Please share the poetry that you like that has been written by famous as well as "not so famous" authors.

The Owl and the Pussycat

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money.
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
´O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!´

Pussy said to the Owl, ´You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?´
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

´Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?´ Said the Piggy, ´I will.´
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

Edward Lear (1812 - 188

I guess this is my favorite cat poem because it´s the only one I always remember.
It´s by Ogden Nash

The trouble with a kitten´s that
Eventually it becomes a cat

I love this...it is so funny (and true)!

Do Not Go Peaceable to That Damn Vet*
by Dylan Thomas´s Cat

Do not go peaceable to that damn vet,
A cat can always tell a trip is due,
Hide, hide, when your appointment time is set.

Wise cats who watched, and learned the alphabet,
And never let men know how much they knew,
Do not go peaceable to that damn vet.

Young cats who want to keep their claws to whet
On sofa legs, and save their privates, too,
Hide, hide when your appointment time is set.

Sick cats, poor things, whose stomachs are upset,
But hate to eat some vile-smelling goo,
Do not go peaceable to that damn vet.

Old cats who have no wish to sleep just yet,
And plan to live another year or two,
Hide, hide when your appointment time is set.

And though your human sweetly calls his pet,
Or rants and raves until his face is blue,
Do not go peaceable to that damn vet,
Hide, hide when your appointment time is set.

*From the book: Poetry for Cats: The Definitive Anthology of Distinguished Feline Verse by Henry Beard

Kittibits would like me to embroider that last poem on a pillow for him, Mary.

Please Little Kitty.
By : Me!! (Lacey)
Dedicated to my newest edition..Dust!

Why little kitty?
Why do you meow?
Over my spaghetti why do you have a cow?
Can´t you see that you have your own chow?

Please little kitty, don´t bother me now,
it´s hard to dry off when you attack my towel.
Little kitty please be quiet,
sleep escapes from your howl.

Great poem, Viccta. And for some reason I understand it PURRfectly!

Great poem, Viccta. And for some reason I understand it PURRfectly!
Thank you ^_^

Great poem, Viccta. And for some reason I understand it PURRfectly!
I love it too.

LOVE the Dylan Thomas´ Cat poem!!!! That´s BRILL!!!!!

JC

Two or three Cats
And two or three mice
Two or three sprats
At very great price –
Two or three sandies
And two or three tabbies
Two or three dandies –
And two Mrs – Mum!

: John Keats / Two or three :

Cat! Who has pass’d thy grand climateric,
how many mice and rats has in thy days
destroy’d? – How many tidbits stolen? Gaze
with those bright languid segments green, and prick
those velvet ears – but pr’ythee do not stick
thy great talons in me – and upraise
thy gentle mew – and tell me all thy frays
of fish and mice, and rats and tender chicks.
Nay, look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists –
for all the wheezy asthma, -- and for all
thy tail’s tip is nick’d off – and though the fists
of many a maid have given thee many a maul,
still is that fur as soft as when the lists
in youth thou ener’dst on glass-bottled wall.

: John Keats :

You are a good cat poem finder, KyutiKatt. We really liked the ones in your blogs too. Kittibits, Cisco and Pancho

You are a good cat poem finder, KyutiKatt. We really liked the ones in your blogs too. Kittibits, Cisco and Pancho
My mum take pictures of us when I was having a moring chit chat with Grandmum. At that time, she was just recovered from stroke 4 months before, but I am so happy that she is in very well condition now.
Thank you for visiting my blog, Kittibits, Cisco and Pancho. Juno

A Kitty´s Love

On her soft warm fur
my tears began to fall.
She came without me asking;
she came without a call.

She comforted me without a sound;
just her gentle touch.
She knew that I was hurting
and she seemed to know how much.

And patiently she waited
for at least an hour or two.
Until my tears began to fade.
Until there were only a few.

I realized just then
that an kitty´s love is true.
They´ll always be there by your side
and they´ll never stop loving you.

||Author Unknown||

I love reading this poem over and over,
though it is keep on breaking my heart.
I wonder who originally wrote this poem

Whoever wrote the poem wrote it from experience, you can tell. Cats can be the best nurses.

Cat Kisses

Sandpaper kisses
on a cheek or a chin-
that is the way
for a day to begin!

Sandpaper kisses-
a cuddle and a purr.
I have an alarm clock
that´s covered in fur!
~ Bobbi Katz ~

This poem reminds me of one of my first cat, Tiggy, everymorning she woke me up with her kisses... and if I hadn´t got up yet, she even gave my sandpaper licks on my face

The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
~ William Butler Yeats ~

Once I had a cat named Dudut (grand daughter of Tiggy), whom love to sit on the porch enjoying the midnight sky. Several times she sang, really sang a cat song, a melodious song from a loud sweet clear cat voice. She strarred at the sky by doing this. Usually this happened when the sky is clear and beautiful with moonshine. Some of my neighbours are wake up, and come to our front yard to see where the song came from. She just stop for awhile when she saw us, then continue singing. Fortunately my neighbours find this amazing, and didn´t mind Dudut sing for us. It takes about 3-5 minutes, and --unfortunately-- not so often. It was about 25 years ago, and sweet memory of Dudut always is my mind.

You know the best cat poems, KyutiKatt! Your Dudut sounds like an amazing and magical creature.

...Dudut sounds like an amazing and magical creature.
I think so, thank you. I am planning to make a profile about Tiggy, Kukuk (grandmom and mom of Dudut) & Dudut, so many kind of funny memories of them. I just need more time, to find their pictures.

Ode to Spot

Felix 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 aide in locomotion,
it often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.

O Spot, the complex levels of behaviour 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.


:: By Commander Data - United Federation of Planets ::

This poem is for universal cats