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Smacked

Kept pocketed and it's deep,
Those feelings so hard to reach.
And then with no warning shown...
They're seen unbelievebly,
To rattle as if in battle...
To match!
And...
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.

Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.

Kept pocketed and it's deep,
Those feelings so hard to reach.
And then with no warning shown...
They're seen unbelievebly,
To rattle!
And...
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.

Finding...
No time to rhyme,
When...
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.

Kept pocketed and it's deep,
Those feelings so hard to reach.
And finding,
No time...
To rhyme,
When...
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pads, Paws & Claws

Shes a feline tormentor, not any vaudeville wife
But with a drunk-town lament he leads her a miserable life
But when hes full of that beer-champagne
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
And if he should wake up in some terrible dive
And he dont know if hes so-so
But hes so surprised hes alive
Come on little honey, let me under your hive
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
She pads, pads around the bedroom, practicing ways to flirt
He paws, pours another drink and anything in a skirt
Anything wearing a necklace
He thinks of claws scratching his back hes
Going out there hes not coming back
Shes got spider-leg fingers, sharpened whenever he strays
And she carries a bird-purse, with all of her womanly ways
til hes drinking hairspray, she knows that he never would dare
She could be in pictures if she wasnt all covered in fur
Hes coming home now and heres the surprise
You wouldnt believe the lies that he tries
She cut him down to her favourite size
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws

song performed by by Elvis Costello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Pads, Paws And Claws

Shes a feline tormentor, not any vaudeville wife
But with a drunk-town lament he leads her a miserable life
But when hes full of that beer-champagne
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
And if he should wake up in some terrible dive
And he dont know if hes so-so
But hes so surprised hes alive
"come on little honey, let me under your hive"
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
She pads, pads around the bedroom, practicing ways to flirt
He paws, pours another drink and anything in a skirt
Anything wearing a necklace
He thinks of claws scratching his back hes
Going out there hes not coming back
Shes got spider-leg fingers, sharpened whenever he strays
And she carries a bird-purse, with all of her womanly ways
til hes drinking hairspray, she knows that he never would dare
She could be in pictures if she wasnt all covered in fur
Hes coming home now and heres the surprise
You wouldnt believe the lies that he tries
She cut him down to her favourite size
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws
She pads, paws, pads, paws and claws

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Familiar

From spawn soundtrack
Could there be a familiar ring everytime I sing about
Cycle the tears everything in life no doubt i, i
Reiterate to my jaw is off-set,
But Ill say it again anyway,
What you give it what you get!
X2 verse:
Look at you now, look at you now,
Youre put in your place, put in your place oh,
All medicine, all medicine is smacked in the face,
Smacked in the face again!
Whisper: x2 smacked in the face again.
So when the door comes swinging back around and the taste
Of familiar medicine is abound on your breath, breath, breath
Please dont come crawling back to me,
Cuz youll know what Ill say
Brother let your knees bleed please!
X2 verse:
Look at you now, look at you now,
Youre put in your place, put in your place oh,
All medicine, all medicine is smacked in the face,
Smacked in the face again!
Whisper: x7 smacked in your face again
X4 verse:
Look at you now, look at you now,
Youre put in your place, put in your place oh,
All medicine, all medicine is smacked in the face,
Smacked in the face again!
X2:
Oooh oh

song performed by by Incubus
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Smacked And Slapped Against The Wall

Smacked and slapped against the wall,
Is not magnifique.
Although some may just enjoy...
This touch of quick awakening.

Smacked with a slap against the wall,
May help some snap senses back.
But not for all...
Who may be appalled,
By such treatment.

Smacked and slapped against the wall...
ooo
Some may need it!

Smacked with a slap against the wall...
ooo
Without the need,
For smelling salts.
Is cost effective!

Smacked with a slap against the wall...
ooo
Is cost effective!
Smacked and slapped against the wall...
ooo
Without the need,
For smelling salts.
Awakens!
And...
Relieves.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The women who inspired this play deserved to be smacked across the head with a meat ax and that, I flatter myself, is exactly what I smacked them with.

quote by Clare Boothe Luce
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Fingernails

Babies have fingernails
Children have fingernails
Teenagers have fingernails
Adults have fingernails
Senior Citizens have fingernails
Dead people have decaying fingernails

Kittens have claws
Kitties have claws
Felines have claws
Cats have claws
Seniors Catizens have claws
Dead cats have decaying claws

Hotwheels have wheels
Vespas have wheels
Slugbugs have wheels
Hummers have wheels
Oldsmobiles have wheels
Dead car parts have decaying wheels

But most importantly, I have fingernails, a cat, and a car.

poem by Gerald Flippinhanger
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A Legend Is Born

After I was born
the doctor
held me upside down
by my feet

but I still did not cry
the doctor smacked me.
But I did not cry
the doctor smacked me

a second time harder
but I still did not cry.
They were worried
because I would not take

a breath that first breath
of life needed to live.
The doctor smacked me
a third time very hard

and I did not stop
crying for six months.
Few babies are born
knowing life is over rated.

