But you—the wild one
You were compulsive, fiery and inventive
I had my share of the wild and free
But you were molded from them—with insane beauty
Despite our differences we remained together
Perhaps you think I mean to save you—tame you
But I merely long to contain the sun
And hinder the pervasive burns
So that in so doing, I may always keep you warm
For cold wild shall destroy
As warm wild shall invent
Searing wild will one day save the world
And then destroy it all the next
Dear beloved one,
I saw you amongst the wild horses
I did not dare touch you
Because I was afraid of Change
But Change was a delight—an apple to your eye
And I did not realize that Change was embedded in my very being
So when you shyly approached me,
I knew you were hungry
I fed you ample laughter and music
And soon I gained your highest respect
Along with a thousand other mystical blessings
I will not always remain by your side as if I am among you
But perhaps I shall linger at a distance—level to your luminosity
As words continue to flow, I shall slowly inch myself forward
To be frank—you are the greatest companion in my world
Hot or cold—seared or chilled
You will always remain among the wild and free
And that race is sadly. . .
Tell me you shall never become me
In honor of you,
One day I will reach out my quivering hand
And you will consume the Apple of Friendship
Look beside you
As was inevitable—
I have changed for the better
Because you are—and always will be
My very greatest friend till the end
-this Ode was meant to be altogether; I hope you enjoyed reading, and thank you-
As you know, dear one
I border emotions that perhaps are an enigma to you
You look up to me at times with the highest respect
When you and I both know we are leveled
I dedicate to you a speech above the most precious jewels
My words surely don’t climb among or above the highness of great
But I can tell you straight—I am proud of my feelings
I am proud to have you here on earth with me
You know, when I wrote those words, joyous bells began to ring
I heard them in harmony, for they agreed
Indeed, I had the council of music in meeting
And we all averred that you are a part of me—a rare ligament that I truly cherish
For years you have devoted yourself
Fearing that someday I may leave your side
Oh my sweet, beloved friend—how I have!
I do not wish to degrade you—forgive me!
Allow me to further explain
I have left many times from the comfort of your embraces
Blinded by the enigmatic pangs I so desperately conceal
But these moments of solitude allow me to candidly feel
And as I have said—I am proud of my feelings
For they have led me straight to the epiphanies I shall now reveal:
I saw you amongst the wild horses—amid the paragon of temperament
Their nostrils flared at a presence; like confused soldiers, their eyes darted about
I was crazed into fear that I would be founded out
In meadows near from grasp of humanity
You fled but kept me in eyesight
Wondering and wandering—nearly touching the brink of my world
The bells drew you near—for they were apples to your eye
My laughter reached the highest height
You knew that I was not jeering you
I was delighted by your phantasmagoric magnificence!
The majority grazed on
But your dreams were meant for me to hold
At least only for a little while
For in the bells of laughter and music we were one
Cantering all the more closer to the sun
We felt not the burn, but the warmth of friendship
As life flew on in its graces and disgraces
We drew ever nearer
And soon—as was inevitable—
We felt the sear
As you were familiar with them, you took it like a god
And longed—from me—to take it
Instead I concealed the flame
Because the tame are accustomed
To chastisement, fear and incentive
subtle it starts, those thoughts of you
so cunning and quick, little I can do
with each pounce unexpected
claws dug in my mind
Love has me infected
no cure to find . . . .
loudly it roars! with every heartbeat
I sense the excitement
a moments defeat
my soul so enlightened
and still my knees weak.
Unable to run, no sense in escape
hooked by those eyes
im caught in a state
by the antics of fate.
So here I stand, to you to surrender
you've won the heart
of a vagabond roaming
upon you to ponder,
however still knowing
your truelly a wonder
my smile fondly showing.
companions, companions, together to be
for that is the wish of the lover in me,
you're beauty is your nature
you're nature is free
tamed not by no master
amazing to see.
lets travel together, in search of a place
where we rest assured, our love shows its face.
My little white fluff ball
I think all the kittens will grow
Soft and sweet
up to be healthy and strong the
Small and calm
way they should be when they
She is as sweet as candy
should be. I think they will love.
She plays all day and sleeps all night.
