Amy cat passed
six days ago today…
FATE took her away
after eleven purrfect years
We offer this tribute with gratitude
for the gray tabby ninja with cattitude —
finis vitae sed non amoris
So kind and caring
So compassionate
Always thinking about others
Always willing to help others
A daughter
A sister
A wife
A mother
And a friend
A talented individual
Creative
An artist
A dancer
A soccer player
So thoughtful
All the time
This describes you Amy Smith
And I am glad you are in my life
Harry and Jerry spotted Amy, the airy faerie
She was perched on a pretty pink strawberry
Harry confided this rare sighting to Larry
Larry wanted to know what kind of berry
His cousin Perry had a fetish for blueberry
Jerry got excited and loose-lipped on Sherry
He told about the faerie to Old Mr. Terry
Was Terry a motormouth Oh, yes, very!
Other questions appeared during a query.
Amy, the faerie flew off for visitors made her weary.
(September 14, 1983 – July 23, 2011)
Here lies Amy Winehouse under a rock,
who tasted vinegar in tomatoes
and took her time to open the padlock
for those entering Home Guard,
who were found below the bard,
let them remember her next fine toes.
August 12, 2011
Once, the rivers ran free and bold,
Through emerald lands, rich with gold.
Mountains whispered to the sky,
Under the watchful, sovereign eye.
Then came ships with foreign flags,
Tongues of steel, and hearts of crags.
They carved their names upon our soil,
Turned our labor into toil.
Spices bled from calloused hands,
Traded dreams for foreign lands.
Rubber trees stood, tall yet tied,
Bound by laws the West applied.
Sultan’s voice turned faint, unheard,
Drowned beneath the master's word.
Hands that built were hands enslaved,
History’s pages torn and paved.
Yet, through the storm, a spark remained,
A whisper strong, unchained, unnamed.
In the forests, hearts rebelled,
Stories of warriors fiercely held.
Merdeka rose with morning’s light,
Breaking through the longest night.
Chains had rusted, cracked, and fell,
Freedom rang like gamelan bells.
But echoes linger—soft yet deep,
In names we keep, in wounds we weep.
Still, we rise, through time’s embrace,
Holding strong to roots and grace.
My Dear Emmy,
I'm in deep Envy
Were you born to be infallible to
belittle me?
your art deco with shiny trophies,
the boy you got is exactly how I dreamt mine should be.
you're the superstar, posted up on my phone
My dear Emmy, you're Sweet, religious and so funny,
But Did it justify that my mother loving you more than me?
Oh,
I try , I try, I try
my best to repress it, I block these voices inside me,
But it's just how they could
cherish your existence and sighed down at mine???
oh
I cry, I cry, I cry
My dear Emmy, you looks like an angel when you worship,
all the hymns sings out along you,
whatever you do is incredible,
All the stars in my town shines for you,
All this is glorious
untill it overshadowed my pride my spirits
and it feels so tragic.
Standing beside you feels like
My Dear Emmy, you
got my heart bleeding blue
I don't wanna be you
I don't wanna be you
Too ethereal to be true,
I'm fine with my mess ,my chaos ,my
art,
An Anguish babe with Dreams, Magazines and Podcasts.
I don't wanna be you
I don't wanna be you
I don't wanna be you,
Too perfect to be to true.
Amy Ingram, who lives next door,
like nobody, you've met before,
always talks with a whirring sound,
and walks an inch above the ground,
all mechanical that's for sure.
She reopened the hardware store,
mending microwaves and mowers,
AI hope for our run down town,
Amy Ingram.
Red capped residents, soon got sore,
said "this ain't our town any more",
but some of us stuck to our ground,
we wouldn't let them shut her down,
I'm just glad I've got to know her,
Amy Ingram.
