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I am a kitty Cat
and I came to live with a sweet lady when I was five years old
I came from a home where I was not loved
and left alone all day ... oh yes, I was a sad Kitty Cat
the lady took me to the Vet and he said I was too small
for an adult cat, I weighed only five pounds
but the lady changed all that
and soon I thought of her as my mommy
she feeds me wet food four times a day and dry anytime
the wet food makes me silently fart, nothing too stinky
but it is good for me and I have gained weight
although, I will never be a big cat
mommy says I am too delicate and tiny
I get treats too but she makes me do tricks for them
and it was discovered that I did not know how to play
now, I have a scratching post with a dangling toy
a flat on the floor scratching thing, a cat play mat
a comfy bed, a cat pillow, and toys that squeak and roll
sometimes, when I am running fast, I fart
I have pretty food and water dishes
and a pink collar with a bell
mommy brushes me every day so I do not get tangles
and she cuts my nails (I don't like that much and growl)
oh yes, I am a very pampered cat
it has been years now and I am ten years old in cat years
I think that's old in people years too, like seventy
is what mommy says
I have her very well trained to sit on the sofa
and pet me but if she presses my tummy, I fart
she says I snore really loud too
well, if you say so mommy
you do too
as I am getting older I sleep more (a lot)
and the farting thing is worst as it sneaks up on me
but mommy only smiles at me and laughs and gives kisses
I know she loves me very much even though I snore loud
and sometimes when I am totally relaxed
fart
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October 1, 2021
Poetry/Personification/Hello and Meow
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1392-343-01
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, May The Gas Be With You, Part 2
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 10/09/2021
Second Place
Evoke flames of amber and amethyst
may happiness adorn the future
give the minutes a short break
and the mind a couple of hours
forget the flight of the hourglass
- have things to complete later
a shoreless sea of toil and hustle
19.05.2023
Anne-Lise Andresen
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
I wore my mind like a corset—tight, laced, unseen—
while the world asked me to smile with lipstick teeth
and stir the soup without stirring the storm inside.
There were mornings I woke as if embalmed,
already dressed in the hush of death's silk slip,
no reason, no riot—just a fog that would not lift.
The walls of my room pulsed like veins
and the mirror whispered lies in a female voice:
You are failing. You are too much. You are not enough.
I was the soft thing breaking beneath
a century of silence stitched into my sex,
taught to hush the howl and cradle the ache.
My hands shook when folding towels.
My heart stuttered at the scent of soap.
There was no name then for the madness.
Just "hysteria," like a curse tucked under my skirt,
and doctors who told me to marry or pray.
No pills yet. No lifeboats. Just poems or the end.
So I chose the door
that closed softer than the others.
Not for drama—
but for rest, for mercy,
for the silence to finally match
the silence within me.
If I'd been born later, maybe
there'd be lithium instead of letters.
But time gave me verse,
and verse gave me wings too torn to fly.
During one year of my high school (I can’t remember which),
Everything was beautiful in one particular class.
Books were not required.
Only imagination and creativity were
Revered!
An outstanding teacher fresh out of college
Held me enraptured that one entire semester.
Rather than drone on with lectures, she inspired us to
Own our uniqueness!
Zestfully she approached
Each “teaching” moment with interesting lessons.
By having us sit in a circle really listening to one another, she
Opened up our minds, allowing us to voice
Our opinions and then express them through descriptive writing.
Much appreciation I have for the amazing teaching of Ms. Rozeboom.
Oct. 20, 2019
for Chantelle Anne Cooke's "Favorite Teacher or Professor" Poetry Contest
Deep in a green forest place,
where all creatures interlace,
among the lush all embrace,
while mossy vines grow and twine in swirls !
A tiny frog is leaping,
landing on a leaf creeping,
on a silent pond sleeping,
till' a thump sends his leaf into twirls !
A small butterfly is lost,
on a floating thing is tossed,
frog is looking like a leaf mossed,
reflected in water their leaf whirls !
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March 18, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Lind30 Rhyme/Green Reflections
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1440-746-18
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Lind30 Rhyme
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged04/13/2022
First Place
It was a warm, bright, sunny day.
Anne let her two cats out to play.
Pooh, (the rocket), blasts off without care.
Peach takes his time getting anywhere.
Complete opposites in every way,
Agreeing only on the games they play.
Pooh is always in a hurry,
His world is hazy and blurry.
He is older, but dark like night.
So he thinks he is always right.
Always looking toward the sky,
If he gets faster, he can fly.
Peach is trying to see it all:
Everything large, everything small.
Like a turtle- steady and slow,
His world has a colorful glow.
Younger, drawn to colors bright like he,
Living life happy and care free.
Now these two are buds of the best-
Friendship most never would have guessed.
Always an adventure they will find.
Trouble finds them, of every kind.
Today no different, of course.
Hear crying, try to find its source.
They come up to the larger house,
& find a tiny crying mouse.
Not thinking the tired mouse will make it,
Offer a ride, hope he will take it.
