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Debbie Brindley Jul 2018
In the last 5 month's
Both my cats have
passed away
My mornings now so quite
I miss them both everyday

Romero
(Jan 08=Feb 18)
Such a magnificent cat
always ready for his morning cuddle and chat
Like a ******* panther he did look
Children thought him angry for his purring they miss took
You could lift him with two hands he'd be stiff like a plank
Put him round your neck
he'd hang there all lank
Such a chilled
layed back cat
was he
and he loved to curl up
on your knee
He'd knock on the door
if locked in a room
My poor Romero
dying way to soon

Destiny
(Mar 09=July 18)
This little **** so very pretty
timid at times
and a little bit skitty
Some days you'd not see her  
she'd hide away
But then
she could happily sit on your lap
all day
You'd see her meowing
without making a sound
She loved playing with tissue *****
smacking them around

Afternoons spent with each other
playing hide and seek
there would be chasing
with stealth like pacing

Now beside Romero
forever Destiny shall lay
In our garden under the rose bush
So forever they may play
Missing my cats terribly
Steve Jul 8
I said to a cat
With narrow eyes
Is it wise
To scratch a mat like that
The cat blinked
In fact it winked
But carried on

It was no democrat.
SelinaSharday Feb 2018
As quiet, sleek and sophisticated as they are.
Cats speak volumes
In meow tunes..to the nation of humans.
In the space they consume...
   Cats speaks..uniquely thank you's in cat chat hues..
Colored as  colorful as the rainbows...
loving to hide where nobody knows
Cats walk with confidences,, able to leap high over fences..
Able to hold their own.. able to freely roam..
A cat can cruise in packs..... or walk solo as a matter of fact.
They don't need man to tell them they are royal
you can see this in their stroll.
Deep down in their being.. so noble,, mankind is blessed to behold..

The animal kingdom fashioned purposefully..
Striking divinity blessing mankind usefully.
Needed generously..Well now if your
sharing space with a cat do it graciously.
Being gentle feline Angels..even when naughty enough to scold.
A cat has a unique role...Even with their pampered attitudes..
If your cats is giving you attitude and acting rude.
There's logic behind those actions and moods..
Get yourself on over to cats school and learn cats 101.
Figure out the madness causing this sadness.

Don't be a quitter.. never hit him/her...
Do no harm.. Or heavens bells will ring a alarm.
Know your attending heavenly royalty keep your blessings flowing.
Cats walk and move softly gently with grace...
Your blessed when a cats in your place.
Show them love..don't bring about disgrace.
Proverbs 12:10 A righteous man regards the life of his animal.
By HeavensRosePoet aka selinarose!
pets, animals life lessons..being kind to creatures of all kinds
Ellie Phant Aug 2018
A cat’s purr provokes a precious symbiosis
as cherished old bones rattle
haunches wrapped in warm white velvet
press gently against
my half-broken hummingbird heart
soothing two souls at once
Jolan Lade Mar 2018
Two cats sitting on a bench.
One says to the other, "I dont undrstand humans. They always talk about peace, but never achieve it".
The other replys, "I thought the same, its like they dont undertsand that they keep peace with what kills it".
*Thinking out loud*
Vexren4000 Sep 2018
A stray,
Wandering softly lit streets,
Scavenging for food,
fighting for life,
Cats meowing and jumping trash cans,
Showing off Olympic skill,
For nothing but a meal.
Dogs finding homes,
Or abandoned by owners,
Lost in streets,
Hoping for a scrap of love.
Only to find more garbage.

©BAS
HeWhoExplores Dec 2018
Here you are awaiting my inevitable return from work

With your dough eyed expression, purring static moans

Eager, for another pouch of 'Darcey's Fish Mix'

