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FELINES
She enters into the bedroom in the dark,
After a secret take-out in the park,
Was it a mouse, a bird a lizard or a rat,
One of these she caught and ate,
That’s a fact!
She sleeps all day and hunts at night,
And what a pleasure when the moon
Is bright!
Our kitty cat silently preens,
And thoroughly cleans,
The tale-tale bright red blood
From her lips,
As she looks forward to her
Human mummy, feeding
Her cat nips!
She creeps up and onto
The duvet with silent paws,
And kneads a comfortable place
With her half retracted claws!
These cute furry cats have captured
Our hearts and our homes,
Cute, delicate, cuddly cats,
Who have small but strong bones!
Like to leap and bound
And do us astound
As for sure, they will land on
All fours with such flair
I do declare!
And if they occasionally don’t,
And lose one life out of nine,
Who cares, not them, all they do
Is think on what they
Will tonight dine!
All cats like to climb,
But coming back down takes skill,
And quite some time,
Many a fireman has broken a limb,
That’s re-known,
Trying to get our treasured
Kitty cat down,
From a tree,
And the service is free!
Anthropologists have dug reported and
Found,
That our furry family’s origin has been
Around,
For millions of years.
And these domestic cats which we uphold
As such dears,
Belong to the wild as much as to us.
They have a majestic look of grace,
Whether wild or domestic have a
Look alike face,
Which is part of their charm,
But believe you me, if cornered,
Will cause harm!
If there were no humans left alive,
Cats would certainly still survive,
They are independent and although
They enjoy eating our food,
It is understood,
That they could live in a post-apocalyptic
World,
That might sound a little macabre and
Somewhat absurd,
We don’t have to be here,
Forever, year after year,
So all cats might live one day in a
Complete new civilization,
As generation after generation,
We pollute our atmosphere
And face extermination!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtpPcmLKRFU Dancing Bird
Yesterday, I saw a shadow dart across my keyboard.
When I turned to look outside the window,
I spied upon a sparrow playing in the sun.
He was dancing in dramatic fashion
Across the shrubbery that was his home.
I could tell it was a male by his markings.
He was busy with his boasting, and proud.
No longer a fledge, he fluffed his feathers
To parade his prowess to all that might adore him.
Then, he pivoted into a pirouette, and pranced
Most skillfully across the length of a branch
And launched himself into flight.
Today, the sounds of birds cackling and chirping
Inside the shrubbery drew me to the window.
I could see three sparrows engaging in some fun and frolic.
Perhaps it was some flirtatious mating ceremony.
While most sparrows do look alike,
I’m sure that one of them was the dancing bird
I’d seen the day before. I watched briefly and smiled,
Remembering my own courtship and rivals
Who would fancy my choice as their own.
I returned to the monitor and before I could begin
My work, there was a loud thud upon the glass.
I gazed outside and there upon the ground was a small hawk
Clutching the dancer in his talons.
Tomorrow, this bird will not dance.
He will not sing or court another.
And as sparrows are many,
I will no doubt find another to enjoy from this vantage.
I chide myself for failing to warn him of the danger.
I was too busy with my own enjoyment to notice.
Now, I close my eyes and reconstruct those moments
As I attempt to resurrect the dancing bird,
And preserve him....forever.
Just how many babies
Are swapped at birth
With a look alike other
That other being
Some demon or some
Illegal Alien exchange program
Being covertly done
Right under our very noses
In broad daylight
In maternity wards worldwide
I should know
Being born with bi-fid thumbs
And six toes on each foot
Yet, it has to be my sister
She's wicked smart
Perhaps, too smart for her own good
And she has a big head
She’s got to be one
Of course, what’s a little culture shock too
Beings' stranger in a Strangeland
After walking the long long walk
Can’t even talk the strange talk
Seeking asylum from oppression
Seeking the land of Liberty
Feel free to wear their worn-out sandals
They’ll gladly trade for your Michael Jorden Nikes
Then again, maybe the exchange comes later
Some babysitter’s smuggling ring
Except she promises to turn your little rascal
Into an angel, for real
Still criminal but God ordained
Like God amassing gifts of gold and frankincense and myrrh,
vain potentates, possessed by pride that riches will confer,
depleted pillaged villages in pagan days of old…
With penetration privileges, their fortunes were foretold.
In feudal times, chaste clerics, cloaked, wrapped rings around the mind
with hymns of magic, mystic myths and figurines enshrined,
while blessing bayonet-like blades that mutilate and maim…
With penetration privileges, believers bore no blame.
In search of caramel colonies, some sailors set their sails
to conquer puppet provinces, for sovereignty prevails,
purloining wicked treasure troves which others claimed their own…
With penetration privileges, such sins sustained the throne.
Well, nowadays the quest proceeds, this time for ebon oil,
so peoples once again are caught within the serpent’s coil
and, pierced by fangs of greed and lust, death yields benign escape…
With penetration privileges, you’re free to rip and rape.
We wave the flags and beat the drums and often kneel to pray
to glorify our victories, bold, that happen far away;
but none salute the severed souls impaled upon a pike…
With penetration privileges, the riffraff look alike.
One day the moguls won’t agree on how to slice the pie;
they’ll spit and spat and, tit-for-tat, atomic barbs will fly -
but when the button’s finally pressed, they too will grace the heap…
With penetration privileges, the hole that’s hewn is deep.
What is that? My comrade asked. I ignored her. She is not my friend.
No, really, she said scooting my way. The rest of the class smiled on whim.
The teacher had them on mute, so they could not speak. I was glad.
“Who is your friend?” the teacher asked; he is a lecher; I do not trust him.
Hey! You all really do look alike! My pal Sam texted in my private text box.