Already dark when they reach their goal-
A well-hidden little mouse hole.
Just as mouse is climbing down,
Mama Mouse pops out of the ground.
As they began walking away,
Peach learns a lesson the hard way.
Anne grabs Peach and shuts the door.
Knows trouble, not what it's for.
She tells him, " Don't go out to play.
Stay inside the rest of today."
Mama Mouse comes and hugs him tight.
Anne sees this and makes things right.
Now a hero, there is no crime,
The wrong place at the right time.
04/21/23
"Write a Sweet fairytale for children with good outcome, (nobody gets hurt)...."
Poetry Contest
Entry submit
Sponsor: Bj Legros Kelly
When the sad eyes sink at depth of dark to see
light in the sanctum of soul, still like deep sea,
find where do the tear drops you shed go to lie
at the edge of scorched heart till they are dry.
Mind then comes out of mist to glide with glee
at silky pace like the fleet of clouds sailing free
in sapphire stretch of no end in the seamless sky
where beguiled life spreads wings to soar high.
Tinged rays of the new sun glint the face of gloom,
the revived buds of wasteland plants again bloom,
splash of hue wafts to the soul that shines bright
as it gets suffused with the divine glow of inner light.
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April 21, 2022
Contest : Anything You Want-New Poems Only
Sponsored by : Chantelle Anne Cooke
In garden and glade, the extreme blossom profusion,
And the colors everywhere, in most feral confusion.
The warm winds that blow, all through the languid days,
And the jazzy evenings, gone down in a glorious blaze!
Hot ice cream Sundays, refreshing at the sandy beach,
Seeing stars twinkle lavender skies and eating a peach,
Exhilarated gay wildlife, so evident in bush and tree,
And the lush prolific growth, of many varieties of berry!
Exciting outdoor activities, of limitless descriptions,
And its moonlight magic, with all of its dreamy visions.
The gay colored birds, all resplendent in elegant tuxedo,
That sing golden days through, on the skies of tomorrow!
Written on 6/29/2020
Summer Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
"Why wasn't God watching" ~ from the song Georgia Lee by Tom Waits
Genocide.
I can't remember exactly how shocked I was
learning about genocide
when we studied the Holocaust in elementary school.
Later, I read books about it:
Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank,
My, Friend, Anne Frank by Hannah Pick-Goslar,
Anne Frank Remembered by Miep Gies,
Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl,
etc.
Those books replaced faceless victims,
living long ago, and far away,
to some extent,
with a real people,
in some sense,
in the room with me,
into my life -
so sad,
so unbelievable.
Brave people tried to help,
but ignorance, apathy, and evil
won the day.
There was a measure of comfort -
that was long ago,
that was far away,
I'm not like the evil perpetrators,
good people didn't know,
and, by pure luck,
at least I'm not a vulnerable victim.
At first, I thought history's largest scale,
most notorious genocide
was a freak historical occurrence.
Now, it seems genocide is the rule, not the exception,
repeating in every continent,
in every century,
throughout history.
Have we learned anything?
Do we care?
I don't know.
Do your own research - or don't.
According to Wikipedia,
"a United Nations special committee,[43] Amnesty International,[44] Médecins Sans Frontières,[45] B'Tselem,[46] Physicians for Human Rights–Israel,[47] International Federation for Human Rights,[48] numerous genocide studies and international law scholars[49] (including the International Association of Genocide Scholars),[50][51] and many other experts, Israel is committing genocide against the Palestinians during its ongoing blockade, invasion, and bombing of the Gaza Strip""
At least 60,138 people have died in Gaza - 1 out of 37
70% of Palestinians killed in Gaza are women and children.
100% of the population is experiencing high levels of acute food insecurity.
Is all this death and misery really necessary for self-defense?
Genocide.
I know.
Sometimes, I wish I didn't.
I'm Mark Labbett, ' The Beast '.
I love a mighty feast.
I feed on fear
And then I cheer,
" With me, the show's complete! "
I'm ' The Governess ' Anne Hegerty.
A.K.A. " Old Knickers a Frosty ".
I'll watch you wriggle and squirm
While you recall what you've learned...
Let's see who can escape from me!
I'm Jenny, ' The Vixen ' Ryan,
Don't like to send contestants cryin'.
I'm the Bolton lass
Who brings some class
To The Chase. And I'm not lyin'!
I'm Irish. I'm clever. I'm kind.
But beware, I can play with your mind.
My name's Darragh Ennis,
Pet name's ' The Menace '
Never dreamt I'd be known UK wide.
I'm a doctor, comedian and smart.
I fulfill my roles like an art.
But ' The Sinnerman's ' face
Is quiz genius on The Chase.
To pick my best moments, where to start?
Never underestimate a lawyer...
I'm also ' The Dark Destroyer '
I'll make your heads spin
With my glorious win
And this will really annoy ya!
My dear contestants, you are strong.
Don't want to see you put a foot wrong!
If you're on your knees
I'll put you at ease...
I am with you - " All day long "