Unwillingly able to backoff, so I can find some clearance

In order to serve you, my pets; my overbearing bundle of fur

Whom I truly love, forever and always.
cats
poeto Sep 2018
If Life were a Rose
Would it not want a Friend
or would it be Happy writing its own Story
with its thorns for a pen
If cats didnt Dance though
would it mean it had no Sun
nothing to love or lost
a Confusing Sum of rain
If the Rain drowned it out
would the thorns ***** the Thumb
a story of hope lost
of good riddance Pretend
Homunculus Jan 31
The temperature has been in the low single digits since the early morning hours. As I venture outside, everything is gray and lifeless. The brightest and most vibrant objects in this glum portrait of a day are the snowflakes. They dance; they flicker; they undulate, glistening midair in balletic flourishes, descending hesitantly to the ground, and then scattering back into the winds as they land. One of nature's cryptic metaphors? Perhaps, but who's to say? As my eyes take stock of the world around me, I find that I am surrounded on all sides by death and decay. Time has stripped the deciduous trees of their once vibrant autumn leaves, which have long since abandoned the branches to be raked up and wither into mulch. Juxtaposed against these, every block or so, are the evergreens, which seem at once to mock proudly their barren counterparts, and also to weep quietly in sullen isolation. The sod has become a hazy yellow which resembles straw, brittle in texture, and browning toward the roots. Within this morbid scenery, I understand that in only a few hours, I could just as easily succumb to the forces of nature which brought it about and become but another mere instance of it. A true illustration of the philosophical doctrine of sublimity. As soon as the sting of the cold makes contact with the skin, the brain kicks into survival mode. “I must escape this.” Nothing could possibly be more important. The leisure with which the homeward journey is usually pursued is completely abandoned. Only urgency remains:

        GET IN CAR
MAKE ROUNDS
STOP AT SIGN
“YOU'RE STOPPING, TOO?
        “TOO BAD; TOO SLOW;
        “TOO. *******. COLD.
        “I. GO. FIRST.

“HEATER'S NOT WORKING??!?!?!”
BANG ON DASHBOARD LIKE CHILD MID-TANTRUM
“HEATER IS WORKING?!?!?!?!”
HANDS IN FRONT OF WARM VENTS
“WINTER'S FORBIDDEN FRUIT!!!!!!!!”
“****, NOW IT'S COLD AGAIN?!?!?!
        “TURN. THE VENTS. OFF.”
“WHY EVEN HAVE A HEATER
        “IF IT ONLY WORKS FOR 30 SEC-”
WHY ARE YOU STOPPING?!?!?!
             THE ******* LIGHT IS
             GREEEEEENNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOOK OVER LEFT SHOULDER
“NOPE, I'LL DIE:
“NOPE, I'LL DIE:
“NOPE, I'LL DIE:
“NOPE... WAIT, THERE'S MY IN!!!!!!
“FINALLY, A STRAIGHTAWAY!!!!!!”

“THE SNOW'S NOT STICKING,
I CAN GO FASTER THAN THIS. NO COP WOULD DARE PULL ME OVER IN THIS ****...

Well, maybe a sadomasochist on some “sir, please step out of the car” type ****, but I don't see one, anyhow.”

Okay, getting closer now. Can almost feel the loving protection of the stately brick walls, the roaring furnace, the tenacious water heater. Just another mile...
Up the hill- left turn- right turn- pull up- park. “Oh boy, here we go again”
*Rigorously examine pockets and center console to be sure nothing is accidentally left behind

Car door opens
“RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

­       I reach the door, shivering like a frightened Chihuahua, hands palsied with cold as I fumble desperately for my key and struggle in the darkness to find the lock. “Click” GOT IT!!!!!!! I turn the key and push the door, but experience resistance due to the towel placed underneath to prevent the draft from coming in. I heave with all my weight and the door budges as I violently stagger into my humble domicile. I make my way into my room to find my cats sleeping intently on my bed. One of them looks up at me like “What's your deal?” Oh, Dante, if only you knew.
I've been reading a lot of Pynchon lately. I like the sort of stream of consciousness prose he launches into sometimes, and decided to tinker with it in my daily writing practice.
Also...
I imported this from my word processor, and the HP algo ****** the entire original formatting up; so I hope you'll forgive some of the aesthetic deficiencies.
She has jujube-like blood
With demagogic intellect
She is in her life's heyday
And she loves cats

I loved her though she hasn't graduated from her childhood yet
I reproduced her from the fragrant of other women a woman
And I made out of her every virtue a character:
Immodest
Even if she has built out of modesty a fortress for her
Abusive tongued
Even if she has recited virtue out of revelation
Antagonistic
Even if she has slit from love a name for her
With camphoraceous mood
Hiding playfully behind her bare chest

Ah, how much I love her naked!

