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Cats! Cats! Cats!

...                                                     Oh!                  Oh!
                                                       What?              What?
                                                       Do you think of cats?
                                                     We have too many cats.
                                                   At least, they feast on rats.
                                                 Cats. (*) Cats! Cats! (*) Cats.
                                                 What do you think of that?  I
                                                 have seen them with a mole.
                                                 Dead, pulled out of his hole. 
                                                  A delicacy I once was told.
                                                       My cats are: Meow.
                                                 Some big fat- Meow!
                                       Rat-eating cats.  Meow!
                               I never see them eat a bat.
                        I guess at night, they sleep or chat.
                  Cats do not have wings.  They cannot fly!  
               My, oh my, will they wish someday to fly?
            At early dawn it is time to prowl.  Not for owls.
        Meow!   They hunt for snakes, insects, some fowl.
      Silently, sneakily, stealthy, spying, they P-o-u-n-c-e-!
     It’s survival of the fittest, kitty cat style.  Buy a bell.
    You may see them on the ground or in a tree looking
      down. Meow!   Sometimes they will play in the sand.
      Rolling, flipping around on every inch of ground.
       Or you might find them upside down flexing,
         Anticipating their morning prowl.  Meow.
              By and by, success is found.  
                  In their kitty bowl...  Meow. 
                   Smiles!  Meow, Meow, Smiles! 
                        © (© Dane Smith-Johnsen) January 27, 2010


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Flowers Fill Her Universe

Beyond the valley mottled clouds and blue
Invite all strangers into quiet peace.
There sunlight sparkles with the morning dew.

The river hears the loudly honking geese. 
And fragrance from spring flowers fills the air.
Each anxious soul can feel his qualms release.

A quiet stillness floods the valley fair.
Magnolia blossoms show their shining white.
A virgin giggles adding her sweet flare.

While smitten by the golden sun’s daylight,
She challenges desires in her mind.
Beneath the yellow trees her heart takes flight.

Idyllic beauty with God’s hand entwined,
Resounds His message through nature’s converse.
Departing there, good virtue still aligned.

Delightful flowers fill her universe.


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Love List

Love
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Love approaches and does not scare.
Love bears and does not let go.
Love cares and does not shrink.
Love declares and does not shun.
Love establishes and does not tear down.
Love forgives and does not remind.
Love gives and does not expect.            
Love has and does not gloat.
Love hears and does not tell.
Love hopes and does not give up.
Love instills and does not corrupt.
Love joins and does not run over.
Love keeps and does not stray.
Love lives and does not stress.
Love manages and does not control. 
Love persuades but does not discourage.
Love proclaims and does not hide.
Love questions and does not badger.
Love rejoices and does not displease.
Love sees and does not condemn.
Love talks and does not defame.
Love understands and does not misconstrue.
Love values and does not insult.
Love wants and does not ignore.
Love XOXOXOX and does not reject.
Love yearns, and does not insist.
Love zaps, and does not destroy.

LET US LOVE ONE ANOTHER.


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This One's for You

This One’s for You
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Wherever you are, when life seems hopeless, 
And your scrambled essence screams inside out. 
The pain wrenches it’s own form of anguish.
Head harrowing, distant dreams devoured
Fear asks, “Why me?  Dear God, why me?  Why me?

                        Stop!

Release the throbbing hurt; control moments.
Revive the tranquility once within.
Just for a moment, wait upon the Lord.
Let Him hold you.  Do you sense His presence?
Never give up on God; share your sweet soul.

                        Look!

All around.  See the wonder of Creation.
The beauty prepared for you. Please partake.
Preclude pain.  Spotlight God for a moment
He can bequeath irresistible joy.
Never give up on God, spill your sweet soul.

                       Listen!
  
Permit the fear to disappear; hear God.
Cast off your pain in Jesus’ Holy name.
Listen quietly for a little while.
Hear Him; sense the mighty comfort He gives.
Trust His strength to help you and heal your heart.
                                      Amen


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Titanic Forever

My father had been out of work for way too long.
At night, I often heard him and mom weep
Food was scant, but love was strong. 
As was that hunger pain when I lay to sleep.

My little brother was too young to understand.
Still a babe in arms, he brought our only smiles.
I loved to play with him and hold his tiny hand.
It seemed to take away the hurt from life trials.

Then, one-day dad came home all excited.
He was talking so fast, grinning from ear to ear.
He said that our future was well fated.
That we were in for adventure was clear.

It was that new ocean liner, the Titanic. 
Dad had been hired for the maiden voyage.
We were going along as his sidekick.
A family destined for American homage.

In just five days we boarded that ship.
Immigrating was a dream come true.
Accommodations would be a hardship.
But it was worth opportunities…new.

Dad worked as a scullion in the restaurant.
We were housed on the lower deck.
It was a very crowded lodgment.
We stayed together until the shipwreck.

