This was 1952, when men were too manly to like cats.
Anyway, we were told this often by old ugly bats.
But one day I was stopped dead in my tracks.
By the loveliest woman I’d seen; her name was Max.
Max had one of those faces like Lauren Bacall.
She was gorgeous and lovely, svelte, and tall.
She gave me one of those looks that made me wink.
This was in the days before men had to worry or think.
Would you go out with me? I asked in my nicest way.
She smiled and asked me how I felt about cats that day.
I knew immediately the answer had better be good.
So I lied and told her what I thought that I should.
She agreed to go out, and I had to learn to like cats.
The cat cottoned to me, and was soon curled up on my hats.
When we split up, she asked me to take the little guy.
I said yes immediately, and did not ask why.
You see I had fallen in love with the little kitty too.
That is what good guys who don’t know cats often do.
Best of all, he is a woman-attracting magnet you see.
I take him to the park and watch them running to me.
Categories:
cottoned, cat,
Form: Rhyme
I was going to swap my brain for another
but then i changed my mind
thought i seen a bus
but that was just unfinished business
U something S has come between
Feel that your skin
-----------------under
If crows
killed in a group
would that be a murderous murder of crows
i've always liked the sheen atop the black oil
are you comfortable sat in
cottoned on yet
polly was taken esterday
vas can swap
i will gently crepe on by
hidden by da mask
Categories:
cottoned, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Thermite skies burning through the storm
Hapless waves contort their form
Every whisper cottoned with a foaming roar
Shoreline beaten and eroded
Tryst becomes a love affair
Oiled dabs and daubs
Rinsed highlights splattered with death blacks
Mesmerised by storms eye quiet lack
Categories:
cottoned, poetry,
Form: Free verse
No one hears my silences
none seen beyond my mask
pain hidden by laughter's task
sadness pulls at either corner of my mouth
cottoned coughs explain
the unheld tears
hold on tight to fears
as self just disappears
and blank shadow
takes its place
just behind my face
the last single trace
Categories:
cottoned, poetry,
Form: Free verse
MELANCHOLY
We hit it off on our blind date
Eye candy you thought I was
A bit of fluff I thought you were
Remember the eye sex,
Sweeter than honey it was!
I cottoned on love
And you received it with fever pitch
I loved you to bits, and so did you
Remember how I felt you up,
I totally loved your submission!
You ed up everything
You started playing the field
To you, all we had was fanny Adams
I had the hots for you
My all I gave it.
I forgot I was common and garden
And you were above the salt
I should have kept my powder dry
If you love me,love my dog
Even the fact that I was below the salt
Categories:
cottoned, betrayal, boyfriend, depression, divorce,
Form: Romanticism
I dreamed of a green wonderland,
Covered in stunning leaves connected to the strongest of trees.
Valiantly the Bear Grass covers the dirt,
As if we had stepped in Alice’s Wonderland
Or a figment of Dr. Seuss?
I dreamed of a green wonderland,
Where each body of rolling water,
Created by godly painters,
Openness of their art,
Senses freedom and serenity.
I dreamed of a green wonderland,
One where nature readily greets the needy,
Provides for the independent,
Silences the arrogant
And makes peace within the unsettled.
I dreamed of a body of water,
So large, the struggle of the land,
Minimized.
I am lonely, but not alone.
The sea regrets forgiveness, and swallows pride.
I dreamed of a night sky,
Sparkling with stars so bright,
The sun bows in the crystal light.
I dreamed of mountains,
Touching the painted sky,
Blanketed by the cold cottoned snow.
Wise souls watching the below.
The souls of the ancestors.
I dreamed of a marshy wonderland,
Glowing with light of the storm.
Home for the petite,
Hugging the edges of the water.
Full of life.
I dreamed of a Wonderland.
Quaint.
Sacred.
Serenity.
*Liber.
Wonderland.
Categories:
cottoned, appreciation, caregiving, paradise, peace,
Form: Free verse
The night is asleep with its lamp lit
on the pillow of cottoned clouds
wrapped in sheet of vast welkin
and the breeze running its
fingers through its mane
while crystal stars
like empires
guarding
her.
copyright: 02072017
Categories:
cottoned, night, peace, poems, poetess,
Form: Nonet
Soft mist in air
fire weed white fluff
on a land colored buff
dancing portament'd scoop
by deserted wind loop
speaking of history in fain
sighing to banish past never rain
discern woodwind flute made of apricot wood
reminding thou flowers upper part hood
forging its ancient risen saints
to cuddle each and away faints
thus past will never be forgotten
thy heart yet softens th' begotten
keeps thou fluffy white feather
clean cottoned heather
how i wish to deepen more
for a fluff a buff never close a door
Categories:
cottoned, history,
Form: Elegy
Jackie Hall was very very tall
But I was very very small
I’d shrink back in the shadows for fear of being seen
Because Jackie and her gang were very very mean.
