Righteous sing to the bright star in the sky.
Hymns of faith, devotion and love vibrate
through the entire body, speaking within
one’s skin to the finger tips…blaring while
scaring the long-awaited dreams from their
roost near an old oak in your mind’s chest.
Graceless and faithless villains caterwaul;
the old toss coins into the fountain of youth.
Virus’ knock daily upon my locked door
of which I will never answer those calls.
In dreams, I see paths to the waiting trains;
Toys lay in the dead leaf fodder on the path
a lovely doll’s face, her blue eyes stained
staring towards the musty decrepit squalor
trudging along the dark path I lift my gaze;
Truths lying dormant for decades bleed into
the night sky, creating rainbows in the dark.
The walls of despair hides in the dark
Who can phantom the blood guilt of shame?
One moment there is a smile but the night ends in grief
The nightmare of uncertainty rests in the heart of potential
The mind is captured by the caterwaul of regret
Voices refuse to cease due to the human condition
How can one escape from this voracious world?
She slanders her own name
Individualism screams for liberty
Yet, we're trapped by our own understanding
Trijan refrain
Grief ascends with the rising moon
'neath frosted Winter skies
A lone wolf howls, wailing a rune
desperate for replies
Her mate has died, she must lament
beside him 'til last breath was spent
Parted in death
Parted in death
His body torn, tattered and rent
Grief ascsends with the rising moon
as thorns, it pricks my skin
There is sorrow in the wolf's tune
My emotions akin
To shadowed darkness we lay claim
Eyes cold without a spark or flame
Feeling such pain
Feeling such pain
Love, it's you I seek to defame
Grief ascends with the rising moon
Haunting my thoughts tonight
Who do I blame and dare impugn
with defiance and spite
I would caterwaul to the wind
if death's warrant I could rescind
His life restored
His life restored
No longer would I be chagrined
Merlin the cranky cat
sat around getting fat.
Wanting to be heard
he mewed and purred.
He yowled and howled
and even growled
all with the same result.
He felt it quite the insult.
He snarled and hissed
What had he missed?
He tried a mewl
and lost his cool.
Short of a caterwaul
what should he call?
A tiny squeak perhaps?
Were they taking naps?
Chirrups and chirps
brought no alerts.
His tail-raising trills
brought no thrills.
He wanted dinner now.
He raised a loud MEOW!
Using the magic word
he finally was heard!
Merlin became the Magic Cat
in his tuxedo and top hat.
The other cats took their cue.
“Meow” meant “Please and thank you!”
The moral is if dinner you choose,
learn to mind your Ps and Mews!
Those curious carousing kitties of Company C
They keep me awake, every morning until three
They sing in meows that turn my aged blood cold
I would not care except I am mean, fat and old.
I hear them through the wall, their wailing is loud.
They caterwaul in an enormous crowd.
When they have had too much nip they get even worse
I have no place to hide, it seems like a curse
I used to be able to sleep in my bed all night long.
Because there was no wailing, no caterwauling song.
Company C moved in and everything went to heck.
My ex-husband has something to do with this, I sort of suspect.
I spy on them sometimes, through Kitty Kat Tavern’s windows.
There is a Budweiser sign in there that in neon glows.
I do not know what they are drinking but suspect it is gin.
The more they wail, the more I blame him.
laugh
comical, hysteric
guffawing, chuckling, snickering
cheerfulness, amusement, squeal, caterwaul,
grieving, whimpering, sniveling,
upset, lachrymose,
cry
Date created: 06/13/2021
While Cataloguing Catacombs
in ancient Kathmandu
he chanced upon a Catamaran
from nineteen sixty-two.
He Categorized Caterpillars
in an old Catalpa tree
he grabbed a limb that wasn't there
it was a real Catastrophe.
At night his Cat would Caterwaul
out back behind the house
but he Categorically denied
that he smoked Catnip with the mouse.
He had Cattle on his acreage
and Catfish in the lake
he knew a mighty Catamount
who went by the name of Jake.
He retired to Catalonia
where he grew Catawba grapes
but Cataplexy did him in
from which there's no escape.
With a Catafalque for his coffin
inside the Cathedral tall
they Catered in a dinner
and mourned him one and all.
