All you read here are poems I've found along

the path of my life and wanted to share them

with you. This page consists of two parts, first

you'll find miscellaneous poetry followed by

poetry about cats. There are other poems

scattered through out this site as emphasis for

that particular page.

VOICE OF THE VOICELESS
I am the Voice of the Voiceless, Through me the dumb shall speak.
'Till the world's deaf ear be made to hear, The wrongs of the wordless weak.
Oh shame on the mothers of mortals, Who do not stoop to teach.
The sorrow that lies in dear dumb eyes, The sorrow that has no speech.
From street, from cage, from kennel, From stable and from zoo.
The wail of my tortured kin proclaims the sin, Of the mighty against the frail.
But I am my brother's keeper, And I shall fight their fight,
And speak the word for beast and bird, Till the world shall set things right.
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox~

LAST NIGHT
I stood by your bed last night; I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today; your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today; you tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you; I smiled and said, "it's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew...
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
and say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out...then come home to be with me.
~ Author Unknown~

GOD BLESS OUR PETS
They say memories are golden, well, maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories, I only wanted you.

A million times I needed you, a million times I cried.

If love alone could have saved you, you never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly, in death I love you still.

In my heart you hold a place no one could ever fill.

If tears could build a stairway and heartache make a lane,

I'd walk the path to heaven and bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same.

But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again..

~Author Unknown~

LITTLE CAT ANGEL

The ghost of a little white kitten, crying mournfully early & late,

distracted St. Peter the watchman, as he guarded the heavenly gate.

"Say, what do mean," said his saint ship, "Coming here behaving like that"?

"I want to see Nellie my missus," sobbed the wee little ghost of a cat.

"I know she's not happy without me, won't you open & let me in"?

"Begone," gasped the horrified watchman, "Why the very idea is a sin".

"I open the gate to good angels, not stray little beggars like you."

"Alright," mewed the little white kitten, "Though a cat, I'm a good angel too".

Amazed at so bold an assertion, but aware he must make no mistake,

I silence St. Peter long pondered, for his name & repute were at stake.

Then placing the cat in his bosom, with a "whist now & say all your prayers,"

He opened the heavenly portals, and ascended the bright golden stairs.

A little girl angel came flying, "That's my kitty St. Peter "she cried,

and seeing the joy of their meeting, Peter let the cat angel abide.

This tale is the tale of a kitten, dwelling with the blessed above,

It vanquished grim death & high heaven, for the name of the kitten was love.

~Leontine Stanfield~

~TITLE UNKNOWN~

Because I'm only human, it's sometimes hard to be,

The wise, all-knowing creature, that my cat expects of me.
And so I pray for special help, to somehow understand,

The subtle implications, of each proud meowed command.
Oh, let me not forget that chairs, were put on earth to shred,

And what I like to call a lap, is actually a bed.
I know it's really lots to ask, but please, oh please, take pity,

And though I'm only human, make me worthy of my Kitty!!!
~Author Unknown~

THIS OLD CAT
I'm getting on in years, my coat is turning gray.

My eyes have lost their luster, my hearing's just okay.
I spend my whole day dreaming, of conquests in my past,

lying near a sunny window, waiting for its warm repast.
I remember our first visit, I was coming to you free,

hoping you would take me in, and keep me company.
I wasn't young or handsome, two years I'd roamed the street.

There were scars upon my face, I hobbled on my feet.
I could sense your disappointment, as I left my prison cage.

Oh , I hoped you would accept me, and look beyond my age.
you took me out of pity, I accepted without shame.

Then you grew to love me, and I admit the same.
I have shared with you your laughter, you have wet my fur with tears.

We've come to know each other, throughout these many years.
Just one more hug this morning, before you drive away,

And know I'll think about you, throughout your busy day.
The time we've left together, is a treasured time at that.

My heart is yours forever. I promise . . . This Old Cat.
~Author Unknown~

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!
~Author Unknown~

THE DRIVER WHO ENDED MY CAT'S LIFE

My Victoria was only three years old, when her life was stolen away,

she somehow got outside you see, and for this she had to pay.

