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Details | Enclosed Rhyme |

Kittens and Butterflies - Collaboration with Chris Green

The morning aches like bricks today And every step I take, my feet Feel entangled in wild weed I will not leave, I think I'll stay A weight as much a mountains thick Upon my shoulders burnt and bare Entombed inside, I do not share Alone I bend beneath the brick I reach the wooden chair outside And sit... and sigh... a kitten's meow She wants some food, I don't know how... She doesn't care, stares hungry-eyed I watch her chase a butterfly Her spirit reaches out to me When suddenly a smile I see Upon my face, I don’t know why I bring my coffee to the chair To watch her play so fancy free The mist lifts from my mind, a bee Hums summer songs in morning air It’s now I find my problems so Are few are farther in between Enlightened by this morning scene I feel I’m free to let it go *** Augustus 11, 2017 Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Pantoum |


They tickle my nose with their vibrant wings I stretch in the sun; I’m ready to play Butterflies are gentle they don’t have stings I love to have fun on a sunny day I stretch in the sun; I’m ready to play When a butterfly lands on my pink nose I love to have fun on a sunny day Watching butterflies settle on a rose When a butterfly lands on my pink nose I jump and the butterfly flits away Watching butterflies settle on a rose I hope they will return and play some day I jump and the butterfly flits away Butterflies are gentle they don’t have stings I hope they will return and play some day They tickle my nose with their vibrant wings Contest Kitten and Butterflies Sponsored by Eve Roper 03~12~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative |

Home Awakens

The house sits silent. 

All but for the creaks and groans 

as the house settles on it’s aging foundation. 

The arthritic sound of wood. 

A faint hum from the refrigerator, 

is the backdrop, to the passing of time 

from the Grandfather clock in the hall. 

A cat sits on the stairwell landing. 

A silent witness to the night. 

It’s green eyes glowing softly, 

within the slash of moonlight. 

The gentle sounds of sleep 

come from the rooms above. 

The slow steady drip of a faucet, 

the only sound within the home. 

A breeze sweeps through an open 

French door, billowing, gauzy curtains. 

Carrying with it the scents 

of Honey suckle and Rose. 

The wood rope swing that hangs 

from the gnarled tree, is caught 

up in the nighttime breath, to cast about. 

The old rope squeaks it’s protest. 

The wind in the leaves rustle out 

their own soft song.  Singing to sleep 

the birds and small creatures of the day. 

Welcoming the night hunters. 

As the night passes and the sun begins to rise, 

so too the house awakens. 

The cat uncurls to stretch 

and head out the open door. 

the drip of the faucet, 

is now a steady stream, 

Washing off a face of sleep. 

From the kitchen, comes the smell 

of coffee freshly brewing. 

So starts the new day. 

The sun will ride this day's sky, 

to set once again. 

The house will settle anew, 

welcoming the night time stage. 

Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Playful Day

The sun shone  brightly
On this breezy spring day 
A  black cat stalked  a yellow bird in play,
As he stepped lightly across the fields of hay
 Covered with dew , Alarmed , the bird flew 
Leaving the cat with nothing to do 

The sun shone brightly 
on this breezy spring day 
As the mouse appeared suddenly 
through the field of hay
And once again the cat turned to play 

Copyright © jim joyce | Year Posted 2012

Details | Narrative |

Mischievous Cats

Bella and Shadow nestled in their woven beds on the cat tree Bella stretches out her legs and purrs. “Psst, Psst. Hey, Shadow, are you up for some fun?” “Sure!”, Shadow purred, “What do you have in mind?” “Let’s go tease Peeddie. Let’s see how far he can stretch from his leash. He is always eager to see us come near, a stretch from his leash, whip lash for him.” Together, bolting for the stairs, they waited, looking around. Out the pet door they hurried, down the porch steps and started across the yard. Shadow caught up with Bella. They crept ahead with a mission, staying low, using the bushes for cover Peeddie lies basking in the sun sleepy against a stake driven firmly into the ground, instead of his pillow inside his home. Bella and Shadow creep forward through the mulch beneath the bushes, a twig snapped off to one side Bella stared at Shadow and whispered, “Hush! We don’t want to warn Peeddie we’re close.” Peedie, arose when he heard the snap, saw the two cats, with precision, unleash his position “Uh-Oh!” Bella hissed and spat “W-h-a-t? Oh my gosh! ,” Shadow said, and somersaulted back home For it had rain the night before and the ground became so soft, Peeddie had pulled out the stake Bella and Shadow bolted across the yard back through the pet door up the stairs They found out it was better to sleep like a mouse and let sleeping dogs lie Moral of the story Leave something alone if it might cause trouble.

