Mr Cat Dog's Poems

[Mr Cat Dog]

Hi, I'm new to Toon Zone, so I though I'd share my poems with you lovely people. :anime: I'll post a poem after I get a reply, and there's quite a lot, so... well, grab a bucket of popcorn, or whatever you eat when reading, and enjoy:

Dictatorship

The man in his palace or temple watches
As the world at his feet runs accordingly.
Everything being as it should be, and all
Being well.

But when the Iron Fist simply pats the
Earth of which it came from, all shall come
Undone. All for what he strived to acheive -
Nothing.

One single act of power can strike terror
Into the hearts and minds of the innocent.
Their lives before them, ruined. What little
They had, vanished, gone, destroyed. Time

Doesn't stop for them or even the people in the
Palaces or temples. For them, the world keeps
Running smoothly. Everything being as it
Should be.

Power corrupts even the most pure of men, as
Once the lust devours your fragile mind,
Anything is at your disposal. A monster rages from the
Depths of your stomach.

But what of the innocent? Why should they have to
Suffer at the hands of this evil, twisted man?
Why should they have to rebuild everything of
Value?

It's not their fault that this beast runs their lives
And has them like puppets on a string, with his
Iron Fist. It's not their fault that they voted for
The wrong party.

[Tenku]

Ohh wow... I felt that! It's very smooth and I love the transistion. Not to mention dark. I like dark. :cool:

For some reason I imagined Darth Vader, but I know who you're talking about... :D

Keep up the great work.

[Mr Cat Dog]

Oh, they get darker a lot darker. This next one isn't so dark, and I don't particularly like it as much... It was originally the prologue of a fanfiction I was going to write, but I gave up on the story and kept the poem. Enjoy:

Prophecies

Alone at night, a dying couplet say farewell.
Their partings are swift; like an angel
Of death. Betrayed, betrothed, between
Themselves are a matching sword and shield. Alone.
Together yet apart. But all is not lost.

They will be reunited, not in heaven, but
In the shadows of their past. Only there can they
Reap for what they have sewn. Unpicking
Every little stitch from the tatty hem of
Deceit, despair and the most important:
Death.

The Five betrayers shall be persecuted. For
When the past has been repossessed, Judgement
Shall reign. It shall sanctify the innocent, but
Condemn the guilty to a terrible fate.

The Power of Love. Sent from Above.
Death-defying this was not. But the
Consequences will wreak havoc upon those
Who have betrayed the Almighty pair.

Those who have not sinned will be spared.
But for those Five, a contrasting bridge of fate lies for
Them to walk across. Unbeknown to their fragile
Minds, their guardian angels have been stained
With their vulgar hands.

Alone at night, a dying couplet say goodbye.

[Neko Konneko]

*claps* That second one was incrediable!! I... I am in awe. It reminded me of this poem form a video game The Epitath Of Twilight. It was amasing you NEED to keep writting!

[Mr Cat Dog]

Really? That was one of my worst, at least in my opinon... Oh well. Here's one of my favourites. Enjoy:

Love is Conflict

I wake, weary and almost delirious.
I find myself confined, trapped, but
Strangely happy. Simply lying in the
Pool of love, yet with a chain clasped
Around my waist and abdomen. I sit
And swim in bliss and ecstasy. But
Then it happened. The plughole opened
And all came gushing. My Prison caved
In and Out. My chain was being pulled and
Yanked. I kicked and screamed and
Wailed and cried, and yelled and tried
To say:
"Why aren't you letting me stay?"

Yet, I remember little of those fragile
Days. But the situation remains the same.
I still lie in your pool of love. The chain has
Gone, but the emotion still remains from our
First struggle to keep ourselves as one.
Now the fight has turned upon itself.
Why can't I see my friends? Why not?
Please stop yanking my chain. Please!
I kick and scream and wail and cry and try
To say:
"Why aren't you letting me go?"

[Kylewayne]

Really? That was one of my worst, at least in my opinon... Oh well. Here's one of my favourites. Enjoy:

Love is Conflict

I wake, weary and almost delirious.
I find myself confined, trapped, but
Strangely happy. Simply lying in the
Pool of love, yet with a chain clasped
Around my waist and abdomen. I sit
And swim in bliss and ecstasy. But
Then it happened. The plughole opened
And all came gushing. My Prison caved
In and Out. My chain was being pulled and
Yanked. I kicked and screamed and
Wailed and cried, and yelled and tried
To say:
"Why aren't you letting me stay?"

Yet, I remember little of those fragile
Days. But the situation remains the same.
I still lie in your pool of love. The chain has
Gone, but the emotion still remains from our
First struggle to keep ourselves as one.
Now the fight has turned upon itself.
Why can't I see my friends? Why not?
Please stop yanking my chain. Please!
I kick and scream and wail and cry and try
To say:
"Why aren't you letting me go?"

I might say, I enjoyed reading reading your poems. The last one is darkish in some when about love turning into a controling and bad relationship down the road. I lkie your stuff so far because they make you think about things. Keep it up!

=D

[Mr Cat Dog]

Thanks, here's another one:

Public Humiliation

Home, they say is where the heart is.
Oh, how I wish I could be with my
Heart. If it knew where I was now,
It would be crying with me. Every
Moment of every day, I cry. I sit
In my shelter of plastic and weep
Until my eyes turn red and bruised.
My feet have blisters from the
Concrete, and my fur of purely
Black and white has become
Tattered like a monkey. I can’t go
Outside, the embarrassment shall
Only escalate further. And the
Iron bars sting me when I touch them.
To think that the humans enjoy watching
Me suffer like this. Alone, in this cruel
World in which I have barely enough room
To go to the toilet in privacy.
Home, they say is where the heart is.
Oh, how I wish I could be with my
Heart.

[PaQ]

aww, that last one sounds so sad. I'm really feeling for the little guy, the strain of removing him from his habitat.. Must be a lonely existence. Nice range with your poems Mr Cat Dog. :)

[Xerroo]

Your poems are beautiful. I hope you do more later Mr.Catdog.

[Mr Cat Dog]

And I thought no one was going to reply... well, I can hardly talk, not replying to anything here, but still. Here's another poem for you all. I don't like this one that much, but on other forums I go to, the ones I don't like are sometimes' other peoples' favourites. See for yourself:

Leagues of Love

He stood there, breathless and
Taken aback. Who was this
Goddess that stood there before him?
Her hair flowed like the wind. Her
Eyes, so soft and gentle. Her face:
So pure. So perfect. So angelic.
She turned around and took a
Glance. His Aphrodite smiled briefly,
and walked straight past.
But who was he kidding?
She was way out of his league.

As she walked passed, she
Couldn't help thinking about him.
His sweet smile as she gave him
A cheesy grin. His soft golden
Hair. His eyes, so soothing and
Gentle. His face: So clear. So shimmering.
So radiant. He had engulfed her
Mind with a simple smile.
But who was she kidding?
He was way out of her league.

[Xerroo]

Again a nice poem.

The poem makes perfect sense and it's beautiful.