Anyone who will love them.
They are small but strong.
I know they will have great lives ahead of them
She loves to have fun
Her small blue eyes glowing, tiger with his new owner
Ash and Cotton with us.
I love cotton just as much as the others.
She love her siblings
She is small and loud
I love her lots
She weaves between the gates
And runs after her brothers tail
I wish she was more quick.
I still love her with all my heart
Like I love ask and tiger her brothers
They are all sweet and they are like little rabbits.
I hope they grow up to be big and strong
My little angles they may seem now but
What about when they are older?
THEY graze in beauty on the land
of grassy glades and dewy dales,
and all that's best of dark and tanned
meets in their aspect and their tails;
thus mellowed to that tender hand
which Shepherd to gentle glen compels.
One fleece the more, one hair the less,
had half repaired the shearless grace
which wreathes in every woolen tress
or darkly tightens o'er their face,
where mouths serenely sweet express
how pure, how dear their grazing-place.
And on that rump and o'er that round
so strong, so firm, yet elegant,
the baas that win, the hooves that bound,
but tell of days in meadows spent—
a flock at peace with all around,
a drove whose milk is innocent.
01/26/2014, "First Poem On Soup" Contest
Keeper Of The Woods
By: Kitty Jones
He stands 7 ft. 8 or so we are told,
When they tell us the stories of long ago.
At night he roams through the woods with care,
Loving on every creature, all that is there.
People say he’s a big strong man,
Big broad chest, yet long thin hands.
They say when the night it clear
And the stars are shining so.
If you listen really close you can hear him talking to Doe’s.
They call this man the Keeper of The Woods.
Mans ways about life he never understood.
They spoke of him as being gentile and loving in all his ways.
Giving back the gift of life that God had given him every day.
His love was shared with everything around
From the birds in the air to the grass on the ground.
I was told a story of someone setting a fire,
The flames would not go out they just kept getting higher.
The fire burned 3 days and nights,
Killing everything, nothing left in sight.
They say at certain times of the year as you look across the land
You can see the figure of a 7ft 8 inch man.
And if you come back 3 days later you’ll be amazed at what you see.
A 7ft 8 inch man crying on his knees.
I don’t think that anybody really understood.
The simple loving blessed life of the Keeper of the Woods.
Over the hillsides, together we burned space and time
Galloping with the wind...
Clouds took me by the hand,
Wind took you by the mane
Nothing outside our world could rival this perfect blend
Of motion, devotion, the sunshine and scented rain
I would close my eyes, and trust in the rhythm's rise
O' beautiful creature, your movements touched the very sky
Every stride, would sweep me to another world
Unfurled so far from all my childhood fears
As runaway dreamers,
we sprinted into the future of timeless memory
and heard the infinite past at the heels of your enchanted hoof
Where ancestors once felt this very connection
At one with nature, a blending of what is blessed
In the deep evening light of the first early, wintery chill,
as a comet that shoots through the eye of an in-coming storm
We were crystals, encased in a layer of ice and love
Just a trace of a moon, that sailed in between the soft, leaden clouds
In the thrill of the cold, with the glorious snowflakes falling,
and the sight of your warm breath streaming,
there was white drifting smoke, in caress of the moonlight beaming
Indented, undefined, is a trail left behind
Such a moment is proof.... in all legends divine
That when snow falls around the hills, at the end of the day,
Nothing can erase that we passed this way
We were the messengers...that rode with the wind
That the hearts of species as wide as the universe
With spirits connecting two souls as one
Hearts can beat as one....drawn together, like poetic and timeless music
I am part of you....and you are part of me
And that both hearts can feel the same remorse when day is done
In memory of "Queenie".... an amazing Sorrel Quarterhorse,
who was born, at home, in our barn, and lived for 32 years
For the Contest: "PETS", sponsored by Shadow Hamilton 11/13/14
To Tiger, our first, and best, a grey Tabby,
large and handsome, with broad black stripes,
I only had to speak your name,
and you moved to obey.
To our second, Sylvester, exact replica
of the cartoon character, a born hunter,
lining up your prey on the front walk.
I welcomed the mice and shrews.
