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Mr. Meow Our Kitty Comic
While talking to our neighbor one day
Our cat Mr. Meow rubbed up against my leg
“Oh there is Saffron.” our neighbor said
“No, No, you must be misled
That is our tabby cat, Mr. Meow”
The neighbor shook her head and raised her eyebrow
“He has lived with us for about a year
We call him Mr. Meow since meowing is what we constantly hear
He followed my husband around the yard one day
We thought he was a stray and decided to let him stay”
“No, he was born next door
With several brothers and sisters on the shed floor”
Just then mama kitty walked up to Mr. Meow and they rubbed noses
Our yards were separated by a few trees and a bed of roses
“We got all his shots at the vet”
“We did too the day after we met”
We started laughing and our neighbor said, “What a little comic mess
Saffron alias Mr. Meow, the little con can be your cat I guess”
Mr. Meow, we discovered was a comedian
My husband and I were his biggest fans
To get our attention he would do a little prance
A hunched back like a Halloween cat dance
Many a day he brought us gifts, birds and rabbits
Without success we tried to break his serial killer habits
Laughing at him was what he liked most
Of course, he could be distracted by a piece of pork roast
During his sixteen years he learned to sit on command
He seemed to realize our dog Boodro got treats if he obeyed demands
We can't help but smile as we think of him
Our beloved tabby comic who always made us grin
Aliens have recently taken over my mind
They're a friendly lot, they are
Obsessed by the pretty women we have
And the love of our fancy cars
They say they're thinking of migrating
Warned them it's not a bed of roses
Got a bunch of yahoos running the show
Amazing the problems it poses
Many of us live in the lap of luxury
Others don't have enough to eat
Power trips are the crux of our problems
We must have servants at our feet
So the choice is yours my alien friends
Don't know what it's like back home
Might think of checking out other planets
This is not the best one known
What is love
What is love,
it is …
the good and the bad,
sharing, learning, comforting,
no sides, no boundaries,
understanding,
even if you don't,
arms open...wide,
mind open...wider,
heart always accepting that
not everything is easy,
the bed of roses comes with thorns,
but you endure,
scars will show,
yet are considered beautiful,
skinned knees, bike rides,
misspoken words, well meaning
badly timed, hurt feelings,
chocolate covered sundaes,
picnics in the park, yard work,
lost keys, little lies, surprise parties,
(when you specifically said no,)
breakfast in bed, arguments,
making love, making the bed afterward,
bad movies, dead cell phone batteries,
dirty dishes, headaches,
eye rolls, laughter, hugs,
poetry,
being far, being close,
sweet kisses, feeling wanted,
nothing is ever too much,
tough decisions, agreed upon outcomes,
compromises, silly string,
looked forward to moments,
tears, smiles, big smiles, bigger smiles,
holding hands, support,
truth, long days,
passionate nights,
taking chances,
dreaming,
rainy mornings,
bad moods, good moods,
really good moods,
candlelit dinners,
promised forevers,
(meant)
hot coffee, chilled wine,
warm affection and
brain freezes...
What is love...it is everything,
if it is you and me
Me and the dance floor don't really get along, but she made me want to tango
So, against my introverted instincts I approached her with half a cup of confidence and the other half nerves
Only to let my lips reach for the words, may I have this dance
A pause of one second turns into one minute before my ears are kissed by a yes
Then we walk on a waterbed for the first couple of steps before dancing on the clouds next to a bed of roses
Pocket full of Posey's
I don't suppose we could let this cupid shuffle continue into the next song
Because I can sense some chemistry, forgive me if I'm wrong
It wasn't my best class in school
I'm the type that likes to let creativity rule
And the right side of my brain is thinking of you the perspective of the left
After the end of the second song, she left
Nothing but a heavy impression on me was left
What's your number is the only question left
So, I turned around and looked to my left
But she was gone
p.s. what a lovely night...
Tradition did teach her believe in unwavering destiny, merciless fate,
Although she strongly denied to.
She aspired to be her own resolute person,
Confident in her own inner strength,
Choose her own path,
Follow her own dream.
A sheltered, protected life - a cozy, comfortable home,
A caring, reassuring family - everything seemed pristine,
Perfect, impeccable and planned,
God-gifted, and intended,
No thorns from the wild bushes pricked her dainty toes,
Life was a bed of Roses!
Destiny smiled at her arrogance!
No longer her path felt smooth, and unhindered!
The gorgeous flowers gradually withered,
Vibrant petals lost their lustre, slowly descended on the harsh floor,
delightful song-birds flew away to an unknown destination,
Didn’t return.
But... she didn’t bend, she didn’t stumble, she didn’t diminish.
Her ardent will gave her the immense power to stand tall,
she watched numerous women surrendering to what they believed their fate,
And her promise to them -
To prove otherwise.