Sirens were screeching people screaming.
We could not find dad anywhere.
Was he locked up as a cageling?
Could it be true; was he trapped down there?

Lifeboats were being lowered.
Mom held my brother, crying.
Dad must be somewhere cloistered.
We all feared a dreadful dying.

Someone put me in a lifeboat.
I reached for mom as it descended.
The Titanic was still afloat.
But my family separated.

The water was freezing.
I had forgotten my coat.
People crying, sniffling, and sneezing.
The lifeboat soon became an iceboat.

Within a few hours, death began.
Shivering, I crawled beneath two corpses.
A young girl destined to live without her clan.
Hidden from polar breezes.

That was the last time I saw my mother.
My mind holds the image clearly.
She, calling for dad, was cuddling brother.
Oh, how I loved my family dearly.

When rescuers finally arrived.
I was the only one alive in the lifeboat.
Beneath those bodies, I survived.
Then, I was wrapped in a warm coat.

I never did see America.
I was sent to an orphanage back home.
Life had dealt a great trauma.
Forever had sunken in the ocean's foam.

© April 9, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  My heart will go on and on.... Free Poetry 
Sponsor	Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver


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a ku ku krazy day

a very loud noise
started ringing from my clock—
I fell out of bed

a bumped water glass
rolling across the hard floor—
I slipped on my head

a loud screaming sound
resonated through the house—
my face turned bright red

my husband woke up
hysterically laughing—
I was on the floor

I could not get up
without someone assisting—
ku ku krazy day

I went back to bed
wondering what day it was—
perhaps, tomorrow

Ó April 18, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  ????.....!!!!!.....Ku Ku Crazy......!!!!!.....???? 
Sponsor	Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver




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The Pirate's Life for Me

I starts me life as pirate, 
A grommet before age twelve,
Not an ordinary bandit,
High sea adventures me delve.

With a Letter of Marque in me han’
And the Commodore for me pa!
I spends dogwatch near the helmsman,
Nerey missin’ me bonny ma.

Old salts tell their gory tales,
Aye, dogs hanging from the gallows.
Punishments for a man who fails
Floggings or keelhaul; blood bath follows.

Scrimshaw hangin’ ‘round me neck.
A privateer by trade,
Flaunting booty on the deck
We’s the scallywags brigade.

Pirateering is me heartthrob.
I dreams schemes in the crows nest.
‘bout takin’ swag from an unfortunate swab.
I sits watchin’ pa from the crest.

Long nines aimed and ready,
Jolly Roger on the mainmast,
Headway fast and steady,
The enemy’s fate forecast.

One for all and all for one!
Drinkin’ grog an’ eatin’ grub.
Werkin’ on the “Morning Sun”
Me father at the hub.

Davy Jone’s locker, me final plight! 
Death drifting in me beloved sea –
Straightway from the dark of night
The pirate’s life for me!

© July 15, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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"The Art of Poetry"

Drifting o'er the fields of time
Poetry flows, free verse or rhyme.
Days of life fill up the years.
Heartfelt poetry ponders life's tears.

Feelings take a formal form.
Where there is joy
Or where humans mourn.

With artistry and wisdom formed.
Stunning imagery meticulously adorned.
Joys and sorrows endlessly prance
Every page engaged in life's dance.

Dreams are born and freely written.
The heart's passions skillfully flow.
Artfully written by a poet smitten.

Behind each work there lives a view.
Mountain streams or morning dew,
Teary eyes with loved ones near,
Are lifted up by loved ones dear.

Memories and joys are works of art,
Written from the poet's heart.
Their joy and beauty, loves impart.


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My Love for You Remained

My Love for You Remained

What torment is there greater than love so feigned?
For despite great pain, my love for you remained.

Thy passions, ignoring dreams, lust sought and claimed.
Crying, all the while, my love for you remained.

Dry promises, from your lips, enslaved my brain.
My heart clung to hope; my love for you remained.

Although thoughts void of hope endured great pain.
As joys slipped away, my love for you remained.

Secret lovers revealed that our love lie stained.
Contrived excuses, my love for you remained.

Friends told me that believing you was inane.
But without complaint, my love for you remained.

Lust, like a lion flaunting his mane… ingrained.
Wishes not yet won, my love for you remained.

Mockery, criticism and anger reigned.
Desertion came; and my love for you remained.

Adoration ended as my heart maintained.  
Defeat proclaimed.  But my love for you remained.



© Name withheld for the Contest
January 29, 2010

Poetic form: Ghazal


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Friendship

Forgiving, forgetting
Remembering, relishing
Incessant irresistibility
Enduring empathy
Noticing needs
Diligent devotion
Selfless sacrifices
Habitually happy
Individual importance
Perfected patience 

(To have a friend, one must be a friend.)

© April 21, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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