"ailurophile" poems
The corpse lied untouched,
In the crepuscular light,
her shadow enkindled.
Her kins stood panic-stricken.
Her fidelity was being questioned.
It was time now for the sun to set.
The birds were finding there way.
Migrating
Also,suffering.
And the darkness was about descend like everyday
The shadows seemed to be taking over the grimaced faces
But she however,
Was trying to resurrect her soul.
This was the epitome of her infatuation.
But she had always been an Ailurophile,
Always.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 7:24 AM UTC
There’s this lady down my street
Who makes me kind of sad to see
Her house is smells kind of vile
She’s an ailurophile
She’s got about ninety of them
She started hoarding since the day when
Her husband died, long ago
And to her, that was quite a blow
So she started hoarding little friends
Who love her to no end
She takes care of them all so well
Something everyone can tell
The little old lady down my street
Is actually very, very sweet
With her pets and her home she feel safe and cozy
This nice old lady is quite fogey
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
I used to be a writer once
Now I stare at blank pages
Cursing my insanity
Looking for my muse she's lost
Roaming about the streets in mismatched socks.
I used to be a dreamer once
Before the accident turned me blind
Now I see blurred visions
Of the demons in my head
Now I sleep at night, I sleep throughout the year.
I used to be an ailurophile
Before curiosity killed the cat
Trips of imagination were games that we played
Before it crossed the path of a million souls
They stopped, dreaming, talking, living.
I used to be human
Before I lost faith in mankind
I was drunk and so the mishap occurred
I killed my cat
I stopped writing was why I couldn't write.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
Like a chatoyants
So pretty to look at
A colmely and dulcet
A individual you doesn't want to upset
Gives you a felicity
A glamourous beauty
Halcyon person
Is like a lagniappe
To give
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC
You Furtive grace entices me
Pulling me into your emerald eyes
Jumping from place to place
Enticing deep serenity
Your lithe body allowing you to do things no other could
Purring at my slightest touch
You're a species of grace and ferocity
Of spontaneity and serenity
Your movements toward me mellifluous
Gazing into my soul
You capture my heart
A myriad of emotions flow off you
But you're just an effervescent cat
An old friend of mine
A God/Goddess in Egypt
Worshiped and loved
Your curiosity sometimes getting the best of you
But forever you'll take a place in my heart
Gaining my unwavering love
For I am an ailurophile
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 7:59 AM UTC
angels glimpse
spryness
of mirthful eyes
and volcanic cheeks
as puffy snowballs leap
about
chatoyant eyes glide
side to side
halcyon hands stroke
chalkboard hue
erasing frenetic world
prowling paws stir
snippets of serenity
beautiful dreams
shyness sheltered
in nuzzled fur
~ sadness scurries ~
purr of laconic
loneliness of
an only child
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 11:17 PM UTC