Some would say she was just a cat, but my Vicky was part of me,

when I came home from work at night, she was right there upon my knee.

She knew me and she sensed my moods, and moments when I was sad,

I think I felt that she sometimes, was the only friend I had.

She' wake me with a lick on my nose, or with her soft meow,

It's time for me to eat, she'd say, and I'd crawl from bed with a growl.

What I'd give to have her here, to wake me up to eat,

to follow me around from place to place, or to lay beneath my feet.

For you out there who own a cat, For themselves they should not fend,

love them much, and give them time, and to their needs so tend.

If by chance they should stray out, I pray they come home well,

So no one has to feel this way, it's a little bit of Hell.

THE STORY

It was Sept. 3, 1993, late in the evening.

I wonder whoever you are if you can sleep at night.

Can you stop that sound from reverberating in your ears?

Can you stop that feeling of the thud of capturing an object under the

weight of your wheels? You know I can't help but wonder, what kind of a

person you are. Are you so inhumane as to net even wonder what you did,

of care? Perhaps you did not realize what you did. Perhaps the unlawful

speed in which you were traveling, or the squealing of your tires dulled your

senses. Or maybe your vision and good judgment were impaired

because you were too drunk to be driving. Or maybe even the intensity

of your loud obscene rap music deadened you hearing. But it doesn't really

matter now, because my beautiful 12-pound Siamese is gone.

She cried for help and you didn't hear her. She bled to death and you didn't

see her. She crawled over to her door and died, and you didn't care.

Victoria was an indoor cat who got out accidentally.

She was not street smart, and not wise enough to realize about the people

like you out there who don't care. I think that I can forgive you in time,

because I have to, but even though I do not know who you are,

I well never forget you. You took away a part of my life, a part that I

can never replace. So you see, whether it was an accident or done on

purpose it was a negligent ace. You can never undo what you did.

And I hope that you never forget what you did. And I hope that the sound

that my cat made when you hit her, lives on in your head and in your heart,

for as long as it takes me to forget what I felt seeing my Victoria

dead on my doorstep. I hope and pray that God will forgive you.

~Ramona McKenzie~

Maine 9/30/1993

CHERUB IN A KITTY SUIT

Warm and cuddly, soft and cute, My cherub in a kitty suit.
In a ball so tightly curled, Far away in your dream world.
Whiskers twitch and then paws jerk. Could you be dreaming of "mousework"?
You start awake and look around, Then, stand and stretch and yawn so round.

I feel your gaze across the room. As our eyes meet, you start to groom.
You lick a paw and rub your face, And comb each hair neatly in place.
You stroll across the room to me. My lap is empty, as you see.
Onto my lap you leap with grace A look of smugness on your face.
My hand is drawn to stroke your fur. Oh, how I love to hear you purr!
Warm and cuddly, soft and cute, My cherub in a kitty suit.

~Author Unknown~

KITTY CATS POEM

When God created kitty cats, He had no recipe;
He knew He wanted something sweet, As sweet as sweet could be.
He started out with sugar, Adding just a trace of spice;
Then stirred in drops of morning dew, To keep them fresh and nice.
He thought cats should be soft to pet, Thus he gave them coats of fur;
So they could show they were content, He taught them how to purr.
He made for them long tails to wave, While strutting down the walk;
Then trained them in meow-ology, So they could do cat-talk.
He made them into acrobats, And gave them grace and poise;
Their wide-eyed curiosity, He took from little boys.
He put whiskers on their faces, Gave them tiny ears for caps;
Then shaped their little bodies, To snugly fit on laps.
He gave them eyes as big as saucers, To look into man's soul;
Then set a tolerance for mankind, As their purpose and their goal.
Benevolent ... and ... Generous, He made so many of them;
Then charged, with fatherly concern, The human race to love them.
When one jumped up upon His lap, God gently stroked its head;
The cat gave Him a kitty kiss, "What wondrous love," God said.
God smiled at His accomplishment, So pleased with His creation;
And said, with pride, as He sat back, "At last. . .I've reached purrrrr-fection!"
~Author Unknown~