Long Kat Poems
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Gimme a break from the long day at work.
A piece of mind that doesn't fly by soon as it starts.
Not of discrimination but of a demanding boss.
Time but a snap of a bar.
Gimme a break from negative interpretation.
In terms of being under appreciated.
A smile that encourages the rest of the day to come that much faster.
The commercial before we continue our regular scheduled programming.
Gimme a break before our stature completely seperates.
If only for a moment.
To savor a taste stumbled upon in bulk.
Complex in the pieces we give of ourselves.
Chocolate covered us wrapped in orange.
Fully appreciated in standout appearance.
The smile brought to my mouth.
SHE'S ON HER WAY OUT
Little by little he takes down our tree
it was a magical place here for a while
now every bauble and light begins to plea
please bring me back next year with style
Little by little, Christmas season waves goodbye
down comes the decors, a New Year is on the fly
Its time to collect dreams hopes and promises
and bring them to the winds of a whimsical kiss
Little by little I see life like a Kit Kat Rowntree
and yes you eat the butter and skim the ghee
this year, make a promise you can keep
laugh much cry less, take love to the deep ,
Happy New Year Everyone !
Why are you going to that nightclub again? I asked my neighbor Jim.
I like the way they make their Mimosas, he told me, lying again.
I decided to follow him, for I suspected it was something else entirely.
A floor show started and cute cats came out to announce Miss Kit-Tee.
Miss Kit-Tee I thought, rolling my eyes, at the silliness of her crazy name.
But suddenly she appeared, and my life has never ever ever been the same.
Sultry, sexy, seriously sensuous and suave, I was a goner in a minute.
I knew if I was to have another day of life, this Goddess would be in it.
The way she moved her paws, the swish of her kitten-bearing hips.
I was so infatuated and in love, I forgot to drink or eat my chips.
Every song she belted out, floated directly to my captured heart.
I sent some roses and chocolates the next day, figuring it was a little start.
She is really something! Isn’t she? Jim asked, coming to my table.
“Who?” I asked, it was my sixth night here. I snuck out whenever I was able.
“Come on,” he said. “You know I am talking about Miss Kit-Tee, she’s a kick!
I pretended not to care at all, a devil tomcat’s frosty selfish trick.
She ended up leaving with a Tomcat name of Biker Badly Bitten Billy Bob.
Jim and I agreed it might be because we are both a bit of a Tomcat slob.
But every night to this day, I dream of Miss Kit-Tee when I want to float away.
My dream cat forever and always, even though it’s been fifty years today.
We're going to the kitty kat, kitty kat, kitty kat.
Going to the kitty kat.
Kitty kat farm..
We're takin' a trip.
We're takin' it now.
We're takin' a trip.
Gotta get out of town..
There's lots of girls.
And lots of fun.
Down at the kitty kat.
The Kitty kat farm..
We're gonna find kitty, at the kitty kat farm..
And on that kitty kat.
You're gonna see a pretty kat.
On that kitty kat.
Kitty kat farm..
So we're going to the kitty kat, kitty kat, kitty kat.
Going to the kitty kat.
Kitty kat farm..
Copyright 2005,2014..
Kitty Kat Farm Song By Kim Robin Edwards
ALL rights reserved..
kute and kuttlely
anty and so kuttery
Little Litty Lilly
Loty Lolly likes too
Likes to chew
The dawg bones
When I come home from the office
Kitty Pearl drinkin' at the kitchen faucet
kute and kuttely
Yellow and buttery
Little Litty Lilly
Loty Lolly likes too
Likes to untie and nipple shoelaces on our shoes
Here kitty, kitty
No~ wait to stop that
Scat cat for heaven sake Kat sitting on my hathat
the condescending, contented cat sat on my hideous, hilarious hat
While Little Litty Lilly Loty Lolly still pawing and gnawing my shoe latches
7/9/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Inevitably...
Insecurity walls are closing in on me
I'm trying to give credit to all who has dealt with me at this present time
I'm grateful...so thankful as you can clearly see or feel at the least...
