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born in Canada
in a snowstorm
snowflakes were falling
dad drove carefully
we made it
and I was born
into the world screaming
odd for I am quiet
I recall playing
with a girl just like me
but she became an angel
I was alone
until a baby came
a brother . . .
we lived in a lovely vintage home
. . . and had a huge covered porch
on warm days
baby slept in his carriage
while I played tea time with my dolls
while grandma rocked snoring
I had a cat snowball
cause she was white as snow
a gift at christmas
she gave birth twice
oh those kittens were sweet
but mom said that's enough
we had a park
at the end of our shady street
where ducks and swans floated
and ancient maple trees swayed
I would lay on the grass dreaming
I loved my home
my room overlooked mom's garden
and she gave me my own window box
so I had flowers blooming
I loved the creaky floors
the stained glass windows
the curving staircase
the claw tooth tub
a lake to a little girl
. . . . and mom's kitchen
with delicious smells
soup on the stove each day
bread in the oven baking
oh such delightful memories
we lay together warm as kittens as crystal snow fell
then the light of my life stirred in his sleep, murmuring
and he kissed me with lips as sweet as the whispering wind
"don't go" I whispered to him as I faded back to sleep
life is a journey with a destination unknown and time is a thief
and there was a ringing, ringing, ringing and ringing
the voice on the telephone left me heartbroken, shattered
in my life pages of time turn, but I always turn them back . . .
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May 30, 2020
Poetry/Verse/pages in time turn
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1256-873-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to Brian's Choice 11
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
A rather long tale, it is written:
The story of heroic kittens
The boy was called 'Bat'
The girl’s name was 'Gat'
By the end, you’re going to be smitten
In a medical flight to Ukraine
A supply box fell out of a plane
They were vaccines on ice
With some scary advice:
Keep this cold or you might go insane!
Well, on impact, it split open wide
And it spilled all the vaccines inside
They lay on the ground
No longer ice-bound
Till by rodents the contents were spied
Soon, the rats, in large numbers, had tried
The vaccines and a couple then died
But with toxic venom
That glowed deep within ‘em
The remainder were now zombified!
The kids were all outside to play
For it was a beautiful day.
But when they saw the prize
(All those rescue supplies),
Then suddenly, things turned to gray
The zombie rats started to swarm
They certainly looked to do harm
The kids were all trapped
No time to adapt
The forming of a perfect storm
And that’s when our heros stepped in
The odds were exceedingly thin
They clawed and they bit
With real gusto and grit
It was Bat and Gat for the win!
Now our kittens have grown rather fat
And they much prefer mouse over rat
The zombies are goners
The cats earned high honors
Hip-hooray, Bat and Gat, hero cats!
This is the tale of two little black kittens.
One has a white chest; the other, white mittens.
A boy cat, a girl cat, they have simple names:
These two, Bat and Gat, are of Hero Cat fame.
Though not very old, they have storied pasts;
The tales of these critters have spread far and fast.
So if you’ve a moment, come set for a spell,
And we’ll do our best to provide a quick tell.
It all started out with a flight to Ukraine,
And zombified rats that were raging, insane.
There’s the one where they saved a kid goat named Split
Using mountain cat screams through an old drainage ditch.
Or maybe an unwelcome picnic day guest:
A snake who sneezed pepper, got rattled, and left.
The story of Blueberry’s rescue’s contagious:
With Juno’s help, scared dogs away from her cages.
“Oh, come on!” you are thinking, “Just simply tall tales!”
Perhaps you’d believe, if you knew the details.
For these little cats have black magical powers;
They’ve spellbound my grandkids for several hours.
There’s the time when, while rafting, they fell in the lake,
And the great lurking turtle showed up for their sake.
Or maybe the time when they took the squirrels’ nuts?
Admitting their error: that really took guts.
My favorite is likely the old chicken thief,
And building the Tar Chick to give that coon grief.
At last, there's Bat’s failure to launch to the moon;
He’s healed from his wounds, won’t attempt that one soon.
These days Bat and Gat just hang out with the kids;
Did they really do this? My grands said they did!
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FIRST PLACE WINNER
For the Black Cat Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
Written 03/23/2022
Left behind..
The fire crackling..
Warmth .....
Comfort surrounded in pure coziness..