This irritated me; I never like stereotyping lambs or any other creature.
Shall I tell them my story? The intruder asked. The one about the fox?
This is an important class meeting I said; and you are being a leacher.
Well excuse me! She said, stomping off to be with the rest of the herd.
“Who was that?” My teacher asked me. He is all about mixed dating.
I had to will my eyes not to roll; this was inappropriate, quite absurd.
Her name I do not know, but she is pushy, I warned as he was waiting.
Can you please get her number? He asked. She looked interested in our class.
Annoyed, but trying not to show it, I decided to fix them up on a whim.
I know this seems weird, and it was, but I do have a bit of sarcasm and sass.
And a bit of gloat, would be horrible and awful pretty much for both of them.
Everyone is one-of-a-kind
There's ain't nobody else like us
But they say, we all have a double
So what's all the big fuss!
Sure like to meet my look-alike
At first, might be a wee bit spooky
Like looking in a full-length mirror
Wonder if he's just as kooky?
Saw a man who looked just like me
And it freaked me out real good
Stared intently at my look-alike dude
Transfixed was I where I stood
Seems this dude was blown away too
But we didn't actually speak
That would've been kinda freaky, yikes
We just kept taking little peeks
Finally disappeared into the crowd
Left me with a feeling of remorse
That I didn't actually have a word with him
To share in a little discourse
What are the chances of meeting him again
Probably a million to one I'd say
Sure would've been really quite interesting
Regretted not talking to this day!
Jacqueline,
Oh, just the other day I came across a picture of you with your horse,
and I was amazed to see how much we look alike;
Mom, could it be true that you are mere words upon cold stone,
my quiet, beautiful and kind Jacqueline . . .
It is unbelievable you left this world on Mother's Day,
now, entangled, meshed, intertwined are our souls for eternity;
the meaning of love and so much more is what you left with me,
and I am so proud to be the daughter of one such as you . . .
Mommy, not a day goes by that you are not in my heart,
especially each Mother's Day, but every single moment of each day;
and each time I ride my horse you are with me riding along side
the wind in our hair and open meadows ahead of us . . .
_________________________
March 14, 2015- Reprint 2021
"Mommy, I have things to tell you small things
and big things, things only you will understand."
Quote by _Constance
In Remembrance of my Mom, Jacqueline on Mother's Day, 2021
Wow, a 2nd camping trip,
Now please don’t flip,
How on earth did I agree,
After the snake and me,
My husband asked so nicely,
And explained precisely
Where we would go,
Not to the bush,
Where a snake lay in ambush!
So hitched up our boat,
To take to Loskop dam
It was the Easter weekend,
Campers began to descend,
We arrived it was almost night,
Hubby sent up our 5 star camp site,
Started our braai late,
Which was to be my embarrassing fate!
We ate heartily and enjoyed
A cariff of wine,
During our campsite dine.
Time for a shower,
Take note of our campsite number
Hubby said, for they all look alike
At night,
And please take this empty
Bottle and fill it with water.
Showered, filled the bottle,
Nervous, had to find the ablutions
in the dark,
Carrying a full bottle that looked like wine,
I got strange looks, wanted to scream
It isn’t mine,
And in any case,
This bottle has no wine!
Each camp site looked the same,
To find my husband was my only aim!
It was an embarrassing situation,
All I felt was a feeling of desolation!
Thought each Range Rover was ours,
I might as well have been on Planet Mars,
It felt as if I had been away hours!
Had not even taken my phone
Had to stop at a camp side and asked
If I could please loan
Their cell to make a call,
That is when I tripped and had a fall,
I called my husband in tears,
He realized immediately what had happened,
Which was one of his fears,
Came and helped me up,
As he was only two camp sites away,
It was my pride that was hurt,
Especially when a passing camper began to flirt,
This was going to be my last camping trip ever,
I exclaimed to hubby, a little pert!
We met in a ferry,
Though she was in a hurry,
We talked a little,
Her voice was so brittle,
She was Khadija,
A college teacher,
But have got a problem,
Can't trace her,all are the same,
They look alike,
In their buibuis and eyes weak,
Help me find Khadija,I need her...
It was on a first sight,
But I saw a future in her bright,
The way she talked,
The way she smiled,
Left me breathless,
And made me without her worthless,
Her voice was bewilding,
Leave alone her body,captivating,
How I wish she be near,
And stay by me near,
Help me find Khadija, I need her...
I remember her first laugh,
For sure it was full of love,
Her body was of wasp waist,
Leave alone her figure full of taste,
I crammed her number overhead,
Coz that's the only place I had,
To keep the sweet memories,
As a rejuvenation when I deplete my calories,
They say love is blind,
Truly I lost my sight,and to you bound,
Help me find Khadija,I need her...
I already have plans for us,
My cardiac is waiting for you to nurse,
Itst serious you gat my future,
Since yours is a mother nature,
My kids will have a mentor and a nurture,
And in a happily married family they will mature,
Come over my sweet aurora,
I put a ring in your finger among the flora,
Then we say Yes I do after while,
Help me find Khadija, I need her...
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We learnt not to cry
keep hearts guarded under sleeves
eyes learn not to spill
for solace comes at a cost
when feelings are best unsaid.
Body knows the truth
eyes brim before we know why
throat clenches; words choke
we blink hard and turn away
buying time to face ourselves.
Tears can blur the truth
joy and grief can look alike
eyes speak without words
strangers may misread their cause
even we may not know why.
Tears swell against walls
the guarded well spills over
there's no calling back
buried cracks burst wide open
bringing the whole dam wall down.
The years taught restraint
stand firm and hold back the flood
with courage and will
hiding where the cracks may lie
release is revelation.