"pussycat" poems
Pussycat Dolls,
Pussycat Dolls,
Where have you been?
We've been up to London
To see Queen The Musical
Then went to see the mayor
Hid his computer mouse
On his electric chair.
Switched it on!
Not so much PC -
More AC/DC
And then we were gone
On a sightseeing trip
With an aunt and a niece.
Poor Boris Johnson
RIP.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
We steadily crept up the emotional ladder together.
We went from human beings to acquaintances to a more serious matter.
We had break ups and make ups and problems that plagued us.
And if one didn’t pick up then the other would text "Wake up!"
We've been un-together for a while but I'm still infatuated.
I still write her love poems and trip on each man she's dated.
Man, I know I sound over rated.
I can't even think about what she thinks of me.
I recognize that father time hasn’t been good to me.
And recently I realized that, by this time, her hands are probably clean of me.
Man I'm trippin' and I feel like a wreck!
I make the Titanic look like that pussycat in Shrek.
I still remember the time when my heart used to beat,
Like a sweet mellow beat mixed with soulful RnB.
She was definitely a queen and that made me a king
But my queen went to another and that makes me just another brother.
Now please don’t think that in her choice she was wrong.
I admit I was terrible and hard to get along… with.
We're closing in on our Anti-versary.
I hope she's doing well and that she doesn’t want to ****** me.
God I'd do anything to feel her touch.
Just one small slap, I'm not asking for much.
I just miss her…
A word from this Poet, who has loved and lost his girl.
Who has loved and lost the one who forever changed his world.
If you should ever be so blessed…
If you should ever be so blessed as to find that one dime,
That makes you change your mind or inclines you to write a rhyme,
Then don’t let her get away!
Because everyday it gets harder and harder to connect with one another.
And there will come a day when we all give up and say, "Why bother?"
Some say, "Why waste time searching for one person when I can get it on with ten?"
My reply is, "You'll get it on, but after that, what then?"
"What then?"...
Jan 27, 2010
Jan 27, 2010 at 2:11 PM UTC
The owl and the ***** cat***
Were out having tea
After a simple beach side walk
The owl took out a guitar
And sang to kitty brash, kneeled
Before her Crimson chair
A sweet romantic ballad it was
Yet ***** cat was too busy
Observing owl and noticing
What a dainty meal he'd make.
Interrupting his declarations
She stole him away
Under the starry midnight sky
Whereupon in the woods
Her claws she unsheathed
And silenced his poetic display
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 5:30 AM UTC
your deepest scars
lie in your brain
where i cannot kiss them
until you let me make-better
kit, you've trusted hands to pet you
and trotted into snares
more than once
and now there's a vast expanse of
"come on out now, you're safe from harm"
far as the eye can see
wide open green and golden this-is-really-good
but you're haunted by steel and teeth
throwing you to the ground
a pain memory that makes you bite
until the ecosystem i built cannot remember
how to make flowers.
let the earth i've grown need you
without fear of what anchors you
let the sky i've thrown adore you
without suspicion of why it's bothered to watch
little fox, let me cultivate this garden around us
because it's a good one
more beautiful with you
the deepest scars lie in your brain
where i cannot kiss them.
Let me make-better
because i'm made better
by you
let me keep you, little fox
and i'll grow you flowers
the most beautiful you've ever seen
unto this little earth
gilded with trees
like the owl and the pussycat
my fox and me.
Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 8:43 AM UTC
Amplify my cuteness,
Oh! Bidaal Devi,
Like a cat,
Kitten,
Like a cat,
Oh! Feline Devi,
Amplify my cuteness.
I shall adopt some kittens,
Oh! My Cat Goddess,
Maybe a Tom,
Or a Pushy,
Maybe a Tom,
Oh! My Cat Goddess
I shall adopt some kittens.
I shall adore my kittens,
Oh! Feline Goddess,
Bring me a Tom,
Or a Pussycat,
Bring me a Tom,
Oh! Feline Goddess,
I shall adore my kittens.
