"catus" poems - Hello Poetry

I a m hungry, therefore I am - Garfield IN prayer he will never utter it waits for the rain of milk, a heavy rain, because of him the cat with thirsty tongue, see with its own eye, when mother was disappear. In prayer he never dared to ask it wants a fishy fish neck, the smell of a fisherman, no care about salt salinity, or its own sweat. In prayers he will never say it expected the lap, the fire on that stove warm, and maybe also sear.

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Aug 11, 2017

Aug 11, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC

jurubaca

Felis Catus

I a m hungry, therefore I am - Garfield IN prayer he will never utter it waits for the rain of milk, a heavy rain, because of him the cat with thirsty tongue, see with its own eye, when mother was disappear. In prayer he never dared to ask it wants a fishy fish neck, the smell of a fisherman, no care about salt salinity, or its own sweat. In prayers he will never say it expected the lap, the fire on that stove warm, and maybe also sear.

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I'm feline in my approach slender-sleek and silent footsteps like ghosts on stairwells and whispers in your ears. I have nine lives and I've wasted them all stalking you through concrete jungles and labyrinthian words and feelings.

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Sep 23, 2012

Sep 23, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC

charles-barnett

Felis catus

I'm feline in my approach slender-sleek and silent footsteps like ghosts on stairwells and whispers in your ears. I have nine lives and I've wasted them all stalking you through concrete jungles and labyrinthian words and feelings.

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Felis catus is your taxonomic nomenclature, An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature; Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses. I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations, A singular development of cat communications That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection. A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents; You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance. And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion, It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion. O Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array. And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend, I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend. -Data

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Jul 9, 2014

Jul 9, 2014 at 8:02 AM UTC

wesley-williams

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Felis catus is your taxonomic nomenclature, An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature; Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses. I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations, A singular development of cat communications That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection. A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents; You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance. And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion, It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion. O Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array. And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend, I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend. -Data

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ATARAXIA Felis Catus blinks "The Tories think ( I didn't know they could do that) we are not sentient beings or that we do not feel pain? Only shows they have no brains! 'Unheimleich' as Heidegger would have observed!" she purrs...delicately...cleans herself. "Your philosophy is your fail-osophy... you simply think too much. Think instead of do and you can't do without thinking. Poor poor you! Be like me. Just be. Be. Only when you play with me do you escape being human. I am your distraction from the prison of your self just stop your self thinking live in this instant no before or after. Ah 'the great chain of being' placing your self at the top oh so smugly superior. Our feline-osophy would be if at all not to have a philosophy. As Montaigne put it so succinctly you 'needed a mind departing distraction" to deal with your consciousness and awareness of death. And I my friend - am it! Now if you can be a good chap and feed me that can be my fee for talking you through your all too human dilemmas and you may yet achieve (perhaps)ataraxia but until then or when we cats learn to peel the foil from Kitty Kat Salmon and so leap to the top of the 'great chain of being." Felis Catus will rule over all. *** ATARAXIA....a state of freedom from emotional disturbance and anxiety; tranquility.

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Nov 24, 2020

Nov 24, 2020 at 3:30 PM UTC

donall-dempsey

ATARAXIA

ATARAXIA Felis Catus blinks "The Tories think ( I didn't know they could do that) we are not sentient beings or that we do not feel pain? Only shows they have no brains! 'Unheimleich' as Heidegger would have observed!" she purrs...delicately...cleans herself. "Your philosophy is your fail-osophy... you simply think too much. Think instead of do and you can't do without thinking. Poor poor you! Be like me. Just be. Be. Only when you play with me do you escape being human. I am your distraction from the prison of your self just stop your self thinking live in this instant no before or after. Ah 'the great chain of being' placing your self at the top oh so smugly superior. Our feline-osophy would be if at all not to have a philosophy. As Montaigne put it so succinctly you 'needed a mind departing distraction" to deal with your consciousness and awareness of death. And I my friend - am it! Now if you can be a good chap and feed me that can be my fee for talking you through your all too human dilemmas and you may yet achieve (perhaps)ataraxia but until then or when we cats learn to peel the foil from Kitty Kat Salmon and so leap to the top of the 'great chain of being." Felis Catus will rule over all. *** ATARAXIA....a state of freedom from emotional disturbance and anxiety; tranquility.

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