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Hello, I am a praying mantis from the tropics,
a killer really, once I bit off the head of my lover;
and then I ate him, yummy and then I was caught,
I ended up in a pet store until one day she bought me.
I am a strange pet for a girl to have and love,
but it is so, few people realize we make amazing pets;
no weirder than a rat or ferret or snake.
My species is known for courage and fearlessness,
in ancient times we were considered supernatural gods;
but I have no powers except my praying posture,
I like to be perfectly still with my for arms folded in prayer.
Usually my girl feeds me small insects she finds,
once when I was on a stroll I reached into her goldfish bowl;
and ate her goldfish, oh my, was she upset with me,
I like to grip her finger with my long legs.
One day I escaped into the garden, oh delight,
I ate a bunch of bugs by ambush and camouflage;
you see I am the master of disguise,
I can blend into the foliage and any background.
My girl found me when I was trying to resemble a flower,
she said I was a giveaway with my two bulging eyes;
(and three small ones) darn it anyways, almost had freedom,
but in truth I love my girl and the lovely nest she made for me.
She has made it look like my tropical homeland,
with a heater and plants on which I crawl and pray;
there is never a lack of bugs to eat and I do love the light above,
so yes I am an odd pet for a girl to love;
but she calls me beautiful and that makes my wings flutter,
and I go into my praying poise for her to praise . . .
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August 12, 2016
Poetry/Personification/Praying Mantis Pet
Copyright Protected, ID 16-817-962-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Emirati Glitterati…sold their soul
All for an arty farty party so dull
Each troll got a very simple goal
Going for gold their Faustian role
Befriend astro knoll on pretend atoll
Look at me vanity but never a lull
Narcissist fantasy look like a doll
Maybe botox detox don't annul
Tax free captivity in goldfish bowl
Not like before well war takes its toll
Rakes get the shakes out of control
Save me plea on every single scroll
Fakes & flakes on the make must cull
Hard not to laugh at whole rigmarole
Tragic they chose their Arabic hellhole
Goodbye to Dubai magic back to Hull
Mull over becoming a prole on the dole
If there was a poll would say Tres Drole
Or on insular influencer peninsula "LOL"
pond haiku ponder
coping with isolation
as an oasis
pond still, mirroring
dark clouds in the sky above
foreboding forecast
ripples radiate
out to the edge of the pond
bounce reverberate
surface waves ripple
images of trees on pond
ghostly wind revealed
the pond an island
in an ocean of dry land
verso about-face
the pond microcosm
trapped in tiny goldfish bowl
lives life as it is
land animals drink
from the pond without caring
what fish do in it
the pond a pockmark
on the complexion of earth
beauty spot when full
pond is frog heaven
prison for fish shrimps and snails
safe haven for birds
I think you would have found sociology agreeable.
The chapters jump right into the heart of the matter and do not cause you to stray wondering--spelled with an 'o' not an 'a'--as 'stray' would have clued you in, ... and I wouldn't suggest psychology.
Why not? You'd pass out in the hallway fronting the classroom door. You're still young enough, and you should give sociology the benefit of your doubt to its full measure.
Why did you tell me--back to school, me, I mean I'm not like you. Jane stop. Don't measure me to you, but measure yourself owned outright--firstly, by not putting yourself down.
Why sociology? Because of your verbal reactions to my points relating to the matter.
Yours is one of wonder--again spelled with an 'o,' you'll quickly learn how not to swim endlessly in a goldfish bowl wandering--with an 'a,' going from end to end realizing no corners that would bear points, reasons going in a circled bowl, wondering, now with an 'o,' of an open ocean, and endless swims each bearing a point of interest to a goldfish, who's now left to wander----------with an 'a'-----------smart girl.
The goldfish scenario is a hopeful suggestion, unlike Clint's objectives. Why say it like that? Well, I'm flattered ... to be used, Jane!
And, I am not placing that vacant ruse in the brevity of our encounter, for I am including you Jane, and the five times that fellow workers made that arduous journey to your Shang-Gri-La invitee and our office poor water cooler, ... had to cool down.
