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How do I change the conversation on social media?
By starting a new one
It that does not work I throw an unusual piece of art on my wall.
If it is ignored, I go to Pinterest and collect five photos I love.
I post them.
If that is ignored, I throw on a cartoon that would make the
Grim Reaper laugh.
Most people will change the subject when they realize
How difficult it is to keep up a conversation by themselves
If they do not, I post photos of my cat, dog, and grandchildren.
By now they are realizing I am not going to be suckered in.
The one thing I do not do is react to a conversation I do not agree with.
I simply ignore it.
I woke up on Monday morning to a rainstorm,
gloomy drizzle was hitting my bedroom window;
cozy in bed I wanted no part of the storm,
I saw tall trees bend- and the wind howl and blow.
Gloomy drizzle was hitting my bedroom window,
then, there was a loud cloudburst and a torrent fell;
I saw tall trees bend- and the wind howl and blow,
all peace and harmony and more sleep was farewell.
Then, there was a loud cloudburst and a torrent fell,
I threw off my cat and headed for the kitchen;
all peace and harmony and more sleep was farewell,
waiting for boiling- a nice daydream was broken.
I threw off my cat and headed for the kitchen,
then, a thundering huge MEOW was at my feet;
waiting for boiling- a nice daydream was broken,
I made my cafe, fed the cat and called her sweet,
Then, a thundering huge MEOW was at my feet,
cozy in bed I wanted no part of the storm;
I made my cafe, fed the cat and called her sweet,
I woke up on Monday morning to a rainstorm.
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February 19, 2018
Poetry/Pantoum/Rainy Monday
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9957-72-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Rainy Days and Mondays
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
Last night I fell into a deep sleep,
my cat precious slept with me.
I could swear that old Mother Moon,
slept with us, I swear, it’s true.
Mother Moon she’s truly wise,
but she get’s tired, I surmise.
The thing that puzzles me the most,
when she’s asleep, how does she glow?
Perhaps she’s playing a trick on me,
I wonder if Precious ever sees,
her opening her eyes during the night;
boy, that would be funny, alright.
I’ll wait awhile, pretending I’m asleep,
then when Moon isn’t looking, I’ll take a peek.
I’ll see if I can catch her open eyes,
I’ll bet she’ll get a big surprise!
Life is quite a challenging adventure; like a box of 64 Crayola’s, every color brings a new way of seeing to this spectrum.
The biggest year challenge for me was 2020; I learned to take time for introspection and observance of the world around me; I listened to nature’s call and she taught me to see with my spirit; to taste the nectar of energy around me; to hear the music of the foliage.
My challenges were met with reflection, moments composed of aloneness without really being alone. My cat and I together heard the words of the trees, flowers and our souls; one with nature, with the universe.
I learned to take time to play because though it might be limited, there was still time. Alterations made to my lifestyle were simply an opportunity to reexamine myself, this realm.
I learned there were other ways to touch base with folks; man’s ingenuity always finds a way to connect, but in connecting with the world around me in an introspective way, allowed me to truly see with spirit; that life does continue and that when we listen and observe all around us; we survive and transcend difficulties.
1-13-2022
This or That, Vol 9 Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh
All seemed surreal,
As I lay in bed and feel,
Frightened and alarmed,
Thinking that someone is going to cause me harm.
It's very dark. I'm all alone,
No company I'm on my own.
I hear a bang and then a crash,
And then the smash,
Of glass.
I sit upright in bed,
And throw covers over my head.
Instead of getting up to see,
Who is terrifying me?
My imagination is running riot,
Is it Dracula? who's going to bite,
Me on the neck,
To drink my blood.
Oh! Heck. I'm a wreck.
All my sense of reason left,
I am bereft,
Of a logical thought.
I ought,
To go and see.
I wish I had company.
I creep gingerly downstairs,
Fervently saying prayers,
Shaking in my shoes.
Then I heard a meow from my cat,
Sitting on the mat, with his paw on a rat.
Victory wrote all over its face,
Still out of breath from the chase.
There were scratch marks on the door,
A crystal vase shattered on the floor,
Blood from the dead rat,
And a smug grin on the cat.
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
(Stream Of consciousness )
So peaceful. The sun still sleeps in its cradle and I wait for it to
waken.! As if it were my own, dear child.
What does this day hold for me? I know not.
