Short Paws Poems
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You Should See the Paws Christmas Haiku
You should see the paws
Which were worn by Santa Claus
Fulfilled our each cause.
Jim Horn
Amazing new colors we saw in the sky.
The NATO in panic - perhaps Russian spies.
In Silo cat jumped on keyboard with grace.
It luckily launched all the Nukes into Space ;-D
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.
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
with bitsy paws and tiny snout,
just watch this puppy romp about
and bring such joy to children's eyes
that you will think she's giant-size
January 31, 2023
Bite Size No. 60 Poetry Contest
Line Gauthier, Sponsor
SPRINGY PAWS JUMPY KITTY- - A Tanka Poem
I love my kitten
He's jumpy and exciting.
He has springy paws
And two gentle eyes as well
When he purrs I feel happy
6/31/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
A bear and a hare
making pooh, bear says, "does pooh
stick to you?" hare says,
"It does not stick to me." So
the bear grabs the hare~~and wipes.
Date: 06/06/2019
My little bear
Wore a dress
Nothing more
Never less
I had no shoes
Nor little bows
But my bear would smile
That's all she knows
And we would play
A simple game
Childhood worlds
Without a name
My mom would find
My room a mess
Nothing more
Never less...
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Kitten pauses over fishbowl because,
it can't stand wetting its dry and clean paws.
So the goldfish are safe, free from the jaws.
And don't they know it, as they flap applause,
When they nonchalantly swim with no cause
For fear of cat, which obeys nature's laws.
At dusky dawn
a scamper of paws
resounds on parquet
and marbled halls.
The Obermeier tinkles
ancient ivory vibrates
in a concerto
of feline chords.
Soprano meows contend
with the garden quartet
of iridescent birds
rapt joyously
in kingly melodies.
Little puss puss
on my knee
surveys the world
in window light.
She dreams of mice
glad rainbow birds
fragrant feasts
with milk to lap.
Her gracious love
forms a womb
where I bask
to cushion cares.
The silent meows
and paddy paws
loose tangleweed
of man speak.
Soft padded paws stalk
Golden eyes glow with knowledge
Fade into darkness
Darkness eternal
Does light exist anymore?
Starving corpses wail
Hungry light feeding
Patterns appear in shadows
Soon the world is whole
A great hole appears
Cycles repeating
Fade and back again
My dogs talk to me,
Every day,
I have to listen carefully to what they say.
My dogs talk to me,
Every afternoon,
Tell me when to start to play.
My dogs talk to me,
Every evening and night,
Tell me when it's time to sleep.
My dogs talk to me,
And say good night.
Alley cat sitting
On a fence post, in the dark;
Movement in shadow,
Catches his marbled, green eyes;
One leap and dinner is served.
Such a feast will last
Him and his friends, a whole day;
Opossum will fight;
But, alley cat’s determined
One leap and cat is the meal!
Squirrel’s friendly kisses,
Squirrel’s loving squeeze.
Squirrel’s touch just misses.
Squirrel, if you please!
We are playing surprise?
Squirrel’s paws on my eyes.
I am supposed to guess?
Up in this squirrel nest?
Squirrel of my dream,
You are making me beam.
You are a shining star,
I know which one you are.
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!
Chief Runs with Paws was on the prowl.
His trip through the alley ended in a growl.
His war paints showed us he was at the ready.
He held the rat’s gaze, full on and steady.
Chief Runs with Paws gave the beast a chase.
He scooped him up and tore his head off with haste.
His tomahawk was not even used one bit.
The rat’s cousins and sisters pitched a royal fit.
this storm of paws
on gangled limbs,
lead questing noses
above counter rims,
a whine, a bark
or playful yips,
those rough house days
of tumbled flips,
a world so new
so wonder wide,
eager running leaps
to nature's call abide,
now at dusk these settled storms
slept as dark falls like the dew,
a twitch, a snore, a growling dream
anxious yet for morning new.
Place your hand upon my coat,
Watch me shiver so,
Pure ecstasy with you I feel,
Through my eyes I touch your soul.
For ill be there at your waking,
My tail, wagging to and fro.
In the evening bring you comfort,
When the days, stress has took its toll.
Can there be a friend so loyal,
Who will be there when you call?
In this ever changing world,
Some things never change at all.
Brendon earns his bread and butter
as an artist at Anna's -
Anna's Beauty Salon.
He places the smock across my shoulders
as if it were a feathered gown;
I feel resplendent already.
Removing the pencil from my messy bun,
he unfastens my hair with
hungry hands.
His fingers dance with intrigue like the
balloons bobbing on the mirror..
He is the cat and I am his cream.
She used to be fast
and bouncy,
but after two strokes
her head began to tilt
on the rolling deck
of her body.
Through bleary eyes,
she saw off
starlings and cats,
toppling into them
with her
John Wayne walk.
When called
She would wobble sideways
tracking the sound,
then lurch forward,
tongue lolling;
a wide grin of recognition
plastered over
her fuzzy brain.
Monogramed towels
Satelite entwined cable
Cell phones with irky tunes
I want your bad romance too
But answer your phone instead
Perfume sweat salty limbs
Taste good etched with sin
So come over my baby
Cum play with me
Lets hang out until our neighbors
Witness our noises to distinction of place
Come over to my place
Lets lust until the sun drenches us
Just like the peak of our pleasure
She used to be fast
and bouncy,
but after two strokes
her head began to tilt
on the rolling deck
of her body.
Through bleary eyes,
she saw off
starlings and cats,
toppling into them
with her comic
John Wayne walk.
When called
She would wobble sideways
tracking the sound,
then lurch forward,
tongue lolling;
a wide grin of recognition
plastered over her fuzzy face
and brain.
Paws for thought
Broken in pieces strewed across the floor
Each piece a memory of what has been before
I look through the window as it is now raining and beginning to pour
I look into the garden as I have done many times to see and adore
All things are broken but the sunshine still comes through the door
I will remember the times we had forever like the first time you sat on me and held your little paw.