The maternity nurses
hated me I disturbed
their nightly card games
with my constant crying

loud constant crying
I was a hungry baby.
In those days experts
believed in feeding

all babies the same
amount of milk
regardless of weight
size in ignorance.

I was a hungry baby
I was hungry.
My constant crying
loud constant crying

should have been enough
to tell these experts that.
The head nurse called me
Crash Craddock she wanted

to crash my little head in
thus a legend was born.
In the duration of a few
hungry loud screaming

nights a legend was born.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Kittens Got Claws

(coverdale/vandenberg)
Walking down the street
Youre the center of my universe
You got the world in your pocket,
My manhood in your purse
You aint a bad girl, honey,
No matter what the neighbours say,
Its just that you were those skin-tight dresses
With your g-string tuned to a
Sweet, sweet, child of the street
Heaven sent, youre an angel dressed in black,
Cool, stiletto strut, youre a drop jaw cardiac
Youre the genuine, feline, prettiest girl Ive ever seen,
With your thief of hearts smile
Youre a certified pleasure machine
Sweet, sweet, child of the street
Dressed to kill in diamonds and fur,
You get what you want
With your pussy cat purr
But, the kittens got claws,
Shell tear your heart out
The kittens got claws,
Shell scratch your back
The kittens got claws
Shell tease an please you
The kittens got claws,
Shes a heart attack
You treat me good,
Sometimes you treat me bad,
But, keep it up, honey,
Youre the best time Ive ever had
No matter what you put me through I must confess,
Oh, you got more style than a brand new xjs
Sweet, sweet, child of the street
Dressed to kill in diamonds and fur,
You get what you want
With your pussy cat purr
But, the kittens got claws,
Shell tear your heart out
The kittens got claws,
Shell scratch your back
The kittens got claws,
Shell tease an please you
The kittens got claws,
Shes a heart attack...
Walking down the street
Youre the center of my universe
You got the world in your pocket,
My manhood in your purse
I know you aint a bad girl, honey,
No matter what the neighbours say,
Its just that you were those skin-tight dresses
With your g-string tuned to a
Sweet, sweet, child of the street
Dressed to kill in diamonds and fur,
You get what you want
With your pussy cat purr
But, the kittens got claws,
Shell tear your heart out
The kittens got claws,
Shell scratch your back
The kittens got claws,
Shell tease an please you
The kittens got claws,
Shell blow your stack
The kittens got claws,
Shell tear your heart out
The kittens got claws,
Shell scratch your back
The kittens got claws,
Shell tease an please you
The kittens got claws,
Shes a heart attack...
You scratch my back, baby,
An Ill scratch yours...

song performed by by Whitesnake
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If the Advertising Man Had Been Gilbert

Never mind the slippery wet street--
The tire with a thousand claws will hold you.
Stop as quickly as you will--
Those thousand claws grip the road like a vise.
Turn as sharply as you will--
Those thousand claws take a steel-prong grip on the road to prevent a side skid.
You're safe--safer than anything else will make you--
Safe as you would be on a perfectly dry street.
And those thousand claws are mileage insurance too.

--From the Lancaster Tire and Rubber Company's advertisement in the Saturday Evening Post

Never mind if you find it wet upon the street and slippery;
Never bother if the street is full of ooze;
Do not fret that you'll upset, that you will spoil your summer frippery,
You may turn about as sharply as you choose.
For those myriad claws will grip the road and keep the car from skidding,
And your steering gear will hold it fast and true;
Every atom of the car will be responsive to your bidding,
AND those thousand claws are mileage insurance too--
Oh, indubitably,
Those thousand claws are mileage insurance too.

poem by Franklin P. Adams
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My little kitten

I have a little kitten, I stroke it's soft paws
but no one told me that within..were some very sharp claws.

poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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The Newcomer

'There's something new in the river,'
The fish said as it swam.
'It's got no scales, no fins and no gills,
And ignores the impassable dam.'

'There's something new in the trees.'
I heard a bloated thrush sing.
'It's got no beak, no claws, and no feathers,
And not even the ghost of a wing.'

'There's something new in the warren,'
Said the rabbit to the doe.
'It's got no fur, no eyes and no paws,
Yet digs further than we dare go.'

'There's something new in the whiteness,'
Said the snow-bright polar bear.
'I saw its shadow on a glacier,
But it left no pawmarks there.'

Through the animal kingdom
The news was spreading fast.
No beak, no claws, no feather,
No scales, no fur, no gills,
It lives in the trees and the water,
In the soil and the snow and the hills,
And it kills and it kills and it kills.

poem by Brian Patten
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Caged Love

My love is caged
Like a wild beast
I see you walk by and growl
Deep within my throat

These bars that separate us
Will not be forever
One day I shall be free
To have my way with you

I stretch my claws for someday
I will claw you
I lick my fangs for someday I will
Bite your neck and thrash you

I shall stalk you
And crouch in shadows
With only yellow-green eyes
Will you see in the reflection of your light

I shall leap and pin your
Helpless arms with my my paws
I will look into your eyes and growl
You will feel my hot breath upon your neck

I will bite you, then taste your flesh
My claws will rip you
Bite after bite rip after rip
It will be my pleasure

My love is a caged love
But I will have my treasure
These bars cannot hold forever
Someday my love shall be free

poem by Midnights Voice
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Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.

quote by Lawrence Durrell
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Ode to my dying Cactus (Rough Draft)

Oh my most enduring cactus!
With more thorns than my years!
I shall water you for the last time
It shall be with my tears!

