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Cat Complex
The cat suffers from paranoia
Perceiving things that are not there
Thousands of white statues chase it down the hall
We question the visibility and stability of our fury feline friend
And the unwanted guests there in
Napoleon speaks in French to it at breakfast
Kitty does not understand the little man from France
Guns, rocket launchers and ammo
Are strewn about the house and yard
Cat can not load them or pull their triggers
They are too heavy to place against its tiny head
When all is said and done
The four clumsy paws are used for climbing walls
That's all…. It gets cat calls from planet Pluto sometimes
Summoning it back where it belongs
It constantly thinks about Baltimore as a solution
Moving there permanently
Never giving a single thought for crime rates and air pollution there
Or its family back home in Atlantic City who care for it
Kitty does not own a map, can't spell geography
Failed all other subjects for that matter
The cat is in need of therapy
That is problematic since it only speaks one word
Meow
Sometimes it dreams about green pastures
Laughs out loud
Convinced it is a cow
“One word frees us of all the weight and
pain of life. The word is love.”
….Sophocles, Greek Poet
I asked the stars languishing high above
to reach into their lovely, ancient cache
to teach to me what the world knows of love
I thought, perhaps, a secret lover's stash
But, no, the words left behind flowers' hue
instead returned my question back to me
the world today has but a bitter view
how can you seek love in such misery?
It's true: we've just forgotten how to love
yet, I know love lingers in baby's smile,
a hug, a laugh, friendship's welcoming glove
Perhaps love is simply resting a while.
Sometimes a gentle push is all we need
to watch love flower from a single seed.
April 28, 2024
My thoughts let go of a thousand memories,
like faces, dates, times and places;
yet, I can easily recall each and every detail,
on the day of your funeral.
In the middle of a snow storm I followed,
the wind blowing back my long hair;
we meandered down a winding cold path,
the wind pausing in the trees.
Snowflakes fell on me from the tangled branches,
falling like weeping tears cascading down;
I am lost in this forever, ever memory-
today the snow drifts in the cemetery.
and a headstone is buried deep in the pure white,
with one engraved word revealed;
in this pristine lonely winter wonderland,
only one word can be seen- Mother.
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September 24, 2014
Poetry/Verse/One Word
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1067-461-01
All Rights Reserved.
Contest - Early October 2018, Standard
Sponsor- Brian Strand
First Place
Am I the only one who's feeling there is something very wrong with all of this ,
I can't seem to get anybody to listen not even when I raise my fist.
How can they not see what I see ,has everybody lost thier mind I say,
Why can't they see what it is that is making them act this way.
Have you taken a look around to see there's something that has changed,
When you look into peoples eyes Lord how you can see the rage.
No compassion for thier fellow man as if they have never ever cared,
For the future of mankind and how we all should be aware.
Saw a friend of mine the other day he was acting a little strange ,
I can't help but wonder just when , how , and who's the blame.
This power and greed is consuming us all we just can't seem to stop
Stepping on our brothers & sisters as we race to the top.
Where's the love ,the kindness ,the hope and faith we use to live by,
How we allowed ourselves to sink so low I' will never know why.
Still I will contunue to spread the word which has always been,
Be good and love one another as you are learning not to sin.
Please don't be another wreck that has been pushed to the side ,
If you' listen to the one and only word you will know why.
We will all band together so we can stand tall and free,
It is one simple word and that is love how could you nor see.
TAC
Seven Letter Word
I have seven free tiles now about you?
What would you make if you had seven too?
I know what I’d say but it all depends
On how this little rhyme is going to end
I don’t really know from one word to the next,
But I’ll give you a clue in some of my text.
It happens the same on each and every day.
I wish I could change it but there is no other way.
It must be done the same as before,
So lets just get on with it there is no need to explore.
Some think it’s EROTICA and other’s UNCLEAN
I even hear someone thought it OBSCENE
But neither is true so I’ll now let you know.
ROUTINE is the seven letter that word I will now show..
Only Love of my Life
You asked me once if I love you
And is this love for you true
You had to know would it be forever
All these assurances just for you
So here is the way I feel about you
And this will hold true all your life
All that I am or ever hope to be
Is all wrapped up in one word…wife
I love you way past never my dear
It has been that way since we met
Don’t doubt what I say is true.
Loving me is nothing you’ll ever regret
I will stand by you tall and proud
You are loyal, loving, honest and true
I love you more every day we spend
Now you know how I feel about you.
And there are just a few more things to say
Sometimes you think I don’t see
The nice little things I know you do
And the best is what you do for me
You bring me coffee in the morning
When my mind is still half asleep
You talk about your day with me
What we share together runs very deep
You are the only love of my life
There is no one better for me than you
So remember sweetheart please
I love you so and you love me too
Connie Moore
March 3, 2014
Bill and Blanche set off, to the 'Yorkshire Show' they did go
T'was a yearly trip, and they would always show.
Each time Bill says to Blanche ‘On that elicopter I’d like to ride.’