Edited From my poem "Destined To Win" written for "Free Will Vs. Destiny"
Poetry Contest (September 20, 2020)
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
For A Brian Strand - 1073 Poetry Contest
February 13, 2022
Remember Me.
Lay me down on a bed of roses,
For my heart has ceased to beat.
My mind shall no longer wander to and fro,
For I must go to my eternal sleep.
If I succeeded in anything,
Then praise the Heavens above.
For I was just a mortal man,
In search of his true love.
If I triumphed and barriers overcame,
Then speak of me with pride;
For I was just another name.
Another one who died and
If I managed to affect your heart;
In the years you had known me.
Then cry for me as I depart,
But never weep because without me you are lonely.
For I am with you, always my friend
So say see you later, not goodbye at the end.
For it is only a matter of time;
Before we meet again
And then once again you shall have me.
So fight your way through all the pain.
Escape from mourning and live life free;
For every night a hero must fall
And tonight my love, I was chosen to be.
Taken to a higher plateau, way above this world;
To rest in peace, alongside God.
In Heaven I shall wait for you
And once again we shall be reunited.
For love conquers any distance,
That life and death may hold between us.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Roses Of The Field
Village square has flowers of rare coloration
Not appearing in nature
Painted, ugly, plastic without a scent
Aromas are condemned, not authorized by local politics
Illegal in the kingdom and the region
To sell or grow or pick a living plant or flower
Is punishable and the penalty is death
Flowers are the enemy of the state according to government decree
Citizens and country folk must buy their plastic flowers every week
A dozen at a time to help with taxes
To avoid execution for non-compliance naturally
Roses that come from nature have lovely fragrances
If you come to our town wearing one
You will be executed on the spot and planted like a tree
Decapitation is a possibility
People with real flowers or plants are gambling
Face termination every day, but only once
So to the mountain out of sight I pedal day and night
My bike and I hide out on weekends with my aromatic friends
A patch of deep red roses wait for me behind the little orange fence
Next to the brook and yellow shack we hid from authorities
Thorns cause pain but not the same
As government intervention
I touch and smell the real petals on my flowers and they touch back
We must conceal our love from state and plastic fakes
And hide beneath our bed of roses for nature’s sake
Created on 12/17/14 for Mystic Rose - ROSES ROSES ROSES – Poetry Contest
Oh sweet Moon,
So pale and lovely,
I shall be with you soon,
Always right above me.
You are a Lily on a bed of roses,
So soft and sweet,
Like love a letter encloses,
I can hardly wait for us to meet.
As pale as rice,
As bright as a fire-fly,
The same full or slice,
So high in the dark sky.
So far yet so close,
Like teasing me,
Always there when needed most,
Prettier than the deep blue sea.
A sight for sore eyes,
A marble in the rocks,
Always watched as you rise,
As mischievous as a fox.
Oh to hold you my love,
Tightly wrapped in my arms,
Skin softer than a dove,
To sleep together past the alarms.
You wear a dress of silk,
Skin so pale and smooth,
Your skin is the color of milk,
To touch and soothe.
Oh my love the moon,
For now I am alone,
But we shall be together soon,
I think I will be okay on my own.
I dreamt of a world,
A dream which never came true..!!
Not a bed of roses,
Not a house on the clouds..!!
Not a life with out any pain,
Just a life with my friends,
Friends whom i love..!!
Was that a bit too much.??
As I am left all alone,
Alone in the ocean of pain & hurt..!!
Struggling for every breath,
No I don't want to die..
I am scared and hurt..!!
Whom do I call for help..??
As it is my friends who pushed me to death..!!
As my limbs turn blue and Numb..;
As the icy water chill ma bones,
I face a struggle within..
As even my soul fights to leave me alone..!!
With my soul leaving me every second,
My eyes are filled with tears,
As I see all My "Friends" Laughing,
While I Cry & try & try..
Now I am dead & I can say..
Every thing comes true ...
But, Not dreams,
Dreams never come true..!!
Form:
Parents so proud four sons they raised
From the Highlands of Scotland in the pre-war days
On their crofts they worked morning till night
Unknown to them then of a future fight
The Germans have invaded a country so free
Poland was taken, the world shaken visually
Britain declares war as our men enlist
To rid the enemy as the fighting shifts
Europe's engulfed in a feverish war
Many are dying to comprehend what for
Four brothers sign up to fight
Soon a mother will pray every night
Campaigns they fight in, these theatres of war
Witnessing horrors never seen before
In their garden at home on the family crofts
Lies a bed of roses with petals so soft
Then one day with a passing glance
A pink rose dripping red in deathly stance
Their mother turns to the gate she looks
Telegram in hand from the postman she took
With trembling hands she opens with care
Upon reading the message in tear laden stare
Their eldest son in Africa was lost
As many many others deaths global cost
Every day as she passes the rose
It's pink petals bloom her tomorrow's fear grows.
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