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Dance tonightl at the all girls Catholic high school.
Come on join us tonight, we are all looking cool,
New leather saddle shoes, bright, white ankle socks.
Hair high in a pony tails with satin ribbons, we were ready to rock.
Jackie's pink Angora sweater, soft as a baby kitten.
How she longed for Tommy across the dance floor, with whom she so was deeply smitten!
The nuns were on the sidelines to be sure nobody did not dance too close.
The music began and all hearts to the ceiling, mightily rose.
Tommy was coming toward her, his cheeks all blushing, a gorgeous shade of rose.
Jackie jumped up in that twirly gray poodle skirt, heart pounding like a gigantic firehouse.
The gym was not dark or romantic in anyway.
After all, the priests and nuns were there to be sure their bodies, did not close-
in any sensous way.
"In the Still of the Night," by the Satins, was the love song of the night.
"Hound Dog" by Elvis, put the nuns into a state of religious fright.
The boys were perfect gentlemen and oh,so sugar sweet.
The girls found them delightful, more than the best filled, confectionary treat.
All too soon,this dashing dance evening did end...
Some went home with parents, but the luckier girls went in '56 Chevy Bel-Air ragtops, a most popular trend.
March 9, 2020
Kim Rodrigues Dance Contest DWM
~ Placed Second ~
Thank you, Kim!
Oh, foolish man! I told you I'm not a clinger
Don't grab my tail 'less you want to be bitten
and if at me you keep pointing your finger
I'll show you the contempt of an angry kitten
Be off with your horde and their petty assails
or I vow to scratch the eyes of those with you
whose fatty buttocks are blubbery like whales
Your gaggle flings vile insults as you pursue.
My whiskers are trimmed and yours are scruffy
You know what I mean when I spit and hiss?
You're not insulting me when you call me Fluffy
I'm an aristocratic feline. I only answer to Priss.
If you draw nearer, I'll swat you with my paws
Keep your dirty hands off of my marmalade coat
or I swear I'll scratch you with unsheathed claws
For your insolence there should be an antidote!
To seem more relevant
maybe to appeal to the
needs of so many
sort the best
from the rest
some they don't get any
all for me
and none for you
thats aint nice
or cool
Share the stakes
eat the steaks
thats the golden rule.
Fiddle dancing
Horns for romancing
a groove bas
keeps the singer in tune
modest background singing
Ah question
ah ring and
maybe a sultry honeymoon
aint no question
maybe I'm guessing
we should be amused
I'll call you Honey
a lovely day
it's sunny
tonight our
Honeymoon
Blackberry and Champenge Drink
with sugar or honey
champenge and
rosemary spriggs
Time-worn and hanging there, for many years,
next to the newer, thicker, standard ones-
it stares at me and stirs fond memories
of how much joy it brought to her back then.
With large green eyes, that look a little sad,
as if to say it misses her and all
the hugs and kisses it received- although
was not used much as its intended role.
Oh, sweetest, kitty potholder, how you
amused my little granddaughter those days.
You were the first thing she would want to find
when visiting- and straight to you, she'd run.
Your kitten shape, with whiskers, pointed ears,
and cozy opening to place her hand,
engaged her little mind, as she'd pretend
you were her pet to take care of and love.
Now, more than twenty years, it still hangs there-
no way that I can move it from its spot.
Such memories of when she was a tot,
who held you, kitty- close against her heart.
April 23, 2020
Contest: Potholders
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
‘Tale of a Homeless Cat’
What an outstanding sunrise, that eventful day!
But I feared to see the clouds turn steel gray.
Then, the scary sounds of thunder!
It’s been months, since I lost my way…
Rain, tapping the joy of my soul away.
A homeless cat, I ran for dry shelter in the pounding hail!
Unloved and unwanted, I stared at families, behind windows, glowing!
Hungry, wet and wanting to be loved, but no one looked back.
In the lonely yard, pounded by cold hail, like hammers.
Lucky was I, to find a teeny, crying, calico kitten.
I put my moist, auburned paws about her.
She snuggled benath me for protction.
I remembered,once I had a mother.
But, they gave her away, to another?
Then, today, like a glorious dreamy, miracle,
There, the backdoor opened like a warm haven.
A welcoming woman, invited us, cordially in,
To her fireplaced home…we had found.
Almost like a flower, that grew out of the ground,
We fell asleep on warmed,plaid blankets.
Before her homey fireplace, for us she had lit.
Gosh, such a caring, sweer angels like her..
Before God, one day, with a crown of gold she will sit!
We knew at her loving feet, were blessed, to find bliss!
She was a humble poetess, don’t you know?
In her loneliness, aye, those hands we would kiss!
On sunny days.we cheered her on.
Popular she was not, but humble writing to us?
Her adopted fur babies, was just true lbliss!
3/19/2025
Wild kitten hides in the long grass.
Wild kitten hunkers for a kill.
Wild kitten plays with his tale.
Wild kitten trembles in the wind.
Wild kitten crawls along the ground.
Wild kitten sleeps so sound.
Wild kitten was so lost but now I have found.
