3-2-1
cold
frost, snow
on schedule
days
zero
below temp
shed
blend in
animals
pond
frozen
fish swimming
ice
melting
sunny day
9/21/2018
Poetry Contest: haiku 1-2-3 or 3-2-1
Sponsored by: charles messina
One of many,
You stand in a crowd,
You are unique in your own way.
You look around, your different.
There isn't anyone who is the same.
Everyone is happy, cheerful,
Alone, we make a difference,
Together, we make a difference.
We stand for freedom,
We stand for each other.
Form:
Have you ever seen a sad retriever?
Of their true love, we are the receivers,
How many need to change a light bulb? None,
To them, there is perpetual sun.
Tongues lolling, tails wagging,
Always smiling, never flagging,
Yes, we love our happy fur friend dudes,
With their positive mental attitudes!
Rooting for furry ball of fur
He'll never forget the night the white pussy
fell onto his lap. So soft and playful.
With green cat eyes that followed his fingers.
He tickled her nose, feet, belly. She heated
to his touch, purring louder. She was his.
connie pachecho
non entry to contest
1/5/17
She was old, very old, frail and weak but still beautiful,
I recall holding her as a new born kitten;
so delightful to watch her play and do silly things,
growing up to be so graceful in her movements.
Always a lover of cuddling, purring even at twenty;
I held her until her last breath and then for hours.
Fur Elise I play
For you I come to stay
Up close I prick with gay
Notes of you I lay and pray
Fur Elise I travel far
Poems of you I fill my jar
Up the hill I reach for you
Down the hill I search for you
Fur Elise I sing to you
Under the tree I long for you
Wherever I go I carry you
Above the sky I dream of you...
Here I am, a fur detective,
What is a pet's perspective?
Fur friends make us happy, you see,
Have to return their love, ask me,
What would your pet say to thee?
Thanks for cuddles, good company,
Thanks for meals and comfy bed,
Thanks for snacks, enough said!
Message from this fur detective,
Turn your eyes to the pet's perspective!
September 27th
You died today
Your life just slipped away
Maybe souls exist and I’ll see you again
Pretty lies we tell ourselves but it’s all pretend
My tethers to this world are growing thin
I often wonder why the say suicides a sin
The world with out you has grown a little grim
I know I need time to grieve
But it’s hard when there’s no time to breath
Dark music floods my chamber
Like a slowly rising tide
That laps against the silence
Where my fondest dreams reside.
Dark music bathes the morning
With its languid, liquid tune,
Conundrum-like concerto,
Every note a cryptic rune.
Dark music wakes me gently
From the warm embrace of sleep
And sings to me of treasures
I can have, but never keep.
Whiskers tickle my face
Brilliant orbs gaze up at me
Reflection of my soul
Purity fluffed in fur
Love melody purred
Innocent creature
Compassion of this companion
My love for it as if my child
Its bliss reciprocated
Cuddled in bed
Sprawled upon my lap
My little shadow
My light in the dark
Comfort in the cold
Orange, furry, and fat
I truly love this cat
Of all the animals I could be,
which one would fill me with glee?
No fur here with a flea,
maybe smooth skin is the key.
I would love to see,
the great big blue sea.
Cool pretty water I would love to feel,
it makes me want to real.
With friends I can play and squeal,
as a fish we will steal.
I feel like a big wheel,
even through I am just a cute little seal.
Like a little fur in my Mexican cocoa said my old grandma
She is not kidding yelled out my ornery Grandpa Pa.
Saw a furry creature sitting in her cocoa cup.
He did not care at all, did not even try to sit up
You want a creature swimming in your food?
Sure do said granny. He puts me in a great mood.
She is crazy! Yelled grandpa, whose name is Joe P. Finn.
And we always thought he was the strange one until then.
Soft brown eyes,
Silky black fur,
Large white bandage
Fear in her
Strange cold place
Cries of pain.
Confusion deep
Needle in vein.
Strong new scents
New people roam.
Warm soft towels
It’s not home.
Brain on alert
Nose sniffs hand.
Help is here
Can she stand?
Slow first walk
How will she cope.
Finding her balance
There is hope.
She stands unsteady
Improves by degree.
She will survive
The latest amputee.