A **** disciple when I sleep with her
The secrets of life are manifested in her eyes
Religion and world, one and the other are her *******
Science and prescience trickle as warm nectar from her lips
Certainty and doubt evaporate as musk and ambergris from the folds of her armpits
Life and death explode as salt and water washing her from head to toe
Time extends twice around her waist
And place elapses twice on her feet
Heaven and Hell divest into three:
One based in her mouth
Another based in her ******
And one based bellow her stomach; its doors are between her legs

I reproduced her as a reflection of my lusts
But she still loved me without protest

She realized me through my devotional rituals and the physicality of my thoughts
But I didn't realize her
She still hides behind the curtains of her nakedness
Sometimes she arranges her vocabulary with what I don't understand:
"Emotional depth, moral intellect, dialectical logic, realistic sense, feminine narrative"
I remember the details of her vocabulary
But I don't understand her overall expressions
I only master the philosophies of religion and body
And some of Sufism
I couldn't realize her for the ingenuity of her mind
But I got used to her inevitable contradictions
I loved her as a ***** and as a saint
I loved her, so I worshiped her
So I prayed to her
So I thanked her
So I hated her
So I cursed her
So I disbelieved
And then I repented
And so forth my simple thoughts shift
When she realizes the limitations of my expressions
She pities my mental deficiency
So she repeats her naked speech
I couldn't realize her for the naivety of my dreams
I couldn't realize her mature femininity
But I went into a ****** embrace with her
I went into a fatal embrace with her
I went into my final embrace with her
The embrace of home and exile

O Arwa...
Do you hear my voice from behind the curtains?
O Arwa...
Give me back my hand
Give back the rest from me
And hug childhood one more time
O Arwa...
Leave my forearm
I want to be reborn a ****** again
in the crypts of another woman
A woman that doesn't love cats
Deb Jones Dec 2018
A lot of people think
That men are like dogs
And women are like cats
It’s really just the opposite

The cat is aloof
And emotionally unavailable

The Dog
“Where you going”
“Where you going”
“Can I go, can I go”
“WhereyougoingcanIgo”
“Ok, I’m going to wait here”
“Wait, right here. Waiting here”
“Ohhhhhhh...Shoooooes”

The cat
“Oh, YOU’RE home”
Then “Ok,this is what’s going to happen. You are going to feed me. Then I am going to stare at nothing on the TV. Then I am going to pass out in the bathroom sink”

The dog.
We clean up after ourselves.
You ever see a dog *****?
She eats it right back up.
Usually does it in private.
No evidence.

The cat.
You will just puke anywhere
And make a huge scene about it. Evidence?
The hacking Hairball.
Even in the middle
Of having company over
Then the cat “Can you clean that up?
That is so gross. I don’t want to touch it”

Here comes the dog.
“I got it, I got it, I got it”

Another thing women
Have in common with dogs
We need to be groomed.
Shampoo,conditioner.
Blow dry. Fluffy!
And perfumed

The Cat.
Licks a paw,washes his face
Calls it good
“What I’m *****. *****?”
“You calling me *****?”
“For two days I will ignore you.
You will be invisible to me”

The Dog
“What did I do?”
“Do you want my favorite toy?
“Do you want my shoe?”
“Why won’t you look at me?”
“Are you seeing another dog?”
“You are aren’t you?”
“Why won’t you let me smell your ****?”
The premise of men as cats and women as dogs. I heard it somewhere and thought  there might be a little truth about it.
CK Baker Mar 2017
fischers rap
on a hot tin roof
bristol creek pools
over rock and seed
english wolfhound (and the barkbuster)
stroll pine lane
vibrant colors
of a cool spring
in cob yellow and
forest green

field mice squander
in cotton wind
goats and ferret
hold seven hour trim
raven and ****
meddle and forage (on a splendid fiaker goulash!)
crickets and frogs
hidden
in swollen grey logs

creepers fill the
cut stone walls
coy wolf high
on a frayed white rope
eagles perched
at trudy’s bend
catamounts laze
on a snow base cedar
(pared arbutus bent  
through a failed ground rock)

brush spider spins
a timely web
brown bears fumble
at the spirit jamboree
quizzical squirrels
crack their nuts
as pillow clouds float
over telegraph trail

