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The basement bulb goes out, I lack a spare
My cat licks my ice cream, I'm OK to share
My laptop gives my face a glow
I'm wrapped up in a magic flow
I imagine leaving the world of men
through Moria to Caras Galadren
float this door to the Arduin shore
reclaim my wonder there once more.
Take me to Lothlorien
I'll meet you in an elven glen
we'll stand on Amroth Cerin
and see our realm, the gem within
Come Pearl Maiden, to that mystic land
Please cross Mirkwood, I'll lend my hand
We'll walk the grass, we'll scale the height
Gain audience with Galadriel the White.
I've only met you online so far
In a fantasy book club, wherever you are
You might live in a basement too
But make it here and I'll meet you.
A! Elbereth Gilthoniel!
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath,
Gilthoniel, Albaness Tirath.
So take me to Lothlorien
Away from the stressful world of men
We'll share our love of legends made
In this land, we're not afraid.
For Celeborn has the elven ring
He hides this land from the evil king
If you make it here, then I’ll meet you
And hopefully my cat comes too!
If you THINK you know me, well think again because you don’t… I’m not who you think I am; I’m an insecure girl who has been treated like crap their entire life. It's almost like I never made it back after taking a dive. I’ve been treated like I'm five but yet I'm expected to act mature, Not how but why, Just why does life work this way I don't quite understand, Or at least not yet… as I grow older I may put the pieces together to understand Why I was never enough to her, Or when I will be, I still have a long way to go so I guess I’ll never know. It isn't always a happy ending… that only happens in fairytales, and fairytales are faker than your childhood Barbie. It's so unfortunate that happy endings rarely happen, that's the hard crap that you do sometimes have to face. Yes, It can be hard, but sometimes you have to try, Just try to push through to darkness and hope you don't run into anything that makes you question or regret your entire life. Here my cat is licking her fur but all she does is eat, drink, sleep and purr in the same sense that my only purpose in life is to eat, drink, sleep, get yelled at then pretend like it didn’t occur. It’s really hard to believe in faith when the only thing God has ever done is let you down. How can one ever learn if one is always being scolded for no reason whatsoever. How and/or will we ever learn If we can’t just have freedom? Sometimes I wonder if I'm actually alive or this is all one big dream, coma or just me zoning out. How can one revolt if one cannot assimilate? The answer is that you can’t, It’s actually quite impossible. Childhood is one of the most important, but still one of the most common things spoiled. It's one of the main things that leads the path to the rest of life. Bad childhood can lead to bad P.T.S.D. or Depression later in life, I happen to already have P.T.S.D. and I'm still a kid in other words I haven't finished my childhood. I’m glad other kids don’t go through what I go through, they wouldn't last a day. I get jealous of other kids for having both parents or a parent that's EXTREMELY loving and caring, meanwhile I don't either, I only have one parent and she cares just not about my emotions or my mental health.
I said, do you fancy a drink, Tom?
He said where the hell is that stink from?
My dog cocked his leg
We smelt rotten egg
Because he had eaten my stink bomb
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My cat swallowed my whoopy cushion
He can’t get it out but keeps pushin’
But each time he squeezes
He makes noisy breezes
My mum holds her nose and keeps shushin’
*
They stroll the prom in their best finery
Some stop for alfresco China tea
Silly, not brave
With one big wave...
They look like they’ve come from a winery
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She gracefully ambled the prom
I’m sure somewhere posh she was from
She patted my dog
Who ‘issued a log’
She left with a lot less aplomb
Grabbing my attention…something is grabbing my attention…my cat is my best friend that always hang around me in my bedroom in Lake Arrowhead…doused in dread once upon a time, but now I am feeling good enuff… like is ruff… but I must be buff… but I can’t get enuff of the addictions I have in this lifetime – can you help me? Someone? I’m insane and yet, I think otherwise…it’s a normal feeling to be willing to seek help…I yelp like a child needs his parents…or a child who throws a fit just because he can’t have the chips or the candy he’s been always wanting to get…I won’t throw my childish fits today, so don’t worry – I won’t cause misharray (mishap and disarray)…you see? This condition has endless possibilities – no joke. What can I say, man? I try to be humble for the gifts I have and I learn to accept any challenge that will come my way…today is today – let’s make it the best day ever – better than YESTERDAAAAY… But, I think about yesterday’s tomorrow, which leads me back to tomorrow’s yesterday…I overthink things or I overwrite things…you know what m’I saying? I’m dyslexic…I told you I am…ma I uoy dlot (it’s backwards)…life is full of ups and downs and also, it’s perpuzzling… confuzzling… unpredictable… you name it!
When I was a little girl, I watched my sister die,
her blood soaking the pure white snow and I stopped talking;
It was grandma who broke the trance and told me to write,
write it my dear, write it, and she gave me a journal and pen.
And that was the beginning, I wrote my sorrow,
I wrote my pain, I wrote poems about my cat, about flowers;
Thus a poet was born and I never stopped, writing is my life,
without words I am lost in a sea of nothingness and darkness.
I write about my feelings, my experiences in life,
about death, a lot of my poems lead me to cemeteries and tombs;
Have you ever written in a cemetery? It is deep with tranquility,
so peaceful, it just makes you so inspired with the birds singing.
I often go to churches to write, the silence inspiring,
a veil of calmness comes over me and I let my mind just wander;
Some of my best poems were written in the dimness of churches,
and nature, oh sweet nature is endless with its inspiration.
