Best Siamese Poems
Pleasingly Plump
Obese, bloated, overwrought with contrition
Lainey hung a chart of each yoga position
Couldn’t deal with stretching
Mice she’s still fetching
She defies my lectures on nutrition
A Siamese cat with attitude was walking down Tokyo Boulevard
Horns were blowing; people were freaking out during their ride.
It’s just a kitten, one of the grandma types said to her night guard.
But he is enormous, a giant, smashing cars right and left he replied.
The cat was angry with his wife, who had run off with Santa Claus.
He was focused on his goal, which was to confront her to her face.
Cars were being smashed and bashed by his angry claws and paws.
Nothing much left for him to salvage, Siamese was in disgrace.
Oh man! Here he comes now the wife said to Santa Claus in the sleigh.
We are up here! Santa Claus yelled to Siamese Cat. Hey! Hey! Hey!
I thought that idiot said “Ho! Ho! Ho!” Siamese cat said.
Not realizing Father Christmas was man with whom wife did now play.
SIAMESE TWIN
By Joel Thornton may 2015
Insentient
Insidious/deplorable
The fecal sediment settles to my sentiment
The sewages now inseparable.
An inability to act
Apathetic and indifferent
Pathetically react
Meaningless and unaware.
Now incapable of disjoining
Fused, spliced to the core.
Combining
Convergence
The gore, the urgency.
The horrible timing
The irony, how unfair.
***** THE SIAMESE TWIN *****
"Womb to tomb" so is our fate
On a day with no date
Meaningless is one without its mate
Both occur once in this state
Their company; sweet sorrows
On the hands of time they are arrows
"Tomb to womb" so is our next gate
Opening to immortality estate
Meets the Judge to rate
Both our deeds and omissions of late
Siamese twin pears 'pon the pear tree
Soaking up autumn's sun
Soon their time to cling will be gone
Frost will touch rose and be done
Bindie Sue, you are
Vital to my happiness
My kindred spirit -
A. Green
Written for my beloved kitty.
It was a perfect day, a sunny golden day.
I felt the gentle sweep of easy breezes,
the music of the wind.
It was my daily stroll around the neighborhood,
my daily clarity.
It was there, and then I beheld the cat,
the leashed Siamese cat, prowling and smelling.
A man clutched this leash, seeming absorbed,
seeming preoccupied by cat rubbing and sniffing,
cat prowling and surveying land and sky.
Never had I witnessed a leashed cat.
This was a way we controlled and humanized dogs.
Cats were always wilder, less human, and freer.
My usual steps brought me nearer to
the cat on a leash. The owner had his back to me,
he seemed unaware of my approach.
But Siamese cat offered me a predatory stare,
ready to pounce on my flopping shoelaces.
I knew then my shoes were doomed,
my laces would soon die.
No, I couldn’t stop laughing.
Looking at Hyde in disbelief, while he smiles then pulls my hair ?
Lying atop myself feeling his baby's breath, chuckling; trying to dream..
Kicking our little feet tiny toes twinkling nursing, love's, blue bottle a sudden
Kiss upon the brow sparkling these joyful eyes reaching, to beauty's sky; rapturous
Stirring deep inside slobbering on my cheek crying, Daddyyyy, he poo poo on me; laughter.
Oh spiracle sight-
will you drop me and break me
lest I ingest of an oxygen taste?
Everything now is indulged ultraviolet
Compounding eyes, allegorical face
Liquid from apples returned to the ground
Nectar envisioned it brings
Breathe me, receive me
It's chemically easy
as spiracle siblings attached on the wings.
Fin flags shiver beside a slightly gaping mouth
Pectorals all aquiver with the body's flicker flame
To rise and fall beside the glass while neon's lights
Blue downward slantings flashed with headlight eyes
Float still against green backing weed
Twenty times the fighter twists and turns
Then briefly all shimmy shivers cease
for just an interlude of perfect still
Floating like a slowly sinking leaf
All peace until the fins and waving trims again begin
All day until the night until turning off the fish tank light
Though dribble drip's trickle sound continues
Through the dark into each day's return
With Siamese still searching
Still looking into mankind's world
For signals from a fish to fight
flatlining
cartwheeling confetti sky
star to soul in angel glow
taste the speed of white rose
light
hitchhike
to the darkening side,
cascading down demon crevice
wings dipped in fiery
river Styx
into throats of molten menace
a frosted defibrillator blast
gliding down a foggy path
raven nurse with hands of satin
sweeps my bed of rose and ashes
her smile...the scent of heaven
the eyes...the seeds of hell
Love and poetry, inseparable siamese sisters ever
MY SIAMESE KITTEN’S EYES
Does my face look blue to you?
Eyes so bright and tiny too
I know your eyes can see me smile
See me coming from a mile
See the food put in your dish
See the bowl that holds the fish
Blue, blue eyes --I love them so
In the dark they even glow.
siamese contrast:
one is a total Leftist,
other ultra Right ...!
They do the tango in the most provocative ways
Swirling their fantails
Splashes of reds and oranges
The water separates, allowing their dance
They are fierce in their enthusiasm
I hold my breath, for I am overcome
Amazed at their beauty and their strength
Excited by their sensual dance
They are warriors of the best kind
Siamese fighting fish