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SerpentineSky Dec 2024
miaow is my name
why do you call me tibby?
my name is miaow

miaow the fearless
miaow the skillfull pouncer
oh…..miaow miaow

later I’m curled up
and I knead you with my claws
oh you call me……what?
"Beep-beep.
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When comes my second childhood,
As to all men it must,
I want to be a banker
Like the banker at Bankers Trust.
I wouldn't ask to be president
Or even assistant veep,
I'd only ask for a kiddie car
And permission to go beep-beep.

The banker at Chase Manhattan,
He bids a polite Good-day;
The banker at Immigrant Savings
Cries Scusi! and Olé!
But I'd be a sleek Ferrari
Or perhaps a joggly jeep,
And scooting around at Bankers Trust,
Beep-beep, I'd go, beep-beep.

The trolley car used to say clang-clang
And the choo-choo said toot-toot,
But the beep of the banker at Bankers Trust
Is every bit as cute.
Miaow, says the cuddly kitten,
Baa, says the woolly sheep,
Oink, says the piggy-wiggy,
And the banker says beep-beep.

So I want to play at Bankers Trust
Like a hippety-hoppety bunny,
And best of all, oh best of all,
With really truly money.
Now grown-ups dear, it's nightie-night
Until my dream comes true,
And I bid you a happy boop-a-doop
And a big beep-beep adieu.
Kiss kiss
Lick lick
Stroke fur
Purr.

Kiss Kiss
Lick this
Flick Flick
Her.

Arch back

Miaow!

Don't stop

Wow!
;-)
Susan O'Reilly May 2013
“Hey, you
Yeah, you, what you looking at”?
“Did you buy tickets”

That was roared at me as I watched this fine gentleman try to dump a package

At first, I thought it was just ordinary ******* but he was being too protective of it
then whatever it was, moved ever so slightly

I couldn’t move
I was rooted to the spot
he could roar and bellow all he liked
but I wasn’t going anywhere
I couldn’t

He looked at me with an evil grin
and just dropped his bundle in the bin
then with an ignorant shrug
went on his way his errand done
I think I actually heard him whistle

I rushed over
and gently picked up this man’s *******
I unwrapped it
it was a beautiful little kitten
snow-white
it’s colour being its only distinguishing mark
a tiny scrap of a thing

It wasn’t moving now
no sound emitting
I massaged its little chest
urging it on with every thing I had
A tiny little rise
Yes
I can do this

It slowly opened its eyes
took deep racking breaths
its little body spasmed
then
blessed relief
its breathing no longer laboured
and
a most wondrous thing
like a baby’s first cry
a miaow, barely audible
music to my ears
then getting louder
rising to a fantastic ear-busting, heartwarming crescendo

I’ve kept it
it’s now my companion
when it wants to be
I called her Hope

One man’s ******* is now my treasure
If you could only see
How I lap you up
Like an eager kitten served a creamy bowl of milk.
Soft, delicious curds, your loving words, delight me,
Slurped right up by a little pink tongue.
I am like that kitten
In other ways, too.
Would you like to play?
Roll me over, stroke me,
I will curl up in your lap, and never leave.
Purring, purring,
I will find my voice; you will hear my first miaow,
I have chosen you, happily addicted
From the very first taste.
Olivia Kent Dec 2014
The pleasure's all mine she squeaked through a smile.
Her bright red lips encircled his kiss for a while.
She blushed right down to roots of her hair.
Her wonderful lover had noticed her there.
He opened the car door and ushered her in.
For such a long time he'd got under her skin.
And now this was her moment.
Their special moment.
The gorgeous fellow.
He too was smitten.
He was a tom cat.
And she was his kitten.
Miaow !
(C) LIVVI
Michael John Sep 2017
again all my ruddy heart gone
lily you are my lovely poem
with the sick seconds..
put on your cowboy boots..

my heart is some slick stone
a derailed why and when
miaow like a leopard
our love can´t refute..


our love love til all done
til end of everything...
give me cute-
put on your cowboy boots..
Donall Dempsey Aug 2021
THE MOST BORING OF MIRACLES

No. I don't
know

how it all
came about

that I could understand
cat or dog  - or bird even.

Or that all of a sudden they
could understand me.

It was the most
boring of miracles.

All the cat ever said was:
"FOOD! NOW!"

Or - "GET OUT OF MY FACE
HUMAN....WHO'S MASTER HERE!"

Or - "I WANT TO GO OUT!
I WANT TO COME IN AGAIN!"

Or - "IWANTTOGOOUTCOMEINGOOUT
COMEINGOOUTCOMEINetc.,etc., etc!"

All the dog would say was:
"OH BOY - CAT!"

Or  - "WALKIES!"
Or - "NEED ***...NEED TO ***!"

The birds all yelled:
"MmmmmmWORMS!"

Or "OH MY
BLUE SKY!"

Or sing ABBA songs
all day long.

Somehow I thought it
would have been so

much better than this
but - no!

That we would all be
best buddies or discuss

say Joyce or Tolsty
or Dostoevsky even.

So that I stopped
talking to them

and them
to me.

Reverting back to
who we were before.

And it was now all
miaow and woof and stuff.

All except the birds
who kept on singing - ABBA
Michael John May 2024
i
i

see this soap?
here is horror and hope
here is heaven and
el diablo..

what is with-in
is with-in....

yeah..
i love words and
i hate them-
every artist both loves
and hates their medium..

why don´t we like ourselves?
i don´t know-
what do you think, poe?
miaow..

ii

you would think music was
innocuous..
we are just too complex

we could eff-up paradise
we have eff-ed up paradise
***..
the song contest

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