No, I don’t mean things or events. I mean the inner breathing of
me, that shines ….and far too often is hidden
So very, still, now as the the candle-lights the silken darkness.I
can see a shadowed cat walking on the fence.
Moonlit auburn and beautiful, she strides.
I hear the hum of the refrigerator and the heater as well and I
hear the calicoed purrs of my cat.
I am not bound by forms of poetry right now, just existing in this
moment.
Like swimming in warm,aqua,tropical waters!
Being with you in spirit, conjoined ..wanting you to know who I am.
We all want to be understood and sometimes we are not but that does
not stop us and our poetry,does it?
You’re hungry to express your soul and I know that by your care and
sparkling smiles in your comments.
And the last thing I want to do…. is to make people-pleasing my goal.
Does that sound strange.? Perhaps! But not to this writer!
Is this written for a contest? Are you kidding me? No,this is me,talking
to you.. I would rather have a friend than a trophy any day.
In poetry, I feel comforted as I do with this soft blanket covering me.
Love God, and stop judging other people by their religion or lack of one,
but rather by the goodness of their heart.
And no, not by how many poems they write!
For the highest virtue is humility!
For life, is nothing if it is just a race to be king of the mountain and looking down on everyone else.How sad and empty a place!
I can feel it in my bones that one day,my life will end peacefully and beautifully.
Those are my plans ………to open my shades in my last moments……
to see the clouds in the sky part, and just walk with joy into God’s arms!
4-5-2023
A Mischief of a Creature
There's a special bond,
Between a cat and a man.
They're a perfect union together,
With love at its center of hand.
He loves to investigate things,
But that's just what cats do.
If it meets with his approval,
He's meowing a thing or two.
He can even play kickball;
From across the room, as we play.
But if he sees that he's winning,
He'll meow in his cat way.
Somehow in the middle here,
He loves to take his naps.
But if you disrupt his naps,
He'll wake up with his slap.
My cat can be goofy at times,
And that's alright with me.
But if he wasn't bugging me,
I'd have to look and see.
He tries to be a sly little fox,
And when he is,
We'll have our talks.
Now to find closure here,
Writing about my cat.
I've nothing more to say except,
Mischief is my creature, and he's my cat.
Why did Fluffy die, said little Lily,
Well I said, you know that our Fluffy;
Has been sick, her body was not working,
And the doctor said that she was suffering.
But where is she gone, shouted Lily,
Well I said, you know that our Fluffy;
Was a good cat so I bet she is in heaven,
And she has sweet lovely wings that glisten.
Once she ate my cookie, said Lily,
Well I said, she was sneaky that Fluffy;
I remember one time she drank my tea,
Remember the time she got stuck in a tree.
Lets make a scrapbook, shouted Lily,
Well I said, yes and we can call it Fluffy;
We can paste her pictures and write stories,
I have a real nice picture of her and my daisies.
God please kiss my cat, prayed Lily,
Well I said, I am sure God loves Fluffy;
We loved her so much from the very start,
Mommy, I think our Fluffy is living in my heart.
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September 16, 2015
Rhyme
Oft' I wonder what my cat Simba thinks behind that baleful stare.
Is he planning roguery or just building castles in the air?
Perhaps he's reviewing strategies for catching a bird to devour.
Here's what I sense goes on behind his condescending glower!
I 'puuur'ceive he's thinking, "Hey, remove yourself from my chair!
Who said you could sit there - that's my favorite lair!
Will you at least make room on your very ample lap,
So I can curl up and take my usual afternoon nap?"
Many times he glares at me and emits a plaintive 'meow'.
I'm sure he's thinking, "Hey, pal, ain't it time for chow?"
He stalks about the house as if it was his sole domain,
Thinking, "I guess I'll benevolently allow you to remain!"
With soulful eyes he invites me to scratch behind his ears.
If I try to comb his coat, "Oh no you don't!" and he disappears!
Sprawling upon the window sill he gazes across the street,
Eyeing the Persian cat, thinking, "Meeee-Wow! Her I'd like to meet!"
When he begins to purr and 'puuur'sistently rubs against my feet,
He's probably thinking, "Hey, old buddy, how about a treat?"
My cat thinks, "He's not a bad sort, him I can tolerate.
He provides my grub - furthermore, with him I can communicate!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 1 in Francine Roberts' "Pick A Pet" Contest - July 2011