I wish that cats adopt me too,
For except my parents, I'm alone,
After them, I can't imagine my life,
That's why I shall adopt some kittens,
After them, I can't imagine my life,
For except my parents, I'm alone,
I wish that cats adopt me too.
I offer my heart, Oh! Cat Goddess,
Oh!! Shashthi Maia, hear my plea,
Without your children, I'm alone,
I don't want to end up all alone,
Without your children, I'm alone,
Oh!! Shashthi Maia, hear my plea,
I offer my heart, Oh! Cat Goddess.
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 11:16 PM UTC
Trees bare, night falling,
Cat prowling, distant owl calling,
Cold air, frosted with flakes,
Of Snow.
Spotting the cat, owl awakes.
Owl and the Pussycat's strange
partnership plays out on the wild range.
One a trophy bearer,
The other wisely to accept.
The owl dropped down, talons filled with rat,
He accepted this **** the black and white patch cat,
Looking at the other so close and so near,
There was no weakness, no fear.
***** cat took the rat mouth full of rodent,
The owl stood, feathers whiter than the moonlit snow,
Stopping and dropping the rat,to say,"My turn next
time, I know," then picking up the gift once again.
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
Laying in the land of lies.
Kissing broken butterflies
Knows what she wants.
A tigress on the prowl.
Howling and squawking.
Howling and scowling.
Pawing, cat calling.
Pussycat growling.
Love laid roses on the path.
Tangled thorns and demon horns.
Thought she'd have a laugh.
Love she chooses lonely pawns.
Howling and squawking,
Howling and scowling
Pawing,cat calling.
Pussycat growling.
She snatches sweethearts.
Creating works of art.
Living on cupcakes.
Cementing works of art.
Breaking hearts and crushing bones.
Howling and squawking.
Howling and scowling.
Pawing, cat calling.
Pussycat growling.
Fingertips tips as razor blades.
Razor blades are on the ****
Love dies screaming silently.
At wicked women's will.
Said goodbye.
Howling and squawking
No more talking.
Pussycat cat cuddles.
Snuggles and kittens.
(C) LIVVI
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC
*Most of the time
He's the lord of the jungle
Everyone grins while he gripes
Usually he's found just
Lounging around in his stripes
His tiger lady's
A superfine feline
Just what his highness deserves
A sweet purring pussycat
Proud of her pussycat curves
He's a tiger in the rain
It's the thunder and lightnin'
He can't explain
A tiger in the rain
Who's frightened
Caught in the storm he came
Searching for shelter
Right up to me and my spouse
We both stroked his chin and
Invited him into the house
He's a tiger in the rain
It's the thunder and lightnin'
He can't explain
A tiger in the rain
Who's frightened
He's a tiger in the rain
It's the thunder and lightnin'
He can't explain
A tiger in the rain
Who's frightened*
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
If the beautiful pea green boat had been painted battleship grey,the owl and the pussycat would have stayed at home and not 'sailed away for a year and a day',but it wasn't and they did.
The story ends quite badly some would say quite sadly,the pussycat got rid of the owl,stating in his defence, that fowl was for the eating of and not for spouting like a whale in Edward Lear's fairy tale.
If only the boat had been painted battleship grey the owl might still be with us today.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 6:33 AM UTC
My ***** is at it again
drinking water from the toilet bowl
though I give him water every day
he has a preference for toilet water
Oh yes my ***** has been mischief
head butting doors to get in to see me
I say no ***** no
can't you see I am trying to write
But gosh ***** just rubs against my legs
and I feel warm inside and rub his head
I forgive him because I love him, you see
for he is my feline friend and naughty *****
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 10:43 AM UTC
i’m a bad baby, a wet pussycat
that does a whole lot of meowing
nobody left to blame, a goodbye loser
love me, hate me, be my bruiser
classy lady, i’m unruly you can tie me
up and school me just don’t try to save me
and i parted ways with bad friends
if tomorrow comes then what’s good
don’t be afraid to laugh at my expense
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
Lion
When I was a kid, I told myself I was going to buy a lion. Not to rule over the king of the jungle but to have a kitty named Mufasa. When I grew up Mufasa became my father and I found out three quarters wasn't enough for a lion.