My only time of sanctuary was when I heard the bell
I’d dash out of the classroom, and then I’d run like hell
No one at home knew what was going on
But all my confidence and sparkle well that had all but gone
Then one day a teacher – Mr Perry – cottoned on
He asked me what was happening and from that day the sun shone
The bullying and teasing was stopped immediately
I was overjoyed and as happy as can be
Back then when I was at school there was little support
In schools now anti bullying lessons are taught
So speak out – tell someone and have your say
Please don’t let the bullies ruin another day
J Allison
26th February 2014
And they tell you 'schooldays are the happiest days of your life' I beg to differ!
Categories:
cottoned, bullying, education,
Form: Rhyme
Soft breath winds crossed the field
Wildflowers bending in its reverence
Cottoned clouds in their endless journey
While the brook chattered over rocks
It was a secret place
Discovered on a Sunday walk
And later our place for picnics and passion
In the warm days of spring and new beginnings
Carrion crows gossiped from the stand of pines
Tall grasses hissed around the breeze
From somewhere a ewe called for a lamb
And the sun was gentle and generous
You would be there, on your back, eyes upward
Smiling at all that was
Wishing that every day could be so wondrous
Until the splendor brought your tears of elation
And there was me . . . . sole witness of true grandeur
Found within the curve of your lip or winsome half smile
You were more glorious than the boastful clouds
More radiant than the sun against the brook stones
Far more gentle and fulfilling than the calming breeze
More easily loved than all of creation
For as the earth will one day consume me
So did you so long ago
Categories:
cottoned, lost love, love, nature,
Form: Free verse
that dime that our life can turn upon
what was wanted, been attained, then gone
to pick from our ground, a penny of thought
of that bill-of-goods we sold and bought
yet i don't give quarter or take a bit
life's bill-of-fare, a fair tendered chit
was well worth the price paid for the meal
repast appetizing, an apperceive of appeal
even the plug nickels, so changeably fickle
add spendable cash, little by little
jangling softly in cottoned pocket of view
many possible paths in the future to pursue
now i coin a phrase, of my future's purloin
saving, always saving my hard-earned coin
that these timely baubles, carried all my life
would fill these longings 'til last contrived
steal a way, deal away, life is too short to say
all i'd ever need, any life's part to portray
scene of some endings, some sense of complete
with a discrete life lived, ample and sweet
change is, in fact, what life's all about
our metamorphosis occurs day in, day out
only left, if we're lucky, with our memories
of life's experience and all its vagaries
© Goode Guy 2012-02-19
Categories:
cottoned, inspirational, introspection, life, life,
Form: Quatrain
Those long days gone by
in wisps of Autumn fields
how rare that it was at
Uncle Paul's in October.
He kept the orchard smooth as horse skin,
the grass cleanly mowed.
And the sidesteps were trimmed and
neat, no weeds in his backyard grew.
Sitting within this hunk of splendor
was his cozy cottoned hammock,
a cradle that welcomed me
to lie under a mantle of clouds.
How he would hand out bread-sticks
that were crunchy as his laughter
watching the ivy drop on our shoulders,
then he would sleep in his patio chair
thinking he would never get old--
yet he murmured lightly of warm endings.
For Poet Destroyer A
100 in a ROW contest --3
Categories:
cottoned, autumn, family,
Form: Light Verse
Welcome
The time around filled with juvenility
The season solaced by the aura of odiferous
The world primed with unity
The love lived over by the essence of glorious.
Dream
A life lived on top of the world
A garden sated by the aroma of flowers
A nation saluted with laud
A peace blessed by the solemnity of prayers.
Blend
With the music that dance with your soul
With the rain melded by the rays, rainbow
With the life soothed along pride
With the macrocosm by the end of brow.
Pray
For the day, a prayer unspoken for live out
For the clouds silvery cottoned by autumn newbie
For the hapless longing for a day out
For the solitude by the event foregone.
Adios
The Time you lived today
The Nature that you acclaimed
The earth that you live on
The wishes proclaimed.
Categories:
cottoned, art, dedication, devotion, faith,
Form: Didactic