Poetry Blogs (cat)
Charles Bukowski was quite a character. Bukowski relied on experience, emotion, and imagination in his work, using direct language and violence and sexual imagery. Many people found his writing offensive. He writes with a nothing-to-lose truthfulness which makes him different from most writers. Bukowski was very much into alcohol, sex and even violence. Bukowski went to scho...
Saturday 8th December 2018 5:20 am
It is a curse
To have a flying soul
And a cinderblock mind
To feel the call of the sky
But to be afraid of heights
I am Schrödinger's cat
Alive and dead
At the same time
Thursday 27th April 2017 12:59 am
Wearing rubber boots
I open the door
what kind of horror will I face?
Never been to this place
but heard of the legend
A black feline
with her fangs and claws
Got to follow her laws
or swiftly be corrected
She claimed this home
after living a life of abandoment
who was tired of the p...
Friday 23rd December 2016 8:21 pm
I wrote this for my now fiance not long after we first started seeing each other after her love for cats (and her tongue in cheek insistance she was one) inspired me to start writing again, after maybe 5 years of not picking up a pen. I recently proposed to her through a series of short poems taking us on a treasure hunt around Edinburgh looking for J K Rowling inspired landmarks, but that's anot...
Saturday 15th October 2016 12:43 pm
Wake up Midas
it isn't your time.
Those dogs had
no right to take
you from me.
"Wake up baby!"
Please don't leave
I'm the one
that let you outside.
oh please wake up.
Thursday 15th October 2015 12:44 am
You left us on
the last day of Summer.
Today is the
first day of Fall.
My tears are
falling for you.
Good bye my baby,
my LUCKY CAT.
Wednesday 23rd September 2015 10:13 pm
When does it end?
The dog died
the same day as the fridgethe day the kettle element blew the power
shorting out the electrics at 98% of a program
I’d been downloading for several hours
Error followed error
error followed me
thinking it was free
Calls from this number are chargeable
told me to press 2
Friday 31st January 2014 11:41 am
this house is awakening
it yawns and stretches its
aged bones, as last night’s ghosts scurry
home, with the copper blood running
warm through worm pricked floors
I lie,like you, while you lie,
like me, under the nights warm stink
and the claw and the purr
of the cat’s half lidded lazy gaze
as the foundations shake with each
passing race of 18 wheel freight
Saturday 18th May 2013 3:18 pm
By : Ali Taha Alnobani
Wednesday 6th March 2013 7:49 pm
When A Cat Goes Out
He’d patrol the doorway waiting
To make his break
Or he’d scratch around the threshold
As if he could dig himself out
All he knew was out was where
He wanted to be
When the opportunity
Was right he’d bolt
When he went out that last time
Looking for whatever he craved
Then attempted to return
There was no there
Thursday 29th November 2012 7:15 am
In the utter darkness the fine piping of birds begins another dawn.
The insistent cat pushes between my fingers and the open page.
There is a meaning in the poise of my face and pen before the page,
But the cat has no knowledge of it.
She pushes her whole black purring self across my face.
Her paws step softly on the paper.
She thrusts her head against the moving p...
Monday 19th March 2012 9:44 pm
The pussycat remembers back to only yesterday
when she used to run and chase her feline friend.
But that’s just a sad memory now as she sits all alone
and remembers what had once been.
Years of fun and enjoyment ended abruptly
after the car mercilessly killed Tigger.
Now pining little Chocolate Drop
has no friend, only pain.
Tuesday 18th October 2011 11:42 am