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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!
(MaGowen’s Pizzaland Monroe, CT 2008)
The caterwaul of the jukebox blends seamlessly with the screech of infants,
and the fumes of garlic hanging heavily in the air.
The true mama’s and papa’s are here, here where the dough flies
the glasses clink; and the Beatles belt out
Strawberry Fields Forever ....
The roar of unruly children,
bashing video buttons to Roll Over Beethoven
pounds into the diners temples, dulled with Pinot noir, Chianti
and pitchers of golden ale.
Trays, tall, saucer-shaped sit beside cherry red baskets
of pristine white bread, as the fire engine red corvettes pull up outside.
The jet-black and chrome model T’s vie for spaces on the asphalt lot
outside the restaurants doors.
Sweet-hearts wait for the cracked, green-vinyl booths
like penitents at a Sunday mornings mass.
Pizza pies fly by on stainless saucer- shaped plates
landing on cluttered Formica tables
dressed with vinegars and shake cheese
Racecars zoom around the game track;
as kids run pell-mell down the aisles.
And, only Mary Lou knows
“Who’s on first?”
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
Written: January 05, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Poem Inspired by the Hughes Turner Project,
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Stars above, a diamond dust wassail, so bright.
Do whisper tales of love within the den at night.
A cosmic waltz where spirits intertwine.
Casting a cormulent bond, arcane love divine.
Your ariose grace in my heart, as a moon, is so near.
Now drifts asunder, plagued with ambiguity and fear.
Years appear as comets streaking across balmy sky.
As treasured memories bedraggle and swiftly die.
Your bel esprit, as a canorous melody so sweet,
A caterwaul echo, a clangor, I can’t avail but meet.
The corpulent sun, a golden teardrop, starts to fall,
As crestfallen memories, a deluge, starts to crawl.
Though we are parted by a desultory cosmic sea,
My seraphic soul still searches, longing to be free.
The disconsolate shift is constant, as a climbing tide,
But in my heart, your Elysian love will still reside.
Empyreal time passes, in a relentless flow,
Yet in my mind, your esoteric image starts to glow.
Though saying goodbyes feels so fastidious to bear,
I find acceptance, easing some gaunt despair.
We shared a planet, a world so grand,
A love so vast, now lost within the sand.
But even stardust keeps within its core,
A glimpse of beauty to recall, not ignore.
The planets spin, on their gossamer quest,
And so shall we, to find our final rest.
Our time together, though it came to cease,
Remains a legend, bringing sweet release.
Though tears may fall as meteor showers brief,
My love for you will bestow some sweet relief.
And in the heavens, as the ages turn,
Our story's embers will forever burn.
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
The bar was dark [bars always are] wouldn’t want to see,
he asked me what I’d drink, I answered back,“Who me?”
Since I didn't have much cash to exchange and less capacity,
I told him I’d have a beer, and "Thanks," but have one with me.
My heart was mush but, hey what’s new [I told him on beer two.]
He said, “Hey sweetie, wha's new? All men want to do is sc*ew..”
Tears ran down my face [as tears will do] as I told him, I had no clue.
Of all the broken hearts he’s seen, he said, mine was the most askew!
“Gave that man everything [I had!] washed his floors and walls.
Painted his G*d damned garage trim, pruned his trees of galls."
Ole Mick he cocked his head and sighed, his expression pitiful.
He said “I’ve been there with ya doll. But, enough of this caterwaul!”
“A mans only concrete attribute on which you may rely,
is the stick between his own two legs, as over you he lies.
If he gives you that my darling doll he’s done..and you can cry
for a man’s, but a man for all of that, and you’re but a bit of pie.
Contest: Confessions to a Bartender
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.
Written: October 1st, 2025 for contest by Unseeking Seeker
Line of inquiry:
“a homogeneous mass of consciousness
God as the all there is, mind cannot name
being both immanent and transcendent
living light intimate in heart aflame”
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A boundless bundle of consciousness —
Not a corpus or clod, it reveals gloriousness.
A syph-like glimmer in the ethereal seam,
As the unnameable divine revels in a dream.
No nook, node, or ruthless throne,
But a delicate, shy, genuinely lurid alone.
And all—immanent in the languid leaf,
Transcendent amid the turmoil of belief.
He is the quiddity of every throe,
the halcyon ululation of the soul’s echo,
A seraphic groove for paradox and play,
frolicked in the motley of night and day.
Mind cannot name what he has become—
a roguish rakish ravel of light,
a gossamer jaunt across the squalor of flesh,
a virile vapor, both burden and blithe.
He is the calix and the caterwaul,
the aureate balm and immersion fall.
The palimpsest of epochs ratified.
where ephemeral truths are petrified.
He lurked in the labyrinthine offing,
a mystic machination, amort and maundering.
A seraphic slipshod in a cluster of stars,
stocked for the sapidity of avatars.
Still, flees from the facile frame,
from the fatuous fruitlessness of fame.
He is the panacea and the pyre,
the effusive ember, the crestfallen choir.
Aloft in the welkin, abstemious and omnipotent.
an immanency virtuous light not irritant.
Yet balmily brooding in the inglenook of the heart,
He whispers, “I am the quixotic art.”
Sojourn here, in this seraglio of soul,
where the aureate echoes of Calliope roll.
And the garrulous gossamer of grace,
twinkles through every vestigial place.
This is a quintessence, quiddity, gleam—
God as the all, as the dream within a dream.
a sumptuous oneness of light aflame,
living, loving, and forever unnamed.
Absurd as it may sound
Appreciate life as it is found
Admirable thought and profound.
Cat on the wall
Caught in its caterwaul
Costly mistake of wrong choice
Emits a purr and a mew
Engineer scraps design for new
Excellent cast of the dies.
Golden blessings from above
Generous dolings of love
Genial nature without lies.
Iris is the window of soul
Iota of envy is the mole
Irritable mind leads to guiles.
Kindly is the heart of compassion
Knock down the doors of ostentation
Kink of the mind conscience defiles.
Orange and apple are unalike
Over these comparison don't strike
Order of creation differences implies.
Lastly, of my wisdom with words
Use your pens instead of swords
Hope all I've said is wise advice.
~07 Jul 2016~
Time Taken : 45 Minutes
Contest: Make A Poem Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Write me a poem using the 21 words listed below
any subject that fits with these words is acceptable
please use a form that rhymes
Poems of 8 lines minimun and 24 maxium
word list
Absurd, appreicate, admirable
cat, caught, costly
emits, engineer, excellent
golden, generous, genial
iris, iota, irritable
kindly, knock, kink
orange, over, order
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