But, do you recall me prying your jaws
open to set the chipmunks free?
And Tricia, our Calico, gorgeous
enough to be queenly, but sweet.
How we loved watching you play
with S'Lito and Rugby,
as if you too were a dog.
Next, Petunia, your snow white coat
in sharp contrast to black ears,
tail and face mask – a true beauty.
Yet a quirky personality spoils
your disposition. You "talk" non-stop
and hiss at anything that moves.
If only I could speak your language.
You're the kicker, Sweet William,
resident ruler of my heart.
You came to us as a kitten,
nondescript, long and lean,
independent, sometimes aloof,
sometimes very affectionate,
always playful, always endearing.
All of you were unwanted rejects,
dumped like sacks of garbage,
each unique, each with your own niche
in our permanent memory banks.
A couple weeks before her fourteenth birthday,
We knew something was wrong
Peanut, who loved to eat above all else, suddenly turned down food
To make it worse she was having trouble breathing
I had urged my dad that we had to take her to the pet hospital, and he agreed
At the hospital, when they told us what was wrong,
I could see the look in my dad’s face
Even I knew, it was her time
We all got to say our final goodbyes,
Held her paw, and stayed with her as she drifted to sleep
Her passing had hit us so hard, like a huge weight had fallen onto us
I kept asking myself, over and over again,
“why did she have to go?”
We all thought she was gone forever,
And tears of sadness had stuck with us for a while
Then a strong realization came over us,
Peanut was not gone,
She would always be with us
Tears of sadness soon became tears of happiness
When we learned about the Rainbow Bridge
Hearing that touching story,
We all knew Peanut would forever be in our minds and our hearts
If Peanut is waiting on the other side of that Rainbow Bridge,
Then I look forward to the day when we cross that bridge and can be with her
Dedicated to Peanut
In our memories,
The pets that have passed will always remain
We realize upon having them
That they turn out to be something more-
A loving companion, a protector,
And most of all, a friend
Someone who will always be there for you
One who gives you a shoulder to cry on,
A creature subtly unassuming,
Who will simply listen..
There is a connection with our pets
That is impossible to break
And when there comes a time to say goodbye,
That connection will help us continue on
We never want them to leave,
But all of us know that nothing lasts forever
But the effect they leave on you
And the love you have for them does
When I was little, I didn’t know what it was like to have a pet
Until the day my parents decided to bring Peanut home
I remember it well, out of all the dogs we saw,
Peanut was the one who stood out
A newborn puppy, so cute and innocent,
We knew she was the one
She had those sad puppy eyes,
And we saw that she had already had an effect on us
At first, she didn’t know what to think of us
We were strangers to her
Her first night, she was shy, a little bit scared,
But then she realized we were her family
In her younger years, she had such a playful spirit,
One that would make you smile
When one of us would come home from school or work,
Her energy of excitement exploded with happiness
What really made her happy was eating
She would want to do that all day
There would be times when after a long day
She would sit in a patch of sun that came in through a window
She loved the warm feeling of the sun when she rested
It always felt good to my parents and I,
When she would curl up and sleep right beside us,
Never leaving our side
Peanut was always very protective of us and her home,
Anybody she didn’t know, she would bark at until they went away,
Or until she got tired of barking
However, if the person she didn’t know had food with them,
They were her friend all of a sudden
Peanut was someone who had completed us as a family;
She made us happy—our first family pet
She was someone you could talk to, and she would listen
Many years with her, and we created so many good memories;
Ones that would make us laugh or make us smile
As the years went by, she started showing signs to us that she was getting older
Age ten, she started slowing down, her face became grey
Despite old age, there were some things that didn't change,
Like her wanting to eat or wanting to be with us
**This is a special set of poetry written with my friend Justin Connor--we each wrote separate accounts of special companions. The ending verse we wrote together. These poems are meant to be one piece of work. **
Scarcely a year old, I remember with sad, sinking heart
But then I smile, because I remember all the good times
It was the night of Pentecost, our little kitten was found
My mother, happy to bring in the oddest of pets,
Curled her fingers around a small kitten, beaming
And there was sunlight in all eyes all the night
He had been crying in the bushes for a place to stay
And he had found one…it might have been destiny
There was something in his green eyes that dazzled me
Weakening and strengthening my heart all in one I held him in my arms,
A special cat on a special day
Pentecost is his name, and it is here he will remain
I remember everyone loved him because of his grace
That dreamy eye and soft-hearted face
I remember the first night and many more nights to come
I turned my music box, opened it up and sang him a song
He listened intently and soon was fast asleep
His small colorful multi-marked body breathing deeply
His tiny, white boot legs tucked under his chest
“You’re the best, Pentecost,” I whispered. “You’re the best…”
Even my father, who was never fond of cats,
Was won over by his embraceable charms
Pentecost would spawn an effort to make him smile
Stretching out on the floor making sure everyone was watching
Listening lovingly to my dad’s favorite classical repertoire..
