She painted her walls slate grey,
pulled the drapes to shut out the day.
Locked away in a place she calls home,
No longer does she answer her phone.
Although she has nothing to hide,
she refuses to venture outside.
Her sanctuary only undermines,
Solace, sought in self imprisoned confines
No family so to speak of,
If so, there is only loss of love.
The neighbors pretend she does not exist,
Perhaps they tried but do not persist.
The mail man comes each day at four,
To leave her newspaper by her door.
Delivery boy brings her supplies and groceries,
But no signs of life does he ever see.
A small light comes on each night at eight
And burns until very late.
It is the hours when others sleep,
You sometimes hear her faintly weep.
And there inside she spends her days,
Painting gardenias and blue jays.
Her art lays in piles on the living room floor,
Of flowers, birds, and ocean shores.
Reclusive artist who left the world behind,
Tends to the gardens within her own mind.
Where life grows beautiful in paint and pastels,
The chosen solitary in which she dwells
It was absurd to think that an engineer, with an earned degree,
Would be caught in a quandary, like a cat up a tree.
Yet, his garden of orange iris in a bed of golden stones -
It seemed like the little cat, would not leave it alone.
An admirable test of the genius of wits;
A temptation beyond, which our little cat would acquit.
Just a genial, naïve little kitten, without an iota of sense,
Lurking in his garden with no signs of pretense.
A feline with the excellent traits of her breed;
A generous allotment she failed to accede.
Pretty flowers she could appreciate, in a garden easily attained,
Something from which our kitty, could not refrain.
When the old engineer placed a new order, over the phone:
"Kindly tell the delivery boy to be sure to knock to make certain I'm home".
He had dialed a new company with the initials SPCA -
"Strategic Packaging - Creative Answers" today.
When his order came by FedEx the very next morn
An irritable gray haired man unwrapped it, venting his scorn.
Quickly exclaiming his displeasure, to an obvious kink -
Three additional adorable kittens, each adorned in a ribbon of pink.
July 7, 2016 3 days to write
It was absurd to think the cat would not be caught
In the raised bed of orange iris, strategically arranged by the dissident owner.
Everyone would have thought his ordeal would have quickly come to an end,
Given his generous, costly, and obviously what he thought, was an admirable
Display of pretentious proportions, set on the large golden rocks.
Just a genial, naive little kitten without an iota of sense -
Who would soon grow to appreciate the excellent work the owner
had done to keep him out -
Even scenting the flowers with a scent that emits puppy's breath.
The old engineer had placed an order that day for more items over the phone -
To a new company named: "Strategic Packaging - Creative Answers",
quickly clicking the button to confirm his order to SPCA, adding a final note:
"Kindly tell the delivery boy to be sure to knock to make sure that I'm home".
When his order came the next day,
An irritable gray haired man unwrapped the package,
quickly exclaiming his displeasure, to an order with an obvious kink -
Three additional adorable kittens, each adorned in a ribbon of pink.
" Who is your neighbor"
Falling asleep, listening to an oldies station. Elvis was singing, Burning Love;
" A hunk, a hunk of burning love." Played over and over. I felt like throwing up!
In my slumber, Elvis was my neighbor. Partying all night, with his rowdy band;
Looking over, I saw, Elvis gyrating his hips, with a peanut butter sandwich in hand.
Tired of the noise. I got up and walked to Graceland. Facing huge ornate gates;
Elvis looked, and asked, "Are you the pizza delivery boy? I said, for Pete sake.
"No I'm not!" "Could you, quiet down?" I asked. He looked at me and laughed;
He said, " Do you know who I am?" I'm the king of rock n roll, so kiss my fat a--!"
In disgust I walked away. As the pizza delivery boy walked up to the Gate, I heard
Elvis say, " Thank you very much, thank you very much." As he stuffed his face.
9/6/2015
If I were the King of the Forest
I,d have a laptop installed in every tree
a GPS for lionesses
robots for cleaning messes
there'd be no need for marking territory with pee
If I were the King of the Forest
I,d stop this stuff of parading around in the buff
there'd be a law against snoring
silk blanketed flooring
and no loud roaring trying to prove that your tough
If I was the King of the Forest
I,d have a delivery boy deliver my meat
Hunting and gathering might be bold
but what about when I get old?
Besides I,ll eat the delivery boy for my treat
If I were the King of the Forest
I,d have a stylist to do my mane
I,d use the best shampoo
some conditioner too
Hey, if you're the King you're supposed to be vain
If I were the King of the Forest
I,d invite the Whole World for a unique meet and greet
from the bankers to the florists
you can all be the tourists
and have a chance to sit in the King's seat
If I were the King of the Forest
it would be a great and wonderful town
I,d build a fast modern train
with a sign that says, "Come Again"
Heck, I'd even let you try on the King's crown!
Rushing from the balcony
Inside the house
The kid hides under the bed
Mama searches for him
With a bowl of food in her hand
“No Mama, I ain’t hungry”
Says the kid as mama spots him
“Come here, my naughty boy
The moon is waiting for you”
The reluctant kid follows his mom
It’s a new moon day
No moon at sight
The kid bursts with joy
“The moon is on holiday
Mama, No food today!”
“No dear, let’s count the stars
The moon will be out anytime soon”
The kid refuses, mama relents
The pizza delivery boy vrooms past
The kid shouts in joy
“Mama, I want pizza”
Mom heaves a sigh.
... Suresh Iyer