I recall the joy you gave us!
A representation of love’s endurance…
(And the ferocity it may bring)
I vividly remember, when my senile
Grandmother placed you by the
Light switch, and mother, In a fit
Of anger over some lost remote,
Or sheer grumpiness, smacked
What she thought was the switch!
She screamed so loud, you would
Think the claws of hell had impaled her heart!

And I remember the hours put into
Removing your teeth from her
Palm, consoling her, soothing her agony-
Yet we never blamed you, dear cactus!
Only ourselves.

You did not ask for much
(In fact, it didn’t look like you wanted much either)
Just a place to stand, a pot to grow in,
And a once and a while accidental high five- how do ya do?
You lived in front of numerous light switches
Slept often by the handle of the microwave
Even made your way into our bathroom once!
(I’d rather not speak of that one)
But ode to you, my dying cactus,
Ode to each and every thorn!
Ode to the memories you left us
For you depart at morn.

poem by Lazarus Knix
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The dark is the silent killer

The dark is killing me, no smile no light no life.
Im serching for light but the dark is graping my shoulder with the claws of hell, and draggin me back.
No fire in my soul to light the way.
No hands to drag me out of the claws of hell, only hands pushing me back into the dark.
only thing I got is a picture in my head of your smile it keeps me alive.

poem by Aksel Godtfred
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Job private

I am in need of a job
But not private.

Private job is like cat
That can cheat
At any moment.

Its paws its claws
All wicked.
It takeaway my roof
And my landscapes.

I do not like cat
I do not like a job
That is private.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Ma Terre

I taste the Still
of hibernating beasts
the bristled fir
that clings to jagged claws
the ragged claws
that groan for guttered caves
the lonely howl of wolves
convulsed to find
the orphan whelp nursing
at clicking berries
cracked from winter's eyes
and I
the Mother of these howling pleas
split silently
within my twisted need.

poem by Ann Creer
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Halloween Quartet No 4 It’s Only Halloween

Outside my bedroom door,
I heard the scratching of its claws
wanting to get into my sanctuary.
Its growl was low and chilling
that my neck hairs stood on end
as it returned to scratching once more.
I lay there in my bed too fearful to move
wondering what hellish creature wanted to get in.
I watched the handle turn;
my heartbeat echoed in my ears,
fright stole my voice
as I lay there in my fears.
A slice of light cut the room into two.
I sank beneath the covers hoping not to be seen,
then a voice spirited around me
as someone pulled the sheet from my bed.
She stood there in ghostly white
and my wife screamed at me.
“Get up you big sissy it’s only Halloween.”

31 October 2009

poem by David Harris
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Purr-fect Awakening

This morning was odd, I'll agree with that,
For I woke up believing that I was a cat.
It began in the bathroom, I'll admit that's for sure,
When instead of a shower, I started licking my fur.
I said, 'Wait a minute! There must be a flaw! '
As I began scratching my head with a feline paw.
The shock that I felt when from my mouth flew
Not the words that I spoke, but 'Meow, meow' and 'Mew'.
So I tossed and I turned and I played with my tail
To try to wake myself up and make this dream fail.
But no matter how hard I pinched myself…OUCH!
All I could do was scratch my claws on the couch.
I'd chew on some catnip, and play with some yarn.
I'd drink milk from a dish, and chase mice in the barn.
I was furry and cute, and could sit in people's laps.
I would purr by the table and get the best scraps.
Then, one day, as I was purring and preening myself,
Who should appear before me but a stout little elf.
He said, 'I'm the one who made you a cat,
Because you wouldn't look good as a dog or a rat.'
Then, with a wave of his hand and a nod of his chin,
I became very drowsy, and fell asleep again.
I dreamed of cat toys, cat food, and cat spit,
Then I woke up again, feeling quite fit.
I was no longer a cat, so I'm glad, of course,
For that stupid fat elf turned me into a horse.

poem by Wayne Wickham
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Burning Bright

Oh, how brilliant is the legend
In oranges and blacks.
You look and then your breath suspend...
The tiger nothing lacks!
With stripes so strong, so debonair,
So vibrant in the sun!
How dominant, beyond compare,
A vision that can stun!

Take in the stance, the mouth, the teeth,
The claws in paws of gold...
They keep their secrets there beneath,
For they must not be told!
But come the time the tiger stalks
The prey that's dead ahead...
Those claws aren't merely just for walks...
I'm sure you've guessed! Nuff said...

The tiger tempts nobody close,
He growls contempt for all...
For now, he merely strikes a pose,
As if his curtain call...
Endangered species come and go!
His legend's burning bright!
Yet how long for, no man can know...
Please pray again, tonight...

The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Burning Bright'.

More Stephen Gayford poems here:
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poem by Denis Martindale
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