When I grew a little older, reached adolescence I learned a lesson, that three quarters still wasn't enough to buy a giant pussycat. I would have bought a jaguar because my lion days were beside me, I would buy a giant jaguar to be beside me but I was still naive and had not known that jaguars would see me as a steak.
When I reached adulthood and the pressures of buying a house and a car hit me so my first thought was once again, I'll buy a jaguar. Then I heard my brother tell me that jaguars will cost me a fortune to keep fuelled, so I told him, I'll sweat gas and bleed decorative pillows. He laughed at me and my naivety. I am now an adult and I wonder, how much does a lion cost?
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC
The Owl and the Cheese Sandwich
It rained all night, one sunny morning
the owl stood by my door
He said I gave him a cheese sandwich
And now he’s come back for more.
I thought, cheese, I don’t buy the stuff
The fridge is packed with it you know,
I tried to fob the owl off with jam
But he just flew away and would not go.
I told him owls don’t each cheese
They patrol the night skies
Oh in that case I will cancel cheese
And on the day run I will have some pies.
Funny owl I thought he is up to something
Trying to ram pies down my throat.
It is a good job he is not meeting the pussycat
And going off in a pea green boat!
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
I hate hentais.
I don’t mean to victim blame
Japanimated schoolgirls,
But why can’t any of them ever end
With the girl killing the **** out of her ******
Instead she just
Loses herself,
His mind broken *** slave
And that is the glorious end.
**** that.
**** pussycat; faster, faster
Bite his **** off.
How can there be any
Happy Endings
in such ********
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC
The Owl and the Cheese Sandwich
It rained all night, one sunny morning
the owl stood by my door
He said I gave him a cheese sandwich
And now he’s come back for more.
I thought, cheese, I don’t buy the stuff
The fridge is packed with it you know,
I tried to fob the owl off with jam
But he just flew away and would not go.
I told him owls don’t each cheese
They patrol the night skies
Oh in that case I will cancel cheese
And on the day run I will have some pies.
Funny owl I thought he is up to something
Trying to ram pies down my throat.
It is a good job he is not meeting the pussycat
And going off in a pea green boat!
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
She scooted along the checkerboard floor
collecting ***** plates
& refilling sweet teas.
I placed a double-order of fish tacos
& sat right next to the buffet of hot sauces
just to watch her toss her brown hair about
from under her pink pussycat hat
& lithe body covered
in delicious ink
& piercings.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
The claws will come out
Of the bars,
My Lust.
Oh yes, they will first peek, curious.
So you reach out,
Even though this alley is dark
With boxes of people
Everywhere you look.
No, it is not safe
Because then, the scratch,
Maybe it's play?
Then she digs in,
That god ******
Ferrell pussycat.
She's never been easy to tame,
Whether it was the Hispanic boys
On that public school playground,
Or the teenager suburbanites yelling
From their car windows.
It definitely wasn't the stray tomcats
She met in the park,
Because of them
She darts glances with
A slick, rapid gleam in her eyes.
But maybe, Oh maybe,
Sweet, drunken docker,
Maybe you will glance back,
Just a pet, hen keep walking.
Maybe, she'll follow you home,
Purring as she presses
Her tail against your legs.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 12:06 PM UTC
I smile.
When I smile my face wrinkles.
Several laughter lines trickle.
If I ***** up my funny face in a particular way.
I look a little like a pussycat.
This pussycat smiles.
(C) Livvi
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 6:07 AM UTC
Oh little pussycat
Staring at me.
Why don’t you go outside
And climb into a tree.
Oh I know why,
But please don’t cry
If I tell you the real cause.
We’re stuck in town,
Where there’s no tree’s,
And no room for tidy lawns!!
