In "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,"
I felt my fingernails digging into his back during an intensely charged moment.
I was surprised to see tears rolling down the cheeks of a strong man—he wept!
He sighed! He reached his climax, time and again.
Was it a display of sportsmanship or a sign of injury?
Charlame’ had heard of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.
She wanted to be one, thought she would be famous.
She bought herself some movie star glasses.
Sat on the roof for a while. It was not hot here.
Come on down! Her mother said.
She ignored her.
She was waiting for some fans to ask her.
Guess who is afraid of Darth Cay-der, the cat of all cats?
I am not kidding. Darth Cay-der frightens me, grandma.
She rolled her eyes, and then the dice. We are playing Monopoly.
Tonight in heaven.
Her photo fills me with glee but these heavenly visits are much better.
The angel began to tell me I had to leave.
I am arguing with her. Just a few more minutes, I plead.
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof is on this morning, the angel says.
If you get up now, you can watch it before work.
She convinces me, so my eyes flutter open
Much to the relief of my dog who has a full bladder.
I open the door, so he can relieve himself.
But a blast of cold wind hits him in the face.
He backs up.
Maybe Darth Cay-der is out there too.
It’s just like when winter comes,
You hide your face from the scorching sun,
You look away from the damage done
Only to find no place to run
Away.
You went chasing monsters
But you only found a man
Clutching at the shadows
Foundations built on sand
And the wind still blows
The clouds still roll
Seems just like it’s pulled your soul
Away.
Your not happy in the summer because you cannot bear the heat
Can’t tolerate the winter when the ice in on the street
And Autumn only makes you lonely for the spring.
But you still
can’t feel
anything.
Shivering dogs of war
Cat on a hot tin roof
And the goldfish in the bowl
Is not on speaking terms with you
Anymore.
The cold wind makes you turn your face away
When there’s no midnight sun to tell you night or day
It won’t take you very far
Like looking for the face of Venus
In the reflection of Mars.
Yet,
Your le visage remains in a jar by the door...
And all the lonely people call you...
Elenor.
“50 Words for Poe: Lillith”
Lillith was a cat on a hot tin roof
all coiled up ready to spring
Cat on a hot tin roof
dancing bare feet on a bare floor, cold bed without springs, locked in her own mind, a locked door
you could feel the heat rising off her
like heat when rain hits blistering bitumen, steam slowly raising the atmosphere, electric, charged
She smelt like heat and rain
and fresh cut silver grass and lemonade
Her mind was like the ocean
She rolled her hips as she swayed in her tight skirt
bare feet in a room next to Terror
In Room No.9
Lillith, kind of entranced in her own fire, wired
Turns her back on shadows
in the mirror
Terror’s knocking on her wall
She turns up the music in her mind, higher
She was New
after all
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/dhGETVlOM0Y
“Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.”
“We are all living in an illusion and mistaking it for reality.”
Who Am I
The humble bee, it seems, is me,
(Not the drone, but the Queen)!
Unselfishly I'll serve at tea...
Or pack a deadly sting!
I also was a Judge of old...
Held court beneath a Palm.
Steadfast to God, His wisdom told;
I was a Nation's mom!
Now, acting, singing, also art,
Are, too, my healing oil;
But, Cleopatra stole the heart
Of Aluminum foil!
1.16.2017©deborah burch
Form: Quatrain
Theme: my name
1.19.2017
Answers to riddle: (for those who don't know;))
1. Deborah means bee in Hebrew
Bees serve for the good of others and provide
Sweet nourishment as well
2. Judges 4-5 in the Old Testament of the Bible
Is the story of Deborah: she was the 4th Judge of
Israel...and was called the mother of Israel (good
Read)...
3. Far too many years ago, it was popular to name
Daughters after movie stars...this one was friends
With Elizabeth Taylor and sent her husband to console
Her after her husbands death(they were all good friends)
Liz was filming "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" at the time
Of her husbands death...amazing performance.
But, Debbie Reynolds (Fisher), lost her husband
As well...to Liz Taylor!!
Ouch! Ouch! Hot asphalt
My bare feet barely touch the ground
Like a cat on a hot tin roof
The pleasure of old age
This is good morning only been up twice in the night and not
Stumbled over furniture, his wife kept filling the house with
Unwanted things. When he protest she says he lacks artistic sense.
A good morning because he was able to empty his bladder
Without sounding like a cat on a hot tin roof - yes I know-
Whoever when young thought of the simple Act of evacuation?
The pleasure it is to do so without using
A suppository, the simple enjoyment of the thriving completed.
There is, especially when old, a certain sexual pleasure of
A body that functions, it can so easily go wrong, that extra
Glass of whisky, a glass of wine one should have left
Untouched on the table, with a cloth clean as a cerulean sky.
Today he would only have soup for Lunch and no red wine.
Better be on the safe and alive. But there are moments he
Thinks “what does it matters you are dying anyway; silly man.”
God didn’t give you extra time to read slimming magazines
But to be a connoisseur of Portuguese red wine, that is mild as
Spring and dreamy as a horse chewing hay in his stable when
It rains and the farmer has gone to Sunday mass.
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
I felt my finger nails digging into his back
What an intensified sexual moment
I never knew that tears could roll
Down the cheeks of a robust man
he wept! he sigh! he came
Again, and again and again
was it a sportsmanship or
an injury cat on a Hot Tin Roof?
My Boyfriend is, the Cat’s Meow, a Fat Cat.
He stays Busy as a Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, think of that..
He says the way I look is like: “Two Tom Cats in a Gunny Sack”.
It’s Raining Cats and Dogs but we need a snack.
We were Busier Than a Three Legged Cat in a Sand Box,
but I opted to go for Bagels and Locks.
He Was On That Like a Pack of Dogs on a Three Legged Cat.
I kept thinking While the Cat’s Away the Mice Will Play.
When I got back he Looked Like the Cat who Swallowed the Canary,
He was Nervous as a Long Tailed Cat in a Room Full of Rockers.
Well, There’s More Ways to Kill a Cat than Choking it With Butter.
I got him busier than a One Eyed Cat Watching Two Mouse Holes.
Cat Got Your Tongue? I cooly extol.
When he finally Lets the Cat Out of the Bag,
I tell him to take his Alley Cat Morals and Scruples of a Snake,
and Quick as a Cat, vacate, don’t lag.
Take that Cheshire-Cat Smile and Walk His Last Mile.
© Apr 10 2010
Trod softly with stockinged feet
hallways of righteousness
echo the sound of
mendacity
Ringing hollow on hallowed walls
the brides of yesterday
cry out in mourning
their excuses
Wed in white their vows falling
sweetly through lips tarnished
with lies overflowing
in laughter
While purity longs to be gleaned
on the morning of truth
passing in beauty
everlasting
© Mar 01 2010 Charles Henderson
Inspired by "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" with Burl Ives decrying "Mendacity". This is a light slap
at second chance marriages that are done in white. Although I understand a white wedding
does not mean the same now as it once did.