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I came in a tattered old box,
the grand size of a man's shoebox.
I knew that I was unwanted,
around a big empty house I wandered.
On a drive in the country one day,
these people said I was cute and took me away.
But, the novelty of a kitten wore off quickly,
I ran and jumped and was just too wiggly.
So, they gave me to this girl who likes cats,
well, here I am sweet girl, congrats!
She opened the lid slowly and peeked inside,
I was so scared my meow was tongue-tied.
Hello beautiful, she said- but I was frozen,
my kitten spirit had been broken!
In the next days things were happening,
around her apartment I was galloping.
I had new toys, like squeaky mice and balls,
and I would come when I heard her calls.
There were pretty food dishes and a brush,
my fur she would tame whispering, hush-hush.
But, the sweetest was being on her lap,
purring, purring, purring during a sweet cat nap.
The best thing that ever happened to me,
is finding my forever home with this girl of glee!
She does not care that I am too fluffy,
that I have no manners and can be scruffy.
She cares little that I like to scratch things,
from a cat tree this kitty now clings and springs!
She says she adores me to pieces,
whispers that she loves my big blue peepers;
and I sure love this girl- to pieces and pieces.
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September 3, 2018
Poetry/Personification/My Big Blue Peepers
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1057-890-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Personification of a pet, Wild Animal or Insect
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Theme chosen - pet cat
Second Place
It's said that opposites attract.
Recall how the north pole on one magnet
draws into the south pole of another,
and binds strongly together,
due to the strong attraction force between them.
When the opposite poles apart, get close together,
their fields interact, mutually strengthening
and drawing the other in to bind.
The alignment builds a strong force of attraction and a strong bond.
It's said that opposite types of people attract for many similar reasons.
Excitement of the new and novelty.
Ability to learn from each other.
It's a way to build balance,
filling the gaps in each other's own personality.
There's mutual fascination with the fundamental differences.
But, the face of love is another matter entirely.
For when looking for someone
to love among the sea of faces,
we can't get the image
of ourselves in the mirror
out of our heads.
The face of love is our own.
We complete each other's lines.
Couples are often twin lookalikes.
Let's face it!
Fantasia has fabulous songs
This movie is a novelty
Converts feelings in secrecy
My sad soul feels that she belongs
Sweet musical notes come to life
Fast images that come and go
Chamber of sweetness don’t you know
Eliminating so much strife
Fantasia allows souls to sing
Violins elevate me high
Joyful angels give happy sigh
Imagine on musical wing
A crashing cymbal; things get dark.
Mickey Mouse wizard is asleep.
Bucket sloshes water too deep.
Flute like sound of a meadowlark.
A flower’s whirling petticoat.
Lovely sweet notes given by harp.
Orchestra keeps this music sharp.
Disney’s film, my own antidote.
Written: August 28, 2023
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In the realms of novelty and man's intrigue,
A chimera emerged, a contradiction unique.
With the head and breast of a lion's might,
and a serpent's tail that slithers—a fearsome sight.
Oh, how the chimera did pickle the mind,
With its fickle nature, a paradox is unkind.
A parody of existence, a void it did fulfill,
Buzzing with uncertainty, a rush of thrill
In this embodiment of my lifestyle choice,
I sought to unravel the chimera voice.
For within its essence, a secret did hide,
One body, two creatures, a sorcery untied
I turned to chiromancy, reading palms with care.
Seeking answers in the lines of fate laid bare.
But the chimera secrets eluded my touch.
For its destiny was not written in such
I delved into cartomancy, the art of the cards.
Hoping to find answers and break through the guards.
But the chimera destiny remained concealed.
In the deck of cards, the truth was not revealed.
I ventured into the realm of necromancy.
Summoning spirits to unlock the chimera fancy
But the spirits remained silent.
Their insight couldn't pierce the chimera strident.
In Greek mythology, it was said to be a beast.
But this chimera nature remained a feast.
A contradiction of life, a paradox untamed
The chimera parody, forever unclaimed
In the depths of its being, it defied all norms.
A creature of paradox, with its own forms.
A chimera, they called it, a myth brought to life,
A contradiction that challenged the realms of strife.
O, the chimera parody, a puzzle untold,
Its novelty is captivating, a story to behold.
A creature of contradiction, defying all odds,
In the depths of its being—a power that nods
Man's fascination with this enigmatic creature
The chimera legacy is a symbol of nature.
For in its existence, we find ourselves reflected,
In its contradictions, our truths are detected.
I remember
when I was a poor boy
and nobody loved me
mamma's tears felt like acid
burning holes in my heart -
I became breathless
triggers came without a guarantee
violence swept like an adversary
in silence i found my sanctuary
my bubble an escape from reality
grenades of my ancestors
detonated along my destiny
I burned in a bonfire of misery
papa's demons were too loud
so I hid my heart behind a shroud
as fatal tumors cursed my tongue
my sighs turned into a melancholic song
triggers came without a guarantee
violence swept like an adversary
in silence i found my sanctuary
my bubble an escape from reality
as the novelty of poison wore out
through the Devil's death i began to shout
his assassination set my soul free
childhood pain became my poetry
once I was a poor boy with silent ink,
but in adolescence I've learned to think
i used to wish I had never been born
but it's pointless living with bitter scorn
As withheld words escaped through winds of change
regretful tears from fears were blown out of range
I’ve missed you so. . .