What a shame little pussycat
That I can’t let you out,
But if you promise to behave yourself,
I promise I won’t shout.
I’ll let you out when you’re old enough,
And when we get a new home,
But for now you’re stuck in this dingy flat,
Until you’re good and grown!!
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 2:16 PM UTC
Goodness she has come in all soaking wet
poor pussycat needs a rub down
oh look at your fur all spiky and trim
god knows where you have been
You come off on my hands
do I have that much command
look at you shake
my hot wet *****
Now no doing the sit down dance
I am not a horse, so don't ride my hands
you are just my kitten you see
my sweet hot wet *****
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC
The owl and the pussycat came home from sea,
Their boat had finished its course.
The cat took the honey, and most of the money,
Then filed a suit for divorce.
The owl had a hard time finding a brief,
But the pussycat had it made.
For you see the poor owl was a ripped-off old fowl,
But the cat got feline aid.
They argued away, for a year and a day,
In court, where they made a fine show.
Till the owl, said he, would better off be
In the land where the **** trees grow.
He was asked, “Are you willing to sell for a shilling
Your share of the boat and guitar?”
Then after long wrangles and tough legal tangles,
The owl and his brief said, “We are.”
So the owl and the pussycat went their own ways,
The cat left dancing a jig.
She hopped on a plane and got married again,
And the owl went to live with the pig.
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
Acid smiles
Simple lucre, to a faster pussycat
Worth your was, thus a loose while
Sweet knowing you, with this and that...
Solemn kinds of whether?
Looking beyond you, the truth to a smile
Fashion forward, and surviving the gall to bother
A season of choice, to keep the better of rues of denial?
Talk to me...
The rose and the voice of alright, tonight
The liberty in a merciful love, merciless to we
Simple news for an irony's me; my accept, my slight...
Yours again...
Set to rights, the tale of seeking how
For a better lover, the risks of integrity
With hold or archaic powers, the speed of knowing...
Is a reaching us, a clashing must?
To voice the other wise, in these rages and fates...
A look for bests is the only way to discuss
A misery followed by charisma; a sense of privilege, curious in the shade
Where sincerity is a favored eye, if not concern
Spare intention, in the paces we further to skill
Life with a stern lip, but know an eye to worth...
With the love it is given, the swallow of pride, in hell?
Mar 6, 2024
Mar 6, 2024 at 10:35 PM UTC
The Cat and the Hobo went off on a jaunt,
At midnight for a spot of small mirth
Both as dead as the above, of ribcage most gaunt
The Hobo wishing hard for more girth.
"So say, Mr. Pussycat", said the Hobo unyielding
"How bout a small race, for naught but a prize
Which I should haste to add is of insignificant size
All just for fun, old kitty unfailing."
The Cat's sharp ears pricked. A darkening rampage
Would thanks to his ears be of humongous advantage
To the felinous fellow of movements most scurrilous
For the Hobo, he thought, t'would be ruinous.
He came closer to shake
His hand on the deal
But no sooner was his paw benevolently outstretched
That the hobo had him in his arms most wretched
"Oh you Cat, for once in my life my lack is too real
Of you a stew my old friend I shall make."
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
Kiss kiss
Lick lick
Stroke fur
Purr.
Kiss Kiss
Lick this
Flick Flick
Her.
Arch back
Miaow!
Don't stop
Wow!
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 9:55 AM UTC
Alley ways and alley cats all allies in the darkest nights.
Unsleeping children call to their mother's closest hand.
The alley cats are chorusing, looking for a lover.
Their kittens come their kittens go, in and out their pussycat minds.
The infant in the cradle cries out for mother's love.
A life long attachment borne.
Forever days and never nights, the lights go out the queen cat cries.
Another litter of kittens wanted so that queen cat yowls.
The husband laying in his bed, gets angry as he lays his head, calling cats and screaming kids, prevent the closing of his lids.
The child calls out as only he can, mother moved to sort him out, as only mother can.
(C) LIVVI
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 7:02 AM UTC