Blanche always replied’ but it's twenty quid Bill’ and then she and Bill sighed.
'Twenty quid is twenty quid Bill, you always told me that'
‘Tha’s right me old love,’ and he’d give his wallet a pat.
The next year Bill looked, at the elicopter, and he tried once more
‘I’m seventy-five Blanche, there not much time left for me to soar.’
‘Bill, it’s twenty quid, and twenty quid is twenty quid.
So we’ll not go on the elicopter ride, of that idea you must get rid.’
Bill looked at the elicopter and agreed twenty quid was twenty quid
Of that one idea though, he could never really get rid.
Bill was desperate to ride on that elicopter whirring thing
The pilot overheard the couple, and then he made Bill’s heart sing.
I’ll take you on board, but not one word must you say
If you keep TOTALLY quiet, not one pound or penny will you pay.
Bill and Blanche climbed on board ,for the ride of their life
Not one word did Bill utter, nor his terrified wife.
The pilot looped the loop, he dived and twisted and turned
Not one word did the pilot hear, yet even his stomach churned.
He landed and spoke to Bill and he said ‘I am impressed’
I twisted and I turned and I really tried my best.
Bill said to the pilot ‘Well I nearly gave in lad, and I nearly spoke’
‘Twas when the wife fell out, but you know us Yorkshire folk.’
I watched her spiral down; I nearly shouted, but thought that’s absurd
‘And tha knows twenty quid is twenty quid lad, and you said NOT one word.’
©~GG~17/11/2012
Taken from a joke sent to me by Jack Horne and continuing the theme Harry uses of Yorkshire Humour.
Quid Slang name for pound sterling
Yorkshire folk drop their 'h's
A man, 20 years of age, another man, 40 years of age
The young man in his inexperience asks the 40 year old man
"You've lived twice my life, whats your advice?"
The older man pauses
Reflecting on his own life, in hindsight..
He says:
It is said by many
The best teacher is experience
This statement is true, but experience
Does not equate to intelligence, or intellect
As both do not equate to experience
With every word from spoken by a man in his youth
It is received by the senior with a grain of salt.
Though in reality, they are both adults
What distinguishes a person whos lived longer?
Is years of learning beneficial if they accomplish little?
A decade spent listless watching days blend together
Carrys more wisdom, more growth than 5 years of struggle?
To believe this I refuse.
Adults of seniority, arent always mature
Bickering, arguing with each other,
Talking over the other
Neither letting either get one word in edgewise
Their bodies mature, years experienced
Yet arrested development has left them
Adult children
The fresh face child who endures struggle
And is given responsibility,
Experiences his growth as man
A man who never has had to struggle and grow
Is stuck in his adolescence,
Form:
I sense one’s sight, I wiggle my tail
My cheeks are kissed, I shriek in silence
My ears receive joy, it’s kept in my mail
I laugh in my visions. This makes no sense
I sleep in bed just to dream of some friend
I enjoy work just to study new souls
What matters to me’s not how much I’d spend
What matters to me’s if their life’s in control
I hear one word; my visions wander off
As words connect with what happened before
My smell’s so strong, you’ll either slam or scoff
My tongue’s a book which is always in store
My mind lives in a world far from the norm
The Eurovision’s my sole interest
Along with other music styles and forms
Because of this, I’m a C student at best
Some dumb folk screaming in my ear, I flinch
Words of agony, locked behind my door
Therefore, my sad face and these walls I’d punch
As signs of pain or the devil’s encore
I have a gifted mind so apt and deft
But I speak like some senseless soul so sick
As my words cannot translate my mind
So people picture my pride as some prick
I must time myself when it’s time to talk
I must check my own face in the mirror
So I’d refrain from giving my folks some shock
Maybe, coming clean would make my words clearer
The sounds of whisper and of a hubbub
Turns my heart in the form of a heartburn
As I’d never know what I’d learn in a pub
Maybe I’m a blessing or the one to spurn
Yet, does it matter if I flap my hands?
Does it matter if I should say I’m great?
So what if I’m cheerful by ploughing the sands?
So what if I’m quiet? No need for hate.
I’m a gifted man with eyes so bright
I’m a wise angel with a glazing heart
I guess I’m a knight who’s ready to fight
Therefore, you shouldn’t have judged me from the start
Who are these poets?
Who stay up at all hours?
Commenting to your poems?
Don’t they have a life of their own?
A husband...a lover ..perchance?
The genuine closeness of two,
Under the moon and stars?
Or are they just.....lonely?
Hungry for true relations?
Selling out for empty, meaningless communications?
The pretense..that they are your friends?
How good is your poem?
I really do not know..
I do not count the numbers who left
meaningless, one word comments.
It’s really up to therm to decide.
And with others take a genuine poetic ride.
But to peck out meaningless comments?
Why?
It’s so you will be noticed, won’t You?
As some deep caring soul, might comment to you.
A game of life, we do play too many hours a day.
Whilst our real life, runs away!
2-16-22