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There he sat trembling, cowering in fright,
Twilight's pall submerging shadowy form;
His green eyes distinctive, piercing the night,
Body arching with each drop of the storm.
My wife signaled me: "Let's help keep him warm."
She scooped him up, took him to our small dorm.
Cats like to drink milk; he lapped up his bowl.
Contentedly purring, stretching out s-l-o-w,
The milk and the warmth restoring his soul.
Smiling peacefully, our hearts aglow,
We turned in for the evening, lights down low---
Our house guest all snuggly, from head to toe.
Came the morn, bad news perched at our front door,
The cat had vanished, no trace anywhere;
Left us there crying, heartsick and heartsore.
My wife looked at me: "It's too much to bear!"
She fell to her knees, voice soft and so fair:
"If it's all meant to be, why should I care?"
Then as we gave up our last ounce of hope,
In pranced the cat with a mate: He'd eloped!
February 16, 2018
The House Guest
You found yourself in a bind
and ask me if I would mind
You say you need a place to stay
it would only be for one day
The day turned into nights
the nights turned into days
Your entire family is here
and drama is all that I hear
No room left for my thoughts
my stomaches tied up in knots
Kids screaming they want fed
and you never put them to bed
You show up with your brood
didn't even bring your own food
I run out to the store
but you want even more
Fighting you are up until dawn
oh how you carry on and on
No offer has yet been made
I am the only one who has paid
Before it was just me
now it's me and you times three
The place is such a mess
I don't need this distress
Expenses explode once more times four
Let me show you to the door
Dysfunctional you are with your spouse
Just get your family out of my house
Form:
He's an elder now so don't dare forget.
He has special needs and they need to be met..
Always been a hot boy so keep the thermostat down,
or he'll gulp too much water and in urine you'll drown..
Never was a barker but now lets you know.
Better pay attention or he'll just let it flow..
The laminated flooring makes his joints ouch and
his old bones can no longer reach the soft couch.
He needs carpeting or bedding to lie down and slouch..
Those short walks are great but his back legs go out.
Make sure it's flat surfaces with no hills to mount..
A breakfast and a dinner, let his nose lead the way,
and this 120 pd dog is happy and sleeps the rest of his day.
I used to have a house guest
And he never helps me get
Things arranged, didn't clean
Up behind his mess
of hopelessness, depressions, variances and stifles
Live before up on a shelf
Didn't care about others nor anyone else
Didn't have a previous address
Life in shambles what a mess
Was homeless until I found him
Didn't' contribute but I forgave him
No positive things abut him but he's one of God's children
so I had to evict him
Cause all he did was noting positive
Everything was negative
He did nothing to contribute but
Bring him and me down so he thought
He had to go
Depression doesn't live here anymore
He had to go
Depression left and he didn't close the door
I am not sad now, I am glad wow
And the pains of sorrow are left outside
I'm a better person now that I've kicked him to the curb
Depression doesn't live here anymore
Hurt, loss non compassion is out the door
Depression doesn't live here anymore
Git your sad sack non glad rags git'em packed and go on out the door
Hurts, pains poverty skeleton remains none of that lives here anymore
Wrath, strive, confused life none of that lives here anymore
Depression, obsessions, confusion, rebellion none of that lives here anymore
I kicked them all to the curb and gave them a map to the door
I said get out, get out, get out, stay out in Jesus name none of them lives here anymore
No amount of monies, no honey or cute little baby bunnies
Can let me house you as guest here anymore
I kicked them all to the curb and gave them a map to the door
I said get out , get out get out, stay out in Jesus name
None of them live here anymore
Life in shambles what a mess
Was homeless until I found him
Didn't' contribute but I forgave him
No positive things abut him but he's one of God's children
so I had to evict him
Cause all he did was noting positive
Everything was negative
He did nothing to contribute but
Bring him and me down so he thought
He had to go
Depression doesn't live here anymore
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
from anthology " Open Up Your Heart" & "Strong Faith"
04/12/2011
You’re never more than six feet from a spider,
And this includes your car, beneath your seat.
Though you may find him an unwelcome rider,
It’s likely because there is stuff to eat.
They’re normally an easy-going house guest,
Though widows and recluses cause much harm.
My intellect says leaving them is best;
My spidey-sense still triggers the alarm.
I think it’s ‘cuz they seem so other-worldly,
Like some genetic freak from outer space.
I always feel like I’m being invaded
When they are scurrying about the place.
And if, upon your face, at night they crawl,
Then strip the bed and set fire to it all.