Saturday afternoon at the shops
Families together laughing and loving a lot
Then evil came with deadly intent
Joel Cauci stalked them with his knife bent
Inspector Amy Scott took the call that day
A stabbing in Bondi Junction where she booked away
She ran to danger in brave duty then
Not knowing how the day would end
She confronted Cauci who killed and maimed
And shouted drop the knife she did exclaim
But he continued to threaten her
So she shot him negating any further evil to occur
There were six people dead at his hand
And another eight injured in Cauci’s deadly stand
So we hail Inspector Amy Scott bravery
Hero of Bondi Junction that day we see.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Amy, Amy, what a voice,
As from heaven,
You’re a jazz singer,
Of the ones we can’t forget,
Sensitive, you felt guilty,
To refuse a photo,
You had too big a heart,
We asked you a hundred times,
How to hunt these people
So they can finally understand?
My God, what a voice,
What love, what love offered,
to all who listen to you,
You said thank you, tenderly,
I say thank you,
O Amy, what a voice,
It’s hard to understand,
I would have been in Belgrade to hear you,
Bye, bye, Princess, big black eyes,
Sing what you like,
It will always be more beautiful,
Only a Bach cantata,
Amy, Amy, what a voice,
An angel, angel in heavens.
Congratulations to Amy Schneider
Who is Jeopardy’s 2022 champion
And to those who stood beside her,
Congratulations to Amy Schneider
Let’s all toast with a cup of hot cider
She’d know the meaning of campion,
Congratulations to Amy Schneider
Who is Jeopardy’s 2022 champion!
Written November 22, 2022
I stare at the phone
It has been seven years
Every time I see her name I feel guilty
Can I do this?
I said I would.
We both love the same person, she and I.
Her mother, my sister.
I put the phone down.
An hour later I send her a text.
I receive one back.
I type out thank you.
She types out you are welcome.
It is a start.
She is my niece.
Six hours later I pick up the phone.
Do you want to talk to the worst aunt in the world?
She says pardon me.
I begin to talk. We laugh. We cry.
Forty nine minutes later we are close again.
“I love talking to you, Aunt C.”
“I loved talking to you too,” I told her.
I was not lying
So God did have a plan today.
When my sister asked me to call my niece.
Go team God!
Your flick of eyeliner,
Tattoo's and beehive
A bit of rock and roll,
something of Jazz or Jive.
Your authentic words
ingrained in our memory
Listening to the beats,
tapping along to the melody.
The sultry, smokiness
the range of your voice,
We're right there with you
the moment you soar.
As you up the rhythm
taking us on a
Nostalgic, Jazz filled ride.
When we saw how they hounded you
We felt that knock to your pride.
Your determination,
uniqueness and drive
Inspired us women,
Man you did shine.
Watched you grasp onto the feeling's
to help release a little pressure.
Inhale the love before it became a bit lesser.
Back to Black when he went back to her.
You sang us through the hurt,
Coming down from the high.
We sang along with you,
We heard your heart sigh.
Walking around a little shattered and broken
A hole in your heart, alone and unspoken
Clutching to something to fill the void
Is it a hunger, a lack of nurturing and care.
When we need it the most hope somebody is there.
10/07/2021 contest- What makes you sigh. sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
dollops of dander
mighty mousers meander—
cats with cattitude
I want to be her memories
That last *** taste
The truth upon the liars lips
The gentle disgrace
Dementia's knowing face
Each tear to nothing
i return
Darkness sheltered in my shadow
She makes me gentle and tender
And so hard to explain
No trickery in her game
The forgiveness of my shame
The guilt that feels no pain
I return
back to black
until you call my name
I walk in the bridge and I see Amy
Amy shout on me than my ear got hurt
I run away from her, but she chased me
Then I turn back and through her in the dirt
But Amy want to hit me, and I ran
Strong Amy caught me in front of small house
I said she’s nice and she gone away
I went to a big mall and brought some mouse
I feel so happy for running away
Amy called me and said sorry to me
I told her to pay for hitting my face
I go back home, I see I lost my key
And I realize Amy steel my house key
And I go home, I drink some milk and tea
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