Spayed Poems | Examples

The Hospital Cat

The surgeon
had successfully removed his libido
and fed it to the hospital cat.

Corridors became whispering tubes
for I.V. drip pushing wanderers,
their pale bottoms peering out
like beluga whales through the cracks
of gaping gowns.

He dreamed often,
the drugs swiped his mind,
he was a screen, that with flickering ease
erased and replaced his life
with crazily narrated electric poetry,
a hypersonic buzz
that pretzelled his thoughts.

A nurse appeared to him between
the sensual waves that spayed across
his surgically mauled mortality.

She was erotically enhanced,
her trance-dance of sexuality
poured into his flaccid organs
like a shot of ice-cold Taquilla.

Once she spoke to him - just once.
Her words were umber honey
between his parted lips.

He struggled to understand.

Clarity came upon him -
"You're my libido."

He had forgotten about the cat!

She purred softly
as she adjusted his pillows.

Wailing for her Demon Lover

I used to just paint and not worry about my dogs
Who were running crazily up and down our road
Because I thought it was a slow country lane
I had no idea until one of them dug under the neighbor’s fence
That this road is used by approximately nineteen trucks an hour.
Where are they going? This road leads to two dead ends.
I have no idea, but now that I know, my work is just beginning.
I have to figure out how to keep my dogs in a pen.
Two dogs who have been running loose all of their lives.
This has been a really difficult week for me.
Today it rained, and I thought maybe things would get worse.
They are about the same. How to keep them in?
It would help if the neighbors had spayed their female dog
She is over there wailing for her demon lover, and my dogs want to help.

Always Home

 Across the tossing tumult of reality
my brain gasps for truth, for freedom.
This inconvenient leprosy of mind,
whose scarred visage must be quelled.

My own reflection has no scars,
yet, all about are those that insist that ...

AH! What a perfect sunrise!

no secret concoction, no peering prying eyes
-hidden yawns or dulcet tones or pseudo smiles,
suggesting - DEMANDING I ...no, this day
I will go to where only God knows where I am.

I will dance with the forgotten frantic weeds
- spayed and sprayed, dandelions of disdain
             live here unfettered

This house, neglected, forgotten in
a field of imperfection to those
who can not see what is perfect, is Heaven to me!

Apples with scarred blemished skins
beg to be loved - excused for
their imperfections shall
be my nourishment.

The passing of each day - 
my romantic vision transformed,
my own pace, my own space, where
freedom hugs me, warms me, feeds me
and loves me
-sleep dear child, you are free. 

I am found, but then, God always knew
...where I was.

Mare Haiku by Horn

Go to Rhyme Zone to find words which rhyme.

Here Is My Mare Horn Haiku

Gilding is a Neutered Male
Yearling and Colt and Philly
Mustang Male or Female
Thoroughbred 16 Hands High
Wither
Pinto
Appaloosa
Feral Horse
Quarter Horse
Hobbled
Spayed mare
Pony
Shetland
Chincoteague
Assateague
 

called spayed horse a spade
was leader in long parade
off course may have strayed

words that rhyme with mare
a  tall horse who has long hair
would won race by hair

call spayed horse a spade
by God each horse was made
around with we have played

when a horse did ride
countryside we would abide
Trump we had to hide

Spayed

"spayed"


liking
licking 

that cat
will no

longer be
coughing 

up
hair

balls

Old Moon Face

That illuminated dust ball,
dough faced;
a pie with no filling.
and it seems to have the scent
of a long dead romance.

On the porch my spayed 
lays her head in my lap
ignoring the weak wolf calls
of an addled moon
and its piss-poor love songs.

Bitter Nectar

Knock the door of conscience
Open the closed mouth of pen
Write a note on the page of sky
Read the hidden line of book tie

Friends are many, hither to thither
The winter winds are slowly drear
Brighten smile of the sun is too far
Who knows that the moon is not fair

Ideality is spayed tips in golden gen
Fear is a trend of elated ignorance
Scythe of time spends the lofty sigh
Wicked try to absorb with money pie

Money is not conscience but a trapper
Allow all scent but don’t with high gear


©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
20/11/2022

Weasel

There lives a puppy named Weasel
She's almost big as a diesel
Artists paint her on their easel
She can be found digging up bones

Her heart is as wild as a deer
She's amazing - she's without fear
Her hair grows in spite of the shear
She eats so she may get gallstones

Her mind is stirred up by the cats
At night, she'll chase after the bats
I once caught her chasing the rats
She is spayed but still has hormones

Her time is spent near the river
Sometimes, she eats things like liver
Her soul is kind - she's a giver
On the web, she uses our phones

Her joy is found in hues of pink
She'll pick that one without a blink
If you pet her, she'll give a stink
Living with her gives me love tones

Her light falls soft on any heart
She's lovable, warm and so smart
Yet, she may smile, look up and fart
When she visits vets she gets cones

Her life has been one filled with hope
Mind, soul and spirit, she can cope
She is happy - won't ever mope
I promise, my heart, Weasel owns