That Sociology book, though it's been a few years, it should still be in use or at least in circulation, that is, if you pass on the sitting purview.
Satisfied cat can sleep at the drop of a hat.
She can squeeze herself into those, this and that.
We find her asleep this morning in a goldfish bowl.
She is snoring away, like a fisherman without a pole.
Yesterday she was asleep in my underwear drawer.
She patted down my unmentionables until they were sore.
The day before she was asleep in a milk crate outside.
Luckily we knew she sometimes chooses this place to hide.
Our cat is unruffled, she can sleep anywhere.
With loud snoring sounds, she shows no one a care.
She is the cat who only puts up with us two times a day.
When were put out her kibble or put water in her electric tray.
Far far away
Solitary existence;
Lakeside pagoda
~~~~~~~~~
August going away
Bumper harvest;
Mangosteens and durians
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Because she loves me
Moving commentary;
Grumbles at something
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Garden snail
Crawling at my feet;
Doing your rounds
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Show flat visit
Buying a new house;
Location fits budget
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Lovely moonrise
Sends me messages;
Love forgets pain
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Feverish flu attack
Body senses dreary;
Mental whiplash
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Strong medicine
Moon dancing sky;
Dizzy focus
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Bourgainvillea
So many colours;
Enjoying the sun
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Bush scrub hedge
Nice array fencing;
Outside from inside
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August rain
Wet ink stains;
Moving haiku
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Motionless
Carp in this lake;
Calm in swift current
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Secular world affairs
Conflict hammers;
Non-negotiable stance
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Sit quietly still
Wait for word pulse;
No haiku moment
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Images in a dream
Misty morning pattern;
Awaken unremembering
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Goldfish bowl
Two swirling fishes;
Romantic interlude
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Birthday sunrise
Twenty-nine today;
May blessings abide
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Joy fills my heart
Sorrow is too great;
Purge now all burdens
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
29 August 2014
Singapore
1) Pick up the cat and cradle it in the crook of your arm as if holding a baby. Position forefinger and thumb on either side of the cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As the cat opens it's mouth pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow.
2) Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in arm and repeat process.
3) Retrieve cat from bedroom and throw away soggy pill.
4) Take new pill from package and cradle cat in left arm holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut and count to 10 .
5) Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe.
6) Kneel on floor with cat firmly wedged between knees. Hold front and rear paws ignoring low growls emitted by cat. Get partner to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.
7) Retrieve cat from curtain rail and take another pill from the package. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set aside for gluing later.
8) Wrap cat in a towel and get partner to lie on top of cat with head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in the end of a drinking straw, force cat's mouth open with pencil and blow down the straw.
9) Check label to see if pill is harmful to humans and drink a pint of beer to take the taste away. Apply band aide to partner's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.
10) Retrieve cat from neighbor's shed and get another pill. Open another beer. Place cat in cupboard and close door firmly on neck. Force mouth open with dessert spoon and flick pill down throat with elastic band.
11) Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges.
Drink beer, fetch bottle of Scotch, pour a shot and drink. Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect, then toss back another shot.
Throw away remnant of T-shirt and put on a new one.
12) Take cat to vet and get him to give cat the pill.
I was seven, barefoot in the hallway,
nose pressed to the brass knob of the guest room—
she’d left the key out,
but I wanted to see through,
the way you want to see the belly of a piano,
strings naked, all hammer and throat.
The maid caught me,
her voice full of linen snaps and starch—
What are you doing, Miss?
I lied. Said I was looking for the cat.
There was no cat.
Only the shimmer of her hair under her cap,
and the broken goldfish bowl of my curiosity,
spilled on the carpet of my chest.
That night the sky turned dark like a locked door.
I thought about the keyhole,
how it had looked back at me.
How secrets sit still like fish
in the murk of people’s lives,
waiting for someone small and stupid
to come tap the glass.
And I,
with my hollow hands and soft mouth,
wanted only to know
what lived behind things.