My birdbath has become
the backyard rage! Now,
as many bees as parched
birds, they line the edge
taking buzz-sips – then
back to the honey-hive --
water, a must, in the desert,
if to stay just barely alive….
My charity, a small oasis, little
bigger than a hubcap; thousands
of grateful gulps a day~ more honey
on the way. Wonder!? Should I
have a neon sign, to attract Night
Owls and bats, already a focus of
many feral cats -- lizards, scorpions,
spiders and gnats…? What must they
think, of a semi-soft heart and head,
sharing tap water~ but off limits a cool
kitchen and king-size bed?
I beseech the sun to undress the stars...
Orphan feral cat wild wanders nix the blades of high grass
Wild feral tortured by the sour taste of touch bars
Camelot fluffy wild calico cat grasps
So, wake within the urban rose wilderness
Distraught unhinged unsorted missingness
So, such distorted envisioned and homeless
Meow Roar Feral
If I am your refrain, let me embrace burn...
Meow! More like a roar, razor claws
Lonely cat hunted, by humane laws
From the slicing/cutting of my flesh feral turns
Frighten, hungry or aroused cat’s wild hounds
Laden dormant on the early autumn grounds
Until a dog catcher Captured, collared and cage
Meow Roar Wild Feral
Panting, with a run-down look
And a pleader's, for
Your man's sympathy
Approach, as when blow, hotly
Days, frail doe, a tree.
Pleasantness! As what relieves
Through coos so o'ertook
Leaves one such sleep-bound
Of safekeeping, for shade thereround
Hugged, suggestive, round.
If you are struck by the thunder of torment,
the lightning lancet of distress shears your heart,
nonchalant you may resolve relaxed to never cry.
Solace sprouting from the compassion of someone dear,
bearing your load of anguish,
may melt the mists of your mind, sworn to never dissolve,
surge at unexpected touch,
and flow silently in the torrents of tears,
underscore never say never recognizes life’s fluidity
in the rational refusal to fold future in finality.
A European among starving nations.
Some of the things I see
still startle me.
Pangs of hunger know no humiliation.
Starving children, their faces ashen,
with sunken eyes and bloated bellies,
God forsaken, gourmandize what they can seize
from mouths of dogs in dog day heat.
To the hungry soul
every bitter thing is sweet.
She didn't walk the way the world expected
None could guess what storm she had weathered
She moved and moved and never stopped
And her every footstep was strong and bold.
With a body that has carved its own battles
Adversity could not shake her firmness
She carried none of its sting and bitterness
But joyfully shared only smiles and sweetness.
While we speak of limits and constraints
She spoke of immense possibilities
Always exploring her potentialities
And lived them as graceful entities.
She refused any act of sympathy
And spurned faint token of empathy
All the time stood firmly saying no to pity
Predictably preferred the ground of dignity.
Legacy of self-dependency and dignity she sowed.
In her life journey all along, she has proved
That Power and strength are not measured
in strides but in the grit and spirit imbued.
Protecting the peonies from gusty autumn
I cut a few and placed them in a favourite vase
on the window sill in full view of the garden.
Outside, a succession of leaves can be seen
releasing their hold on the branches of trees
and float past the window bidding final farewell.
Indoors, the peonies drop their petals one by one,
landing on this very page where this poem was written.
Silken hand and tone,
weaves wistful tale as route map,
“angel” guide’s end plot!!
"Please don't
make me
block you,"
he said
in spite.
Now why
would you
threaten me
with such a
good time?
If an Aries
ever tells you
this it's all
by divine
design.
Perhaps you
should live
a happier life
and be a bit
less uptight
"Twin flames"
are unreal
this we know
to be true
and right.
Who knows why
you're so
desperate for
a woman's fire
at night.
I met a young man
Who was verbally dead,
Inside a text bubble
That wept in our head.
He thought rhyme juvenile,
That no one would care;
His hands turned to claws
And he tore at my hair.
A snake in the garden
Afraid of the fall,
He lit up a smoke
And he started to crawl.
Seems que*r all he wanted
Was someone to love,
Like the edge of a cliff
And the push of a shove.
They want to become one with the breeze
Society's needs are a real burden we see
Maybe it is best to just let them all seethe
And to let them do whatever they please
Note: This poem is about people who hate the spotlight. I understand them.
My half-sister is in Texas
and she cannot use THC.
Her mother moving her there
planted that dark seed.
I am fortunate to remain
where I can smoke it legally.
Their legislators are incapable
of seeing things clearly.
Be the wind in someone’s sail,
Be the calm in someone’s gale,
Be the spark today,
In someone’s dark day.
Be the joy that’s found,
Turning another’s day around.
Be the hope in someone’s gloom -
The sunshine -helping flowers bloom.
Be the light in someone’s night,
And their breastplate in a fight,
And your kindness, always share
In what you do and how you care.
Be the reason to make them smile,
Even if it is for a little while.
In a world that is so tough,
With a whole lot of toxic stuff -
Be the balm - soothing the strife
In someone’s stress filled life!
14.12.2000
Copyright ©2000 by Crystal David John
ACTORS BIOGRAPHY
____ ____ is an actor most famous
for his role as John Smith on the TV series Unnamed.
He is from the UK and started his
career having minor roles in small
touring stage productions for a year.
From 2023, he was cast as a
supporting role in a West End
production of Transient at the
Evanescence Theatre.
Migrating from the stage to the
screen, he had some uncredited
parts in short-lived television
shows.
In 2024, John Smith was a role that
he auditioned for. Initially, the role
was offered to another actor but
was turned down due to them
having to go into rehabilitation.
He worked on Unnamed until his
sudden firing from the show in
2026. Little is known about the
reason for this. However, it could
be linked to his current issues with
tax avoidance and alcoholism.
After a measly four year career, he
is no longer working in the industry.
I feel like I am in the belly of a whale right now. That whale is grief... I am just floating around with whatever else is in the whale's stomach. Every time the grief hits me, I try to hit it back to force my way out. Casually just waiting for it to eat me while also looking for a way out. Maybe eventually I can find a way out, like Marlin and Dory did in Finding Nemo, but for some reason, the whale wants to keep me there. It likes my company...
Why did it eat me?
What does it want from me?
Why can't it just spit me out already?
Why is it so dark in here?
Will anyone ever find me in here?
I'm scared. I'm alone.
Hello?
Anyone?
Help me out of here!
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empathy, compassion, sensitivity, understanding, tenderness, unity, affinity, kindness, warmth, correspondence, heart, accord, alliance, responsiveness, concord, union, kindliness, agreement, commiseration, connection, harmony, congeniality, attraction, rapport, benignancy