A kittens soft purr on a brisk cold winters day....
Left behind...
Trees that were once bare..
Naked..
Beautifully grown into leaves..
Fragrant air ..
As the flowers bloom..
In a colorful scenery..
Left behind..
The sweet scent of summer..
A summer sea breeze .
The whiff of salt air..
While the waves of the sea..
Splash softly ...
As serenity speaks with the reflection of the sun..
Left behind..
Rust, amber and gold..
Leaves falling from the trees.
Indulging in vibrancy..
As the colors capture supreme lushisness..
Swept away from nature..
Followed by a crisp nip in the air..
Seasons may change..
Memories never change..
Random thoughts turned into a poem….
If kittens were falling from the sky
And a black and white one fell on your shoulder, would that be a God thing?
Would you name him Serendipity?
The cat, not God.
If puppies could crow, and you talked Sioux language
Would you automatically become a Native American?
Would you be able to send smoke signals….
That other tribes could read?
If children lived with parents who did not want to hurt them
and stopped abusing them, would social workers find better paying jobs?
Would you be willing to quit your job and find the extra kittens homes?
Or are you already regretting your decision
to keep Serendipity?
A life of love or pleasure
Emotions devouring darkness
They speak of faith, truth, loyalty
Following their hearts desires
Tasting each other's needs
Commitment two souls merge
Words loudly spoke in meaning
They share life, dreams for love
Their heart longs emptiness
Longs fulfillment of completion
Their being lust for touch
They come from different worlds
One wild,one need be tame
Beast of tiger,her claws sharp
Her lines light and fine tuned
She hunts the wilderness
Her prey, man of jungle she eyes
Man-eater her deepest desire
To find herself arms of her Lion
To be dominated in bondage
A little one plays along the side
But beauty of love as swEeeet'
as kittens grOWl'''''
The last time we met I noticed
the bright red flowers in your hair,
Milk soft skin radiating through
heaven’s gate I wanted to kiss
your tender hand.
Knees buckling from the sweet scent
of your perfume, our bodies locked like
falling birds, We kissed and ran as fast
as we could like two kittens playing with
a ball of yarn.
Landing on our feet, we walked along the
crimson cobblestone streets, At our favorite
sidewalk café we talked and shared this
wonderful moment.
We celebrated life with French bread and good
wine. It was nice to see your lovely smile remain,
on an empty glass of wine and a bite of bread.
One day my daughter brought home a scraggly looking young cat who had always
lived outside. In her first year, we learned she had given birth to two litters of kittens, most of which died. She’d always had to scrounge for food and had even escaped from the pound, only to find her way back to that place where she’d not been well-treated! When my daughter saw her, it was her kittens that were being given away. But my daughter saw a gentle quality in this mother cat that surpassed the sweetness of the kittens and asked to take the mother, who became known to our family as Callie (for Calico).
Callie grew plump and flourished in our home. She was no nuisance to anybody or anything. She became so pampered that she hated the outdoors and if a door were opened, she would approach the “outside” cautiously, only to come racing back inside the minute we returned from our porch. Callie loved to sit on laps and be petted. The older she got, the louder she even purred. If a visitor came to the house, she would climb to their laps. She was small and so likable that nobody wanted to shoo her away.
When our children left home, she became my one and only baby, curled up by my pillow each night and awakening me with a little pat to my face every morning for her breakfast. Callie lived a long life, nearly 18 years, but has since passed on. Dying of cancer, she clung to life until we saw fit to have her put to sleep. I have since adopted other cats, and my current cat is indeed charming, but I still believe there is not another cat in the world that can compare to our one and only Callie Cat!
You are so powerful
So brave my darling
Would you like a memento
Or a ceremony commemorating the number of animals you have killed?
Would you like a tattoo on your head
Or a television ad disclaiming your body count?
Would you like to maim a puppy
Maybe check how many blades you can fit inside it until it dies bleeding?
Still hanging from its mark
A knife inside it's little heart
Still beating.
Would you like a hyperlapse of them howling to death while you enjoy your bravery?
Putting on a show for everyone?
Would you like to see how long it takes to strangle a cat to death?
Perhaps you would enjoy killing kittens more.
Would you want a human baby instead?
We can offer it to you in black because it's not really acceptable as of now.