Siamese Cat Poems - Poems about Siamese Cat

...It was a perfect day, a sunny golden day. I felt the gentle sweep of easy breezes, the music of the wind. It was my daily stroll around the neighborhood, my daily clarity. It was there, and th......

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...Stepha Kaye and Ima Gen (B. Marquardt-Alexander is retiring. I am taking over this now). A Siamese cat, with bright emerald eyes Light and dark in the night looked on With an element of surp......

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...He was all fancy phat and pinky pink Dancing a jig with a kick and a clink Kicking off mud in a priggish way A pig who liked dancing at the end of day He was a marvelous companion, it is true ......

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...Let’s Rob the Bank Let’s rob the bank Take all our money And the overdraft Go somewhere sunny Let’s rob the bank Escape the monotony Worry about nothing Eat bread and honey Let’s rob the b......

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...through cloudless starry nights her deep darkness hidden by the brightness of her beauty eyes shimmer like sapphires like a beautiful Siamese cat lying in wait......

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...after the grandchildren left, I checked the room. It was still tidy and neat, maybe they had used Zoom? I checked the computer, but the keys were not hot. They had been giggling in here, and I mea......

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...As Siamese cat frightens the pygmy jerboa rat, So too humans under fate or destiny's habitat; I am chained; grab-hooked; the master-link is held by someone, Like a stray dog, I am pulled; dragged......

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...A Siamese cat with attitude was walking down Tokyo Boulevard Horns were blowing; people were freaking out during their ride. It’s just a kitten, one of the grandma types said to her night guard. B......

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...I am in this place and you are in that. The living visit the dead but the dead move among us looking for where we were. Only occasionally do our time lines connect, and only if you count discon......

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...It’s 5pm and sunny in Ohio, 40 degrees and dropping, by dusk it will be grey turning to red then black. Where is the oyster shell now? The heavenly picture of a pale s......

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...A man with no fingers waves his fingers at me. My third day of amoebic dysentery and though my yellow eye can see, they see what they choose to. The guy is not a feverish delusion, he comes t......

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...A morning bustles with activity. Folks go about their day, including a Siamese cat creeping past the sidewalk. But appearances are deceiving. This place isn't Disney World. Every day is a struggle fo......

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...I am in this place and you are in that. I suspect you are in a different place, one I have yet to recall, or visit. Same goes for my dog, but now and again her wet nose in my ear wakes me up ......

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...Down by Hope Street where the frangipanis bask, And the Goddess of Love has put up her tent, Lives a lady with fire in her eyes and cats in her kitchen. Oh of course I will tell you she's an angel......

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...Down by Hope Street where the frangipanis bask, And the Goddess of Love has put up her tent, Lives a lady with fire in her eyes and cats in her kitchen. Oh of course I will tell you she's an angel......

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