Emerging from dappled shadows dim
Panther skulk speaks compassion's incessance
Gentlest ally protects all Creator's kin
Hunter's bulk subdued by sweet breath essence
Hot wafting exhale compels creatures
Fragrance soothes universal firm friendships
Mottle spot camouflage flank features
Manuscript of many talents shared intensive
Granted allegiance nurtures frightened
Hundred eyed hide has stealth of God on Earth
In Panther's presence, fears quietened
Caterwaul roar at tomb mouth reclaims His turf
5th October 2020
Written for Contest : Panther, Legendary Creature
Sponsor : Julia Ward
Trijan refrain
Grief ascends on the rising moon
'neath frosted Winter skies
A lone wolf howls, wailing a rune
desperate for replies
Her mate has died, she must lament
beside him 'til last breath was spent
Parted in death
Parted in death
His body torn, tattered and rent
Grief ascsends on the rising moon
as thorns pricking my skin
There is sorrow in the wolf's tune
My emotions akin
To shadowed darkness we lay claim
Eyes cold without a spark or flame
Feeling such pain
Feeling such pain
Love, it's you I seek to defame
Grief ascends on the rising moon
Haunting my thoughts tonight
Who do I blame and dare impugn
with defiance and spite
I would caterwaul to the wind
if death's warrant I could rescind
His life restored
His life restored
No longer would I be chagrined
I hear the distinctive cry of seagulls
Although I am far from the sea
In my imagination I see
A violent sea, with crashing waves
Spray raining down onto the promenade
Fishermen stranded in their boats, awaiting rescue
The lifeboat traversing it’s ramp into the sea
Wheeling seagulls caterwaul to each other
“Today, the fish are too deep to catch,
We need to eat – let’s fly inland
And scavenge instead of fishing”.
As dawn starts to streak across the sky
heralding in the new born day.
Feisty rooster already perched on the wall
giving forth with all his might, he crows.
Sleepy hens, ducks and geese scat for worms.
Low moos emitting from the milking parlour
mingling with the sucking sounds of machines
as they gather the rich creamy milk in containers.
Banging of impatient hooves from the shire horses
hungry for their grain, tossing heads and stamping,
loud neighs and whinnies fill the early dawn.
Soon they will be at work ploughing and farrowing fields.
Farmhouse door opens smell of eggs and bacon wafting,
farmer's wife emerges carrying pails heavy with slops.
As she nears the pigsty the grunts and squeals grow
barging, pushing as they search for tasty scraps.
A caterwaul of noise from the rookery deafening,
as they wheel and spin around the yard thieving.
Slowly as the animals return to the sweet meadows
life settles back to normal, until tomorrows dawn.
written 09/15/2013
contest Nature
There survives a burg, strangled by,
A fume as thick as thieves,
Where soaring glass stalagmites screen,
The adroit aggrieved.
Skyscrapers and broad avenues,
Where vast trains shunt and squall,
Where soaring glass stalagmites screen,
The vestige’s caterwaul.
Where night tide is perennial,
The gargoyles chill and ward,
Aged curves and finials resist,
Thick gnarling walls contort.
As these clouds keep surrounding, my space
I keep walking
Until, I've fallen to deep
Hoping and praying
I have a reachable hand
A ladder, some way up
I wish drum-fires, thunder-cracks and twisters
Would leave me alone
I wish my roses
Had no thorns, as they leave me bleeding
In so many places
I try to rinse off
Deep, deep in the ocean
Rinsing all these scars
I keep collecting, day by day
As, I lift up a voice and caterwaul
Take away my fever
Stop letting me, tumble
Stop receiving my blood
Each and every way I fight
Causing me to lose, my field of vision
Deep in these clouds
These clouds, surrounding my space
My only space
CATERWAUL
A sound unpleasant to the EAR
A screeching LUTE that’s loud and CLEAR
A sound that makes your hackles CRAWL
An EAR-drum pierced by sound wave AWL
A WART, an ULCER; leaves you RAW
No TRUCE, a WAR, against the LAW
It might sound like a Raven’s CAW
A blackboard that’s been scratched by CLAW
A CURT and very CRUEL CUT
Of sound stuck in an awful RUT
If painted it won’t be ECRU
That’s beige in ART if you’ve no CLUE
If drink, it would be bitter ALE
If read, a dark and haunting TALE
It wouldn’t be the cup of TEA
For RAT or CAT or even WE
It’s something that you’re sure to RUE
Right on CUE I swear it’s TRUE
You can’t believe the WEAR and TEAR
The sounds that come without a CARE
It tastes like something you just ATE
Way too spicy, way too LATE
It leaves a taste like old road TAR
Not CUTE; no CURE and there you ARE
CATERWAUL
Mdailey 6/2/12
meow
at still's darkness
caterwaul thud whine snarl
cats hiss differences at midnight
thud growl caterwaul rapid light footsteps
on top of the house wail screech shriek
sibilant with comrades
on shingled roof
meow
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest: Sound of Emotion
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Date: May 28, 2012
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