In my scurrying about, I reach another end
Of a dry throat, and a parched mind
I am panting, because I haven’t yet stopped
I write on, and I am still running…
Out of fruit, out of novelty, out of time
I’ve missed you so. . .
And more so as I sink into the life I must shape
Into the soul that must always and forever create
The truths that you teach
And the heart that you gave
I’ve missed you so. . .
For you are genuine light on a body of stagnant truth
I wish I could move like you,
Without a gleam of doubt,
Without that quick gulp of air
Which I have convinced myself I need before I go in again
Over and over and over again!
I’ve missed you so. . .
We meet so briefly in this time-warped sector
How these hands mean to clasp on
As to never move from your comforts again
To let the worry rot
And bloom into all that it is not
Remember how you used to skip a Stone and watch the rings appear,
to follow the sun.
Smooth as silk, that an Angel has spun.
Makes for fluid thinking when
the mind thirsts in it's ilk.
For Mother's milk.
For the Father's tidings
Binder rings
A novel read
Of your mind
Nature's Novelty
Binds you to it's juicy mystery in kind
Conjoined concentric rings following after each other.
Like thing
to
like thing.
Rings that bind to your imagination.
They capture your memory,
leaving the residue thumbprint of
the moment, there forever.
It pairs you with wisdom as you reflect in it's sightings,
Angelic visitation, moonlightings,
and transformation, solicitation.
You are your own destiny.
Your own princess or Queen. Infallible.
The lawyer of
The laws of the Urban Jungle.
It's all just science and chance,
Incident of
happenstance
accidents' technicality-
that appears and gives in your hands
nothing for nothing.
But empty plans.
But where is your place and your reason, to be.
Your body, your choice, your current, and your grand design.
Need not be
under scrutiny. Right?
The fittest survive.
Power cables to the throne.
Empowered electricity, let the bodies hit the flow. Right?
But never ask why.
You have an emptiness. You have a
reservation in your soul to an abyss. Planting dark seeds.
RSVP,
R.I.P.
the lips of Deaths kiss,
planting its spiritual AIDS,
Viral- non binary STD ( binaural beats )
Whispers of freedom from PP.
No responsibility glitters like diamonds empty and cold.
Glitters freedom
like the panning of fool's gold.
So.
Prospect those stairway caverns to the Pipers Magic Kingdom For Sale. Sold.
Sole property. Soully under, sovereign autonomy. No vacancy. No vagrancy. NoCosign. Usery. Counterfeit.
Deeds. Auction. Double blind.
Rinse. Repeat. Rewind.
(Girl playing, Tibet, 2009)
Memories of a Slave
The world, at least my world, is nothing if not predictable.
There are moments however when the Sun breaks through
and a real unexpected, enlightening, light shines.
Usually this is in dreams when I begin to float or fly,
but sometimes it’s just as simple as laughing
at the absurd twist of something someone says.
The effect though is joy, a moment of euphoria
when something is released, someone liberated.
I wonder about this
what its evolutionary purpose is
(rewarding innovation and novelty perhaps?),
but it strikes me as true
kindling a memory
that runs deeper than my own life,
or place in evolution,
that this is just the joy of someone,
who has been a slave from beginningless time,
when they get a momentary glimpse
beyond the ties that bind.
(12/13/23)
Purim Theorem!
Rambam holds Hashem is math,
Hashem does not take a path,
Like “Squaring the Circle”,
Such is illogical,
Yet the Zohar differs on Hashem’s craft!
Witness the Aron anomaly,
Giving rise to a homily,
Finite length & width yet zero volume,
Boggling the mind, yielding it solemn,
Evoking Emunah more than normally!
Size yet no volume?
Anomaly! as in Shalom,
Moshe saw that the “Burning Bush”,
Was unconsumed, he didn’t silence: Hush!,
Risking ridicule, courage to be alone!
Moshe saw water & fire combine,
Hashem’s Shalom nonintuitively align,
Illogic surprise from mire,
Despair be gone! Lost? A Divine sign!
Purim, 339 Before Common Era,
Hashem again was a true “Chevra”,
Upending Haman’s goose,
In a long necked noose,
Saving the Yidden from an evil schema!
Arrogance vanquished,
Anomaly? Yes by logic languished,
Expect the unsuspected,
Human reason dissected,
Headstand of man anguished!
“Shemayim’s” Burning Bush is a hymn,
Let the “Olam” Hear Him,
Again no novelty,
“Chiddush” renewal, an end to “Evilty!”
All Adds Up to Purim Theorem!
Forever our little girls - Leanna and Leslie!
When the kids were toddlers and a little beyond,
And birthdays, Christmas and special days came along,
We always strived to provide the very best we could,
Presents that would bring great joy to their childhood!
We bought the latest toys for their particular age.
Once each got Chatty Cathy dolls which was then all the rage.
Expensive dolls were cast aside almost right away;
They preferred the boxes in which they came to play!
Assembling a tricycle, bicycle or cute dinette set,
Always caused me some frustration and not a little sweat!
Invariably they asked, "Daddy, where's the box it came in?"
They'd rather play with the box, much to my chagrin!
We thought Barbie dolls would be the greatest thing.
Mother and I exclaimed, "What joy these will bring!"
But the novelty wore off in just a little while.
They were searching for the cartons in the rubbish pile!
Even though toys today are not quite the same.
(I understand the latest rage to be a video game.)
Nevertheless, the grandkids still enjoy the simplest thing,
The simple pleasure that playing with an old carton can bring!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)