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold

Copyright © Fierce Malilangwe | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Tom Thumb (The Cat)

Tom Thumb, with split ears and abscess,
came to us on an autumn night.
A feline atlas with alley hard shoulders,
but a calm, cool warrior nonetheless.
Named for his Hemingway mittens,
an irony of bulk to literary lore,
for he surely would make a short meal
of a murine steed fit for a King’s jester.
His years of wrangling had earned him,
A craggy pelt of scars under a crooked halo,
all wrapped up in a ripe orange hirsute fleece.

There was something about that gnarled old pumpkin,
that found our hearts warm and happy to have him.
Though his life had been hard, he was quick to find
my Mother’s lap to be a very restful place.
Dear Tom spent the better part of a decade in our home.
The years of ease softened his shoulders,
and hastened his purr, though he still had spunk.
The leaves of autumn learned to be weary of old Tom,
for he would shred on sight, the first leaf to fall.
As the years passed, the warmth of the sun,
found more often, Tom sitting with closed eyes,
enjoying the feel of his crimson fur.
Until an afternoon, late in the harvest season, 
poor old Tom had been sick.
He sat proud in the sun for one last long sun bath,
warm as our hearts between his apricot strips.
Bast came for her brother the very next day,
to fetch him off to the land that never forgets.
“Fare-the-well dear Tom and may the autumn leaves,
suffer your claws for as long as the sun never sets.”

Copyright © Beau Regard | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |

In The Midnight Moonlight

Hey there midnight.
How was your day?
And how goes the night?

Lay there and sleep tight.
We're just as afraid
as we all are alright.

So light me up a fire
while we sing along the wires
with a choir who desires
to deserve some peace and quiet...

Tonight is midnight.
Where the sun fades away
in the shade of moonlight.

So goodnight and dream bright.
Like the clouds glow with jade
in the midnight moonlight.

Copyright © Jorge Tuazon | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |

Cat Power

A sensitive renegade loosed on stage
Hardly there, for the sake of the masses
Occasionally prone to heartfelt rage
As smooth and sweet as sorghum molasses
A sideways clench sings out a yawning drawl
Twinkling fingers walk edges of cliffs
Striking low action to sooth and enthrall
Baring the entropy measured in fifths
Calling the people to wake from her dreams
Spinning in whimsy and alternate forms
Shifting like dust that dances a sun beam
Caught in the downpour of each lover’s storm
Tracing out lines from inside her visions
Penned reflections of folklore collisions

Copyright © andy thomson | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Love's, Kiss Of Lucidity

Dreams idyllic so weaved....

The sun yet to rise amid the still of an ancients early morn ~

With a train passing by upon this the first day in another falls arrival 

And, a little black cat befriended as of late inching nearer now

Hoping for a moment in kindness, a morsel of food, a stroke aneath warmth

Creation touching creation; lucidity; kisses of love....

Gazing into my beautiful Fathers eyes and all which becomes as light ~

Deep inside sidereals mirrored reflection that I find, heavens ever reaching

To caress these spirits and bless their heart; this heart

Searching for the key in this breath to be free ~ As a baby doe

Listens closely unto the hunters explaining just why it is that

They hunt to stock in craft to slay, their innocent precious loved ones?!

While off the little cat goes amid the great unknown yet known; always

Knowing; as the sun makes its way to greet the life of a new borne day

Anointing these eyes and spirits and hearts and souls so weaved ~

Ancient; that they may find as a dream this key within, a mirrors reflection....


....“Idyllic Creations Ever Reaching ~ `Loves, Kiss of Lucidity`” *

Copyright © John Rhinem | Year Posted 2012