Poetry Blogs (2020, cats)
You know that song by John Lennon whatver gets you thru the night well this small story tells of a good little creature that helps me get through these almost apocalyptic days and nights.
I'll never forget the day I got mi cat, they let her out the little carry box and she walked on my coffee table, then she wondered off so casual like an estate agent checking out my flat. Into every roo...
Wednesday 16th September 2020 9:47 am
Calico cats are an epitome of beauty
A creole of colors and an unruly hooligan
Yet the world still thinks this is horribly gorgeous
Praised on paper but never in person
The world says it loves black cats, but believes in myths and curses
The biggest cats are only seen as claws and fur
Yet the women who can afford this apparel ignore the lost and feral
Common colors of house ca...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 4:10 am
I hate felines, I hate cats
They’re nasty, malicious little prats
They always land on their feet
They may look fluffy, cute and sweet
But they’ve needles for teeth and razors for claws
That they conceal inside their paws.
I hate their mewl, I hate their wail.
The cocky way they flick their tail.
The way they hiss, and arch their back
Before launching into a vicious ...
Tuesday 12th March 2019 8:40 am
In a flap
What’s his name?
We call him ‘Noisy cat’
Not so hard to believe
I only meant to feed him once
Now he never leaves
Meaow! Meaow! Meaow! Meaow!
Scrapping at the door
My don’t you use the cat flap
That’s what it’s in there for
We used to have a cat
Kirby was her name
Then one day
She went and died
That really was a sham...
Sunday 13th January 2019 1:03 pm
When Tibbles had Nibbles
There once was a mouse
We had in our house
Came over the fence
And I use the past tense
For I have a cat
Who’s getting quite fat
Less crotchet, more minim.
But still has it in him…
He pussy foots around
Look what I found!
Fluff on his claws
Spaghetti in his jaws,
His fluffed ...
Saturday 12th May 2018 4:07 pm
Its Jennifer's birthday,
Break out the champagne
Put up balloons and coloured paper chains
The child is on top of the world
so it seems
That was until Arthur,
Shattered her dreams
For those in the dark
At this moment in time
Let me introduce Arthur
On nasty feline
A moggy with menace
A cat with conviction
He'd scratch on the chairs
And leave hair...
Tuesday 12th September 2017 4:29 pm
When Merle died it was a sorry affair.
After hating us all her life
she wanted to be close with us in the end.
Lol, who had always seen the good in her
brought her back to life briefly on the last day,
which had shown how much he meant to her I suppose.
But cats are only meant to last a certain amount of time-
less than what should be a life time,
more than some marr...
Wednesday 3rd August 2016 11:31 am
Day Twenty Eight
The prompt at NaPoWriMo today was to write a poem
that tells a story backwards, therefore, the first line should
say what happened last.
Finally she pulled the trigger and walked away
She hated them all with a vengeance
The alley cats that rooted through trash cans like bin dogs
The fat cats ...
Thursday 28th April 2016 11:30 pm
Little men with little hats,
running with the bats.
over the hedge and under the fence,
dodging frustrated cats.
people call us gnomes. but thats not who we are...
were pixies born from guilded stars.
hearing mother nature call when all the leaves begin to fall.
sprinkling diamonds in woven webs on frosty mornings
when all thats green slumbers in its bed...
Thursday 15th October 2015 4:39 pm
In Dalston, London, where we lived for a spell,
we saw many stray cats & some were unwell.
From having just one cat of our own at the start,
we soon had 3 living with us but soon one had to part.
Poor Tommy had been our first and always on the hop,
but from the fits he was having that the vet could not stop
it soon became clear he was in danger so the time came
when we wa...
Friday 7th November 2014 11:34 pm
Everything seemed in order, I suppose, to die
It was a warm enough day;
The sun shone and birds sung
Even though birds would cause a feline heart to race
I’ve had my fill of life
Of tit bits and cosy sleeps, sometimes in next doors shed
And I’ve had my chases and midnight hunts
And I’ve always remember...
Sunday 29th September 2013 9:20 am
The King of the garden is dead
And now the vultures come
For once before they would fear to tread
But not now, now the King is dead.
The King was a battered mongrel dog
Who kept his enemies at bay
And no cat would dare to enter his domain
Whatever the time of day
The cats roam fearless now
And in the midday sun can quietly lie
Or dance and pla...
Sunday 17th March 2013 1:37 pm
He loves me
in a modern way. He texts me
almost every day. He posts his thoughts
on facebook pages and finds
my crazy cats outrageous. I think
there is a lot we share; Music, films,
the open air. Maybe he'll make
my life complete. I wonder
if we'll ever meet?
Thursday 1st November 2012 7:11 pm
It seems as though our visitors may have returned, or at least their feline portent
I saw a black cat
when a black cat
wasn’t ever there
I saw this black cat
who was comfortably sat
beneath my very chair
but that black cat
was not so sat,
because it wasn’t there
and I saw that cat
when it glared right back at
my own quizzical stare
though while I looked at
that same ...
Monday 20th August 2012 12:11 am
A whisker on the window sill
Means feline’s been around.
She didn’t leave her pawprints,
She never made a sound.
But I know that she’s been there,
The evidence there still:
A little, wispy filament
Upon the window sill.
Sunday 29th April 2012 1:00 am
Today Bella died
And yes, both of us cried
‘Though we know so much is sadder than that.
Still she was a good friend,
Dignified ‘til the end
And now, we‘re gonna miss that cat.
She’d warmed both our feet
Would be waiting to greet
And before you could lay down your hat,
You’d hear that great purr
Feel the rub of her fur,
Oh how we’re gonna m...
Thursday 19th April 2012 12:22 pm
Pass me the toys I'll play with you
lets load the riffle let the bullet go loose!
Who's gonna shoot the balloons in the tree?
Who's gonna pull the knives out of me?
Your little sister now owns your touch
cook for the robots 'cause they fought for us
we'll never let the kite go fly free
we never ever will let you leave
So you've really got it going
Saturday 12th November 2011 8:14 pm
My two humans
Have long firm noses
Lie long together
In the frosty waking night.
They lie in warm places
Closing me out.
Coiled on a warm lap
Under constant hand-caring.
By the hot hearth.
In the bed
Between my two ...
Saturday 20th November 2010 1:40 pm