Wild kitten looks into my eyes.
Wild kitten can tell no lies.
Kitten of mine he will be.
Kitten sleeps in my hand.
Kitten plays with my heart.
Kitten loves his new start.
Kittens eyes are so sharp.
Friend of mine he has become.
Cat is my shadow, waits for me.
Cat demands my knee, my company.
Cats always there for me, purrs to set my pain free.
Cat love you I do because I know you love me.
In the streets he roamed, a tiny black kitten,
With three paws, but four legs, his spirit unwritten.
Found by kiddos concerned, their hearts touched by fate,
They scooped him up gently, his rescue innate.
With eyes full of wonder, a soul pure and bright,
This little feline brought hope, like a guiding light.
A new home he found, amidst love and grace,
A family embraced him, his heart found its place.
Phoenix, they named him, a symbol reborn,
A testament of strength, through darkness he'd worn.
His ebony fur shimmered, like a midnight's delight,
His presence enchanting, a mystical sight.
His purrs filled the air, a soft lullaby,
As he curled up content, under starry sky.
His three paws didn't hinder, his playful endeavors,
He leapt with such grace, as if wings he'd discovered.
From lap to lap, he'd prance, a bundle of joy,
Bringing laughter and warmth, no sadness could destroy.
In this newfound haven, his spirit thrived,
He taught them to cherish, to truly feel alive.
And so, little Phoenix, the tiny black kitten,
With his mismatched limbs, he'd continue to brighten.
His journey, a tale, of resilience and love,
A reminder to rise, like the sun above.
From the shores of the rivers running;
Down through the mountain, tops;
Come on board to quieted blessedness;
Come in from the rains and the storms;
You will find
You will find
You will find, peace and quietness
But most of all you'll be heavenly blessed
for your in the
CALM
Come on in the ever presents, hush;
No need to worry, nor you don't have to rush;
There are blessings here, peace and joy and happiness
come in from the rains and the storms;
raise your hands and arms;
Let's rejoice don't be alarmed. . . (in the.....)
CALM
Calm your soul, Jesus will make you whole;
Calm your life, relax, breathe in the heavenly brezze be free, be free
Come in from the rains and the storms;
You will find
You will find
You will find, peace and quietness
But most of all you'll be heavenly blessed
for your in the
CALM
Quietness in the ever presents hush
Peaceful melodies as leafs falls from the trees;
A beautiful techno dimensional melodies colors variants in it's intensities;
Doesn't take God long to usher the. . .
CALM
Come on board to quieted blessedness
Give the lilted butter-fly a kiss;
Tell the wind what it's missed;
In the ever presents hush of peace and quietness
As God whispers sweet and gentle melodies
As a liturgist wind
As a kitten with a ball of string
Hush
Let us not rush, our life's let us rejoice still got time;
From the shores of the rivers running;
Down through the mountain, tops;
Come on board to quieted blessedness;
Come in from the rains and the storms;
You will find
You will find
You will find, peace and quietness
But most of all you'll be heavenly blessed
for your in the
CALM
04/06/2011
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Does the feasting of a little cat make a tiger strong?
Does the fasting of a tiger make a plump kitten weak?
Is fasting a righteous rite? Is feasting morally wrong?
Isn't the cleanliness of the heart something one should seek?
Jesus feasted with people and fasted in quietude.
He viewed each being, with a spectacle of optimism.
Pharisees did vice versa, with a cynical attitude.
They were not philanthropic. Their tap root was dogmatism.
We fast, Johanians do too, they trumpeted. Why don't you?
Self-righteousness, like Banyan roots, had deeply tugged at them.
Jesus brought a wedding scene before their distorted view.
Do guests of the wedding fast when the groom is at his helm?
Why patch old cloaks with new ones and fill old skins with new wine?
With new canvas, paint, and brush, why don't we make new design?
One day young Lizzie yelled out loud,
'I want some pets. I want them now.
I want lots. I don’t care how!
'I want a cat. I want a dog.
I want a fish. I want a frog.
'I want:
One that’s big,
And one that’s small,
One that’s fat,
One really tall,
One that’s hairy,
One that’s scary,
One that’s cute to hug and hold,
One for hot days,
One for cold.
'I want all the animals in the world.
One of each. No, make that two.
I want Noah’s Ark. I want a zoo.'
So Dad and Lizzie caught the bus.
She stopped making all that fuss.
They were going to the zoo -
It was just the thing to do.
'If you can’t have lots of critters,
We can go and take their pictures.
'And …when you visit Nanna’s flat,
Hold her kitten on your lap.
Leave the cleaning up to her.
You just pat the kitten’s fur:
No mess for us – just Kitty’s purr.'
But, Lizzie wasn’t finished yet.
She kept asking for a pet.
'Thank you, Daddy, I love you.
I love our photos from the zoo,
And I love Nanna’s kitten too...
But,
Can I have a little fish?
It is a teeny, tiny wish.
'One goldfish…maybe two or three,
Because they need the company?
Please…would you consider this?
Can I have a little fish?'
'Hmm…maybe…
Okay, yes.
You can have a fish,
I guess.'