I will shed no tears,
For I'll face my fears
Spiders are on the wall and I'm looking at them in awe because they have spun their web so articulately...it engrains my spirit with fascination so sublime
Curiosity killed the cat they say
God's son is our sun-shining day
I prefer to be enlivened by sincere hope
So, here I am, holding on to the hope rope...nope, don't even mope (I don't feel for your envious spirit)
Confirm with me that you'll be firm with me when I fall away into the snare of darkness that I'm unaware of
The germs of harm has conjoined with my cells of bad blood stream, attaching angst and alertness to my brain of insane and other organs of common and uncommon name - I just need brotherly love...Philadelphia from above...
In a split moment,
I feel regret
Binging on horror movies this night...I wonder where my gut feelings have went...
I'm sin's pet
Remember to have the attitude of gratitude
Graze into the maze of another's life and have sympathy for once in your life...
Cease from being crude and being horribly rude
I can't stand the strife that comes and goes in my life - pass over the dice to me and I'll roll it with my might...I'll show you - my efforts aren't the stinging sensation of a strife knife
The fight-or-flight sensation has occurred to me as I recall long ago (the times of horror that haunts me back then and recalling it in a calming mannerism)
Astonished by your starlet scar that bled in blemished remorse and wretched woe
Kat and grey,
Grey and Kat.
They both love each other
And that is that.
They swore their love would last forever more,
Until evil Satan came knocking at their door.
I'm taking your wife,
No time for goodbyes.
You dare defy!?
Fine, then, i'm taking your sight.
But Grey didn't give,
He didn't move,
He didn't budge.
You're taking me,
Let my wife live on.
At this satan sneered,
As a challange arouse.
You defeat me in chess,
Your wife and you go.
All of a sudden,
Out of nowhere it appeared,
A gold and silver chess board,
Grey suddenly feared
What if i loose?
I'll lose my dear wife.
And that cannot happen,
I would have no life!
Satan made a move,
And Grey did a follow,
Satan seemed nervous,
That Grey could see.
Grey saw that nerves fogged Satan's thinking.
He easily won,
He took his Wife out for the evening.
Form:
I remember her garments of assigned spiritual gifts.
I remember her beautiful fashions and modeling shows.
I remember the first book she wrote and published.
I could never forget her Gospel meetings.
Her magazine was an unforgettable magazine.
In one sense, one could reckon her garments to be
permeated with a fruit of the spirit; and putting on
a garment could symbolize putting on a spiritual fruit.
This was indeed an art form, poetry walking across a stage.
Yes, I call to remembrance those fruitful and
productive years. That picture of the little boy
on the cover of 'Hope Magazine' was priceless, and
it spoke volumes. If I can remember all these things
about Kat, I have no doubt that it is impossible for God
to forget her and her unique brand of Christian ministry.
I also remember her adversities, challenges, and trials.
I cannot forget her illnesses nor her walking through the
valley of the shadow of death. None of God's servants has
ever been put on the shelf in the way we deem 'on the shelf'.
God is Sovereign and works in mysterious ways, His wonders to
perform. God is not one to be locked into a form or pushed into a
corner. Truly, like the song says, He is always working. Whether we
find ourselves on a shelf, or on a stage communicating Christ, or flying
across the sea to reach lost souls, God is always working. Furthermore,
God is presently working in, with, for, and through Kat. Also, you and me.
082422PS
Tribute to a fashion designer
Can you believe my fantasy girl is Kat Von D?
I’d lay down for hours to let her tattoo me.
She’s hot and gothic at the same time,
As her needle pierces skin, her ink flow rhymes.
A great portrait artist wearing jet-black gloves,
That goes with the style that she’s so proud of.
I get lost in the stars tattooed around her eyes.
Her sexy inked skin bearing a black-toned guise.
http://tlc.discovery.com/tv/la-ink/la-ink.html is the link,
And she’s the beautiful host of LA ink.
Nestled in her tattoo shop is where I’d like to be,
Can you believe my fantasy girl is Kat Von D?
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Inspired by Christie Moses’ Fabulous Fantasy Contest