Prowling his lawns with flawed paws
Chris Neilson

They refuse to conform to feline laws
Prowling his lawns with flawed paws
Fouling his garden their sickening cause
Howling in desperation he clutches at straws

24 bottles of water are scattered
Neighbours whisper, "his head's battered"
Pussycats crapping 'til his nerves are shattered
His life in tatters, nothing else mattered

I wrote this last year when half my neighbourhood's cats decided my lawns would make a great toilet. I've solved the problem now but for a while last summer it took over my life!  I know, I need to get a life :)

come mu-khee mu-khee!
where is the walnut?
squirrel's paw - my palm.

Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
Full of scars and paws
Thomas A Robinson
Thomas A Robinson
May 27, 2015

Ah , those waterfront alley cats
Full of scars and paws
Fip Flip Flip , go the blades
Around the Heart's hub
As transon's go , they do
Take a beating in the ruff
And your spinnaker flurls
To the magic winds of
The long lost voice of midnight
No need to tack
All is "Flying"
And the Sphinx
Is smiling in silence

#kiss   #not   #and   #flying   #scars   #sailing   #paws  
Evolutions
Evolutions
Jul 12, 2015

Particularly towards a distant echo
One I hope may reverberate these bones yet
May not be for ages
Life's heartsong is thick kudzu vines furry and soft and little creepy tendrils that can break down walls and smother everything in fuzzy warm green love
That's what the left paw is holding in palm
Courage-bound
For happy comes in three - two to love and one two challenge that fever with rampant fire
Words to start a cross-world touch
Face like furry red flame and I'm sure you aren't cold
Take me by surprise and I'll feed you to my sunrise
Love

<3
#love   #kiss   #whisper   #ginger   #paws  
Four white paws trot about
Devin Ortiz

In the early morning
Before the sun overwhelms her
Four white paws trot about
Methodically traversing the grass

Each standing a pillar of stubbornness
Walking up her soft brown fur
Curling into her cunning smile
Eyes investigating my next move

Three years and some time
And ornery pup eager to love
Found herself alone in suburbia
Crossing my path to reward us both

She is known by many names
And perhaps she fancies quite a few
I call after her, she answers
That devilish grin, her ecstacy

By no means do I own her
She sings freedom in her walk
Just blessed to share the time
Of an old soul in a young heart

#friends   #life   #souls   #bonds   #dogs   #paw  
Otis
Otis
Oct 10, 2012

Torture me in tortuga
bruises and bumps and contusions
twist up my arms and burn em off
twist them up go head burn em

take me to the chamber
lock me up ill never blame ya
turn me in to the law it is not your fault
turn me in its not cho fault

torch down my cacti
i will and stab your cats eye
rip off your necks lucky monkey paw
i will rip off your monkeys paw

twist em up and burn em
turn me in its not your fault
but if you do
just know through what i will go and do
rip off your monkeys paw
yo monkeys paw
yo monkeys paaaaaaw
yo monkeys
monkeys paw

Up on the rooftops, when eight strong paws
Marieta Maglas
Marieta Maglas
Nov 28, 2014

Refrain:
The legend of our sweet Santa Claus
In December begins
Up on the rooftops, when eight strong paws
Make sounds of reindeers twins.

Santa had another noted name,
He was a simple man
Called Nicholas living for no fame.
He was a Christian.

His parents died, when he was still young,
In a village of Greece.
Thinking of Jesus, his thoughts he strung
To help poor kids in peace.

Refrain:
The legend of our sweet Santa Claus
In December begins
Up on the rooftops, when eight strong paws
Make sounds of reindeers twins.

Under Diocletian he became
A Bishop in mission.
He was imprisoned, and put to shame.
He changed the tradition.

In time, St. Nicholas' life and deeds
Have become a story.
He was a helper of those in needs,
A man in the glory.

Refrain:
The legend of our sweet Santa Claus
In December begins
Up on the rooftops, when eight strong paws
Make sounds of reindeers twins.

Nicholas became Dutch Sinter Klass,
But children changed his name.
The Bishop's red cloak changed with time's glass
In cloths for Santa's fame.

On that day, kids wait for him to come
In spirit of giving,
The Christmas tree looks no longer glum
And it looks like living.

Refrain:
The legend of our sweet Santa Claus
In December begins
Up on the rooftops, when eight strong paws
Make sounds of reindeers twins.

Down the chimney comes Papa Noel
Quite slipping and sliding.
From his sky with reindeers and sleigh bells
Just gnashing and gliding.

Spreading stardust glittering at night
He brings presents for kids,
They pray and sing in the Divine Light.
Then, to sky his sleigh skids.

Refrain:
The legend of our sweet Santa Claus
In December begins
Up on the rooftops, when eight strong paws
Make sounds of reindeers twins.

#peace   #christian   #jesus   #greece   #santa   #claus   #paws   #reindeers   #diocletian  
Terra Marie
Terra Marie
Feb 21, 2014

I saw my grandfather today,
He's been dead seven years.
His smell still lingers,
On his old jacket
that hangs in my mother's closet.
Sometimes, I take it
and breathe him in.

His voice, coarse in his
last few fighting days,
used to ring deeply.
I hear him sometimes,
whispers from the air.

I saw my grandfather today.
He was driving,
The same green Nissan
The one my mother now owns.
He had his favorite blue cap on
It hangs in my room,
one in a sea of many
that adorn my
dead-limbed coat hanger.

I saw him,
Same wide starry-eyed grin.
He used to smile like that
when he was racking
up a game of eight-ball
mischievous twinkle in his eye.
Skilled hands
that knew the game
And never lost.

He was there,
same "old spice and everything nice"
scent.
It reminds me of the summers
days winding into hours
I spent them all in the
cool, fan-whipped air
of his game room.
Our sanctuary.

Maybe you know
your own sorrow
when a loved one goes.
Maybe. You know
how memories feel
now that we are hollow
and alone.

For paws, bright eyes,
Katlyn Orthman
Katlyn Orthman
Sep 2, 2012

I was aware in the strangest way,
For paws, bright eyes,
But no words to say,
Knowledge replaced by instinct,
Tame replaced by wild,
I was a beast,
No longer a child,
But I wasn't afraid,
Just so confused,
If this was dreams joke,
It must be amused,
But this felt so real,
And so natural,
The need to run with my freedom,
Clinched in my bones,
I wanted to feel my feet,
Hit the grass and the stones,
I wanted to thrust my head back,
And let out a roar,
This was freedom,
I could not ignore,

 
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