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September 5, 2017
Poetry/Verse/"Write it my dear, write it"
Copyright Protected, ID 17-937-543-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, What Inspires You To Write Poetry
sponsor, Julie Rodeheaver
Third Place
My back’s in the sun with a ring-a-ling-ding
Have to admit I am doing my thing
I sit outside with couch, but no vase of Ming
The dog and cat are here, bringing me bling
I hear a cardinal alight with a teensy ping
She begins to open her beak to try to sing
The cat jumps up and she takes off on one wing
You see on this porch Shark my cat is the king
A Prime delivery truck stops; I hear a cha-ching.
Have no idea what it is; I ask him to fling.
He refuses to do it, what a ding-a-ling!
I grab it and throw it myself with a zing.
He gives me a good day and leaves after I sling.
This package of cookies on the couch, tied with string
I would continue this poem if I was not out of ing
But since I am, I will limp inside on my torn-up hamstring.
Written 8-15-2021
Contest: Monorhyme
Sponsor: William Kekaula
~~How I remain sane in life
One sees endless strife.
Where can I find some peace?
Being with family does help.
Meditation and music calms.
Where can I find some peace?
Petting my cat is so soothing.
Meditation and music calms.
Dwell on sweet memories.
Where can I find some peace?
Being with family does help.
Dwell on sweet memories.
How I remain sane in life.
June 3, 2020
Noon PST
Poem, # 1218
I have a fluffy cat named Snuggles. She is total tranquility- at peace with
herself and the world, but, oh my gosh, she is one lazy cat who lives by her
own rules . . . when I do yoga, so does she- does a good Happy Baby Poise.
she sleeps 90% of the time (on a pink blanket in the center of my bed)
she meows, one meow when I touch her
but is quiet most of the time
she never eats too much at a time
but eats a lot over time
has piles of toys that she ignores
except the squeaky ones (at night)
sometimes hisses (not sure why)
she rules me . . .
likes to lie on her back with her feet in the air (Happy Baby Poise)
checks under the kitchen sink once a day
stands in the bathtub (not sure why)
drinks from my tea cup
wraps herself up in my front door carpet
helps at the computer by sitting on my keyboard
enjoys the sun curled up in my in box
has been known to eat bugs on the porch
and flower petals and leaves (that make her tummy upset)
gives me kisses in bed
licks and rubs her face in my long hair (purring)
takes up most of the bed by stretching out as long as possible
never, ever eats people food
runs away when she hears a loud noise
does only what she wants and when she wants
rules mean nothing to her
loves visitors from a distance
treats are tops in her opinion and she needs them often
sleeps pressed against me on the sofa as I watch television
gives me unconditional love
and I love her to pieces . . .
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July 23, 2019
Poetry/List/List-regarding my CAT
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1168-341-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Ballad of the poet
When the moon kissed the sun, and light spread upon the earth. *hh*
Bright and early,
early bird gets the worm.
With sullen time on stand by.... *DJ*"
Spurns emerald valleys that blur upon my new-found perch *J.M.G*
While all nature wakes from slumber in timeless glory. *E.G*
Morning glory stroked by a ceremonious dandelion... whisper~ *K.D*
Bitter like morning breath.
Rooster crows, two songs, I share a note with him.
My cat rises to the sun of a new day.
Stretches into a c with her tongue curled and tail furled *S.K.*
My coffee offers the sweetest taste after a goodbye kiss.
Clever and warm, I twinkle to the new morning light,
as I step outside, something pierced my heart..
~Wing broken, his bow in tow, arrows strewn,
~No flight for thee, love lost, bent arrows I see," *R.M*
Everything I see, everything I feel around me.
Becomes a new song.
Born of many emotions.
I roll them on a paper without a pen.
BUT! In my mind they speak clearly to me~
Look into My eyes with your heart... and there you will find your soul * R.A.D.*
"I hear an angel calling The beastly being within" *R.S*
A new creation awaits beyond the path of dreams content,
Eros and Cupid both shoot through my heart." *J.H.*
As the arrow's liquid enters my soul... *RON*
Will that winged creature with the bow and arrows stop blinking his eyes?" *R.P*
He has stretched his wings too far this time. *V.B.*
"His arrow of love is strumming my heart with golden grace. *L.M*
A Halo'd smile upon my face. * L.H*
Has suddenly turned to a grimace! *G.S.*
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living with a ghost is easy
sometimes scary
a bit hard on the nerves
at times but lovely too
I have been doing it for years now years I tell you
ever since grandma went or should I say didn't
you see I inherited all her things sadly some got sold
but I kept many including
her old favorite chair
an antique china cabinet
with her tea cups and collectibles
oh how she loved her collectibles now be gentle dear
I recall her saying to the little girl that was me
all
those
years
ago
after grandma's funeral ( I read the eulogy too)
I felt a presence in my nest my home I really did
but brushed it off . . .
then one day a friend who thought herself a physic
visited
she stood in the center of my living room eyes closed
for the longest time.... I wanted to say are you okay?
turned to me suddenly and said you have a ghost
I gulped I DO! . . . NO, she said you have TWO
she walked right over to the grandma's chair
she is right here watching you and she has a cat
A CAT? ... I said yes, a calico cat
I did not know what to say
you see... my cat patches who recently died was calico
well, I was not that shocked as me and grandma
had a special bond always
now often I will hear the china cabinet open (at night)
and in the morning the tea cups and collectibles have moved
sometimes the chair will creak and was that a ghostly meow
but I love my ghosts both of them I really do
and would have it no other way . . .
sometimes, I bring the chair a cup of tea
I even talk to it (never sit in it)
I know that sounds silly
but I swear, she is listening
NOT THE CHAIR grandma-
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June 5, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/Living With A Ghost
Copyright Protected, ID 16-797-557-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Any HM Ever
Sponsor, Laura Loo
Second Place
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For the contest,
I Ain't Afraid Of No Ghost
Honorable Mention