Tall Tales 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser
April 6, 2022

Kiss Me At Midlight

Kiss Me At Midnight
David J Walker

Ring out the old 
Spill into the streets and strain to see
The new year rise with the commemorative sun 
In your eyes

See if your name is listed 
in the everyday agenda
of the new year

It’s next year somewhere said
The News-man with the spayed hair 
on the 
75-inch Video Screen  

Do me a Party Favor and 
Kiss me at Midnight 
		Hold me tight and 
Make me love you more 
in that brand new moment 
		the annual renewal of an original event
They have paper hats now for everything

Tell me you believe everything will be better 
With a new calendar 
Tell me you can foresee the coming weeks 
Of better days without end
How quickly may we dismiss and forget 
The past year 
Will you be my reminder not to
Remember 
Will you consent to be my kinder  
Gentler future

Munchkin

She was a ball of fluff, and I was allergic
made no difference
for she was alone, helpless,
and I was immediately in love

My daughter had been begging; she was thirteen
We did not agree on everything, but we agreed on this
She was named Munchkin, tiny little kitty cat 
We forgot to get her spayed

This was the only time I did not think to spay a pet
She had six babies; there were darling – three blonde, three striped
We had to find them homes
I was reluctant to let them go
I had fallen in love with them too

She had been a wonderful mommy,
But seemed okay with them being gone
after a week or two of meowing
I have never felt so guilty in my life
She was the last pet I forgot to spay.

Cremation

Cremation
A man was running to the tobacconist,
Bought a packet and hastily opened it took out a cigarette
Lit it and inhaled deeply.
Then his head moved backwards, and he fell and died.
They covered him on a plastic sheet but the cigarette
Was still burning, the layer took fire, cremation.
The fire spread a house was burning the fire engine came
Spayed water and the ashes of the smoker disappeared
Down a drain.
They opened the drain found some black stuff and a shoe
That might have belonged to the cremated, well it
Was something, enough for burial, and what nowadays
Is called closure.
The tobacconist took this as a sign from Good only
Sell the angel’s dust.

I Had 3 Favorite Pets Both of Which Were Dogs-Ruff

I HAD 3 FAVORITE PETS BOTH OF WHICH WERE DOGS-Ruff

When I was a teen;
I had a mixed breed;
A female dog-named Lady;
She was kind of shady;
Believe me, she was No! Lady;
Cause, she mated with everybody;
Guess we should have gotten her spayed;
Cause she just kept on have babies/litters after litters

When I was grown…
Ah! And then later on,
I’ve gotten 2 pure-bread Chow-Chows;
You know the ones wit the curly-tails and purple tongues;
A brother and sister pups, and Oh! guess what;
When they got older they listen only to Christian music;
And when a car went by outside with boom-pity-boom-pity rap music
Boom-boom-boom-boom they’d bark, cry and holler ruff, 

What’s the matter?
This rap music bothered my Chow’s Jay-Jay and Jaraya


10/4/19


Write A Rhyme About Your Favorite Pet, Living Or Not Poetry Contest
Rhyme poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Regina Riddle
A Verse about Three Dogs…


Pronounced...
Carshra--- Kar Shear a
Jaraya--- Ja Ray a

Afraid of Panty Raids

There once was a cat, a pretty young maid
Who was deathly afraid of panty raids --
   She had a breathing lapse
   Then completely collapsed --
The cat coroner found out she'd been spayed

Doggerel Romance

Give me love that I've worked for, no more, but no less,
For no man is deserving, I freely confess!
I don't need understanding, that complicates things,
And seeds fool expectations out home on the range.

Truth is not what I need from you, meals help, of course,
Learned to hitch my ass, long ago, well before horse.
If your funny bone's struck that I hope for a dance,
Girl, with funds in my pocket, a corpse has more chance

To gain weight in the ground. Would it help to behave
Or do you prefer naughty boys? Maybe a slave?
I've more wrinkles than you'll ever see in a pool.
I've done time as Court Jester, but pass on its fool!

I do sweat fierce when heated up, shiver alone,
Known to whip up some poetic times on the phone
When you'd think I might not! Tend to think best on 'pot,'
But investments I make there don't get out a lot!

Heard your friend call you Mable, well my name is Jake
If my poem is fable, these looks girl ain't fake.
I'm as real as it gets, don't get votes from no tweets,
Spayed by multiple vets, still got spin in these sheets!


Brian Johnston
4th of June, 2019

A Personal Attack

Now if I shoot at you with live ammo that's personal,
Words just don't hack it, most thoughts too bizarre
To attribute to anything short of dementia,
With colors that dribble, fake tears! Spayed guitar!

Sounds so high strung with guts, from such different cats,
Tones all bounce off life’s rails more like temper’s distemper.
What cue ball can't sink are your colors to choose,
But consider largesse to be caveat emptor.

The precision you see here's designed to confuse you,
For order is something most men can't abide,
But the devil take foremost, ‘who’s first,’ most deserving
A cinch that there's nothing to trump – more than pride!


Long Tooth
June 2nd in 2019

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