He would ring around our ankles with his paws playfully
Causing us to scream in shock and skip away
He would jump back from the shriek making us laugh up a storm
And look up at all the noise curiously
Pentecost also liked small boxes to squeeze into
I would lift up a cardboard flap to see a whiskered jewel
And he would look up at us and wonder
Can we make room for two?
He favored no one and was friendly with all
Long and muscular, this cat had boundless energy
One point he’d be at the window
And the next in the laundry, his tail whipping
What I will never forget was how happy he would lay in the grass
I would watch him and pet him, the sun hitting his fur
Gray black stripes and swirls of art lighting all at once
His soft, sensitive ears rubbing against my arm
The affection was mutual as Destiny knew
Days passed and still we did not take him
I was angry at everyone and stayed near his side
But one day he had disappeared
My heart skipped a beat as I searched the whole house
Calling his name despondently
Finally I heard a faint meow…
I found him under the couch….
He was alive!!!
Pentecost, the great and faithful…
Laying down on his side…still breathing…
And with effort lifting his head to gaze at me..
Wondering if there was room for two..on the floor
His eyes opened and closed slowly
Staring back, I swallowed, never looking away
I crawled half way under the couch and prayed “Please… please… don’t leave us…”
I sobbed looking into his eyes
He was so sad seeing me cry, yet calm
And it seemed like he was meaning to say… “It’s okay, Laura… it’s okay…”
I got up quickly as if the world was ending and got the music box,
Came back down and played it for him I hummed feebly, hot tears coming down
His head lowered resting tiredly on the carpet
His paw reaching for me
He fell asleep soundly as he laid his paw in my hand
Soft, tranquil and cold
Gently I closed my hand around him
When I rushed home from school the next day
That is when my mom stopped me to say he was gone
He had taken refuge under the house
Alone, he had found peace,
In one of his favorite spots in the summer…
Pentecost was gone…
And the entire family grieved his absence
Even my dad when he heard said softly, “Poor little guy”…
When I turn on my music box I remember the happy year with Pentecost,
I will never forget the smiles and laughs
Damasked in his charms, his light remains
So young he died, but forever he will stay
As the music faithfully chimes “It’s okay Laura…it’s okay…”
~Dedicated to Pentecost, a faithful and furtive feline with a heart of gold~
To every happy memory, there are sad ones that hit just as hard
And the sadness began when I looked at his side
To see a large lump there
I wasn't as worried as I should have been…
Everyone thought Pentecost would be okay
For our other cat survived a thing like this on her own
She had bitten the lump off herself
Puss oozing out…and she had healed with no problem
This lump was different…
I cringe because it was wrong for us to wait
He began to grow thinner… his eyes began to look sad
He no longer ran from the window to the laundry
He no longer jumped into my dad’s lap for a pet
He didn’t even eat, and that was one thing I thought he would never give up…
Dreamy, but sad, I looked at him opening a can of his favorite meal
I wished there was something more to be done for him
I begged my parents to take him to the vet
Because I sensed it would soon be too late
My mother kept saying he would be fine in due time
But in a matter of two weeks my mom surely knew
And she was the one to say it…
She said softly, “I think he’s going to die”
I held him on the less tender side of his body near my bed
Tears building in my eyes
I didn’t want Pentecost to suffer…
I wanted him to live life and be his happy self…