12 point dances
on talus and scree
hen hawks float
in a big hard sun
clydesdale and coach
trot copper smith road
(glancing down
on finch and the warbler
whistling through
colander row)

lavender fills
the peat soil box
mountain cats
guard the heavenly gates
black eyed ridge
is wide and open
the country squire hails
this fruitful land
Knit Personality Oct 2018
"Curiosity kills cats, you say?
Perhaps.  I'm curious every day.
And of my nine lives,
I have left
A single life's breath.
And soon I'll satisfy
My curiosity
About death."

O.O
Tom Spencer Nov 2018
morning rain
spatters the porch

the alley cats
have eaten their fill

and linger
as they rub cheeks

circling
one another

a swirling eddy
of contentment

they drift
closer to my side

but warily
still half wild

in a few minutes
they will slip away

like rain
on a summer day

Tom Spencer © 2018
Pax Wildrake Aug 3
ᶠᶦᶜᵏˡᵉ, ᶠᵃˡᵗᵉʳ
ᴾᵃʷˢ ᵒⁿ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ
ᴳᵃᶻᵉ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ʳᵉˢᵗˡᵉˢˢ ˢᵒᵘˡ
ᵂʰʸ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵈᵉʳ?
ᵂʰʸ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʳᵃᶦᵖˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃⁿᵈ ᵃˢ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵒᵒᵗˢ ᵉˣᵗᵉⁿᵈ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᶦⁿᵍˡᵉ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵉᵉˢ?
ᵂʰʸ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵈʳᵒᵒᵖ ᵃˢ ᶦᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵖᵘˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵒⁿ ᶦᵗ?

ᴸᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᶦʳᵈ,
ᴸᵒˢᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢᶦⁿᵍ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ
ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵗʳᵘᵍᵍˡᵉ ᵃˢ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ᵇᶦⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᶜʰᵃᶦⁿˢ
ʸᵒᵘ ᶠˡᵃᵖ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᶦⁿᵍˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᶠˡʸ ᵃʷᵃʸ,
ᴮᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵃᶦⁿ.

ˢᶦⁿᵍ ᵃ ˢᵒⁿᵍ,
ᵀᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ
ᴵⁿ ᵃ ᶜʰᵒʳᵘˢ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵘᶠᶠˡᵉᵈ ᶜʳᶦᵉˢ,
ᴮᵘʳʸ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵘᶻᶻˡᵉ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᶠᵘʳ
ᵁⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶠᵗ, ˢᵗᵃʳʳʸ, ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ.

ᶠᶦᶜᵏˡᵉ, ᶠᵃˡᵗᵉʳ
ᴾᵃʷˢ ᵒⁿ ʷᵃᵗᵉʳ
ᶠᵃˡˡ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᵃʳᵐˢ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ.
beth stclair Jul 20
Surrounded by peals of
thunder,
Little Cat rides the tree,
Gripping with talons
****** deep in the wood
Lashed by the wind that
blows no good,
Soaked by the rain,
So misunderstood,
Then lightning strikes,
Oh!
Poor Kit-e
'spose she'll make a
change,
From KFC.
written by my husband 17/07/2019 Little Cat is our pet name for our cat- her real name is tabitha.
zebra Jul 2018
like cellophane wraps hard candy
like ink loves to dry
like hot sauce drenches noodles
like sunrise casts shadows
like band-aids sooth cut flesh
like irons crease linens
like origami folds paper
like water floats boats
like a tempest loves a teapot
like syrup and bananas drench waffles
like spoons love soup
like cats love fish
like french fries love ketchup
like wild girls dance
like a crow loves road ****
like eyes love beauty
like a circle loves a square
like buttered buns fit a bikini
like a kissed mouth hungers for wet lips
like moths love a flame
like dogs love *******
and like ******* hug butts

like howling ******* pulse hearts
like vampires love blood and castles
like dark grapes ferment in bubbling cauldrons
like white loves rice
like madness loves a straight jacket
like a ***** loves a ****
and music gets you dancing

like suns fall through cobalt night all smashing diamonds
  
that's
how i love you
love
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