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La la la, la-la-la, laaa-la!
La la la, la-la-la, laaa-la!
SO THE KITTY SAID TO ME,
MEOW MEEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW.
SHE SAID TIME TO FEED ME,
MEOOOWWWWOOOO.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
LIKE THAT OF A BANSHEE.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE CALLS OUT TO ME.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SCRATCHING AT THE DOOR.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE DEMANDS FOR MORE.
UPON THE WINDOW SILL,
MEOW MEEOW MEOW MEEOW MEEOW!
SHE SAID CHASE ME STILL,
MEOOOWWWWOOOO, WILD AND PROUD.
here kitty kitty kitty
pretty pretty princess
here kitty kitty kitty
pretty pretty princess
(kitty)
Laaaaa, la-la-laaaa, laaaa laaa!
Wooohhh-laaa, laaa-la-laaaa!
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SCRATCHING AT THE DOOR.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
SHE DEMANDS FOR MORE.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
THE KITTY QUEEN OF NIGHT.
MEOW MEOOWWW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW,
HER VOICE A BANSHEE’S CRY.
Laaaaa, la-la-laaaa, laaaa laaa!
Wooohhh-laaa, laaa-la-laaaa!
"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone
Yes, he thought – her body shaped
Just like he’d dreamed in his wildest fantasies,
The shape of love, the shape so graceful,
Silhouette flowing over the mind,
Erasing the doubts he’d had when he chased her –
Eager to know the thoughts behind
Such a pretty, pretty girl – one who’d become
His heart’s aim, the end to all his games,
The feeling so alive, like a shadow in his mind
Burning away all the darkness with light
Reflecting the beauty that she was, truly
Beautiful – inside and out, he believed her to be
The girl of his dreams, his future wife –
Yes, he thought – but then he married the beauty,
Attracted by how she looked in her bikini,
He reckoned her to be the love of his best dreams,
The one who’d last, the piece of forever –
Still beside him, still together long after the years
Had given them their worst fears, feelings
Alive with tears – silencing their younger dreams,
Making a way for them to see past the earlier times
Into the music that played so they’d find…
A future full of inspiration, insight and imagination,
A future filled with grace and hope, love that goes
On forever, always inviting, always deciding…
This is the way it is meant to be, this is beyond heart
Felt reasoning – this is the meaning of victory,
But…
She left him when he turned fifty – for the lively
And energetic fella who first gave her a second look,
From his body of twenty five, his promise to survive
Beyond her doubts and dreams, beyond the music
That played, revealing to the husband she’d left behind
This is the cougar who redefines the meaning of mid life
Crisis – the meaning of reevaluating life to find…
Her bikini has made it through the marriage
But her heart has never changed its mind…
She is still the child inside, never maturing so she might
Love someone who is older than fifty – sigh….
He loved her so, but she had to go – the cougar inside
Decided it was time!
Lets travel across ages,
To a time that cannot be;
My character, attitude,behavior,
Through my parent's eyes lets see.
"The day you were born,
Old memories will always be there,
First time you in my arms,
From beautiful eyes to pretty pretty hair.
Cherished and admired every moment,
All cute things done as a child,
Happiness in spending time with you,
Whether you were soft or wild.
Proud moments came my way,
The day you went to school,
Small achievements began...like
Your first lap across the pool.
Music became your voice,
With your feet dancing all the way,
Artist, dancer...how many??
Cluless..i would probably say.
Days passed, you grew up,
From a kid to a teen;
The perfect logic of the world,
Misunderstandings making you mean.
The way you acted and reacted,
When i wanted to show you care,
Although weird in your context,
Made our quality times very rare.
When you realised your attitude,
Although it was a little late,
I could always forgive cause
Love can never become hate.
Getting back to ourselves
Joy exceeding boundaries in life,
Had the best times on earth,
Till you got promoted to a wife.
Understanding though your married
And living life all new,
Whenever, whatever be the situation
I will always love you.
Your the best thing that ever happened to me
I guess now you realise it,
With the birth of another life through you
Your love for all of us has to split.
Hope you enjoy everyday with your kid,
Like how i did with you,
I will still be there with you always
Till God makes me say adieu.
I know you will love and miss me more;
My departure will definitely bring down a tear,
My soul and spirit rests with you,
Cause you will always be my Dear."
Form:
LooK at mY CAT
And he licKs
I caN't fiX
With a tiP oF my HAT
Or a CrucifiX
CandlestickS CandlestickS
DaRe I flick at the wicK
With a prettY PrettY stick
Or my finger tiP
LikE a TricK
Oh so QuicK
WithOut TemPuRR OnlY RAGE
ThaT mY CAT
YoU KnOw mY CAT
CamE Screaming from HIS Cage
From his Cage to his StAgE
I could WAGE
or disengage
EiTHER oR
I cannot say
Can I Say???
I cannot say
So — I
TiP aNd I toE
I tippY tippY toE
I tiP tiP toE
PrettY HappY TippY TOE
'CuZ mY CAT
You kNoW mY CAT
My SuPeR Trippy CAT
ScAred oF ALL
Ten FeeT Tall
ShAdoWs DANCING oN thE waLL
On thE waLL
PorcelaiN DollS
"What'd I See?"
It's whAt I saw
ThAT mY CAT
YoU kNoW my CAT
WaS
- drippiNg
-- suGaR
--- from
---- His
----- paW!!!
Contest-- Voices.... by Silent One 12-08-2018
3rd place
Contest-- Wonderstruck by Robert James Ligouri 11-28-2021
Honorable Mention
You take the fifth
distilled and delusional
drunk, disorderly and disrobed
fallen to your knees you plea
and pretty pretty plead
your prayers
to multiple dimensions
boots made of stone
you can't run
no directions nor diversions
you can't hide
naked
you abide
songs ring softly in your head
you're alive but somehow dead
life's flashes of brilliance
seem less brilliant
light walks away from you
but you're not through
darkness beckons your pain
in a devil disguised as a saint
you pass judgement
and delve into his realm
as he deepens his hold
you attack and then retreat
regroup then repeat
you succumb and sacrifice your lamb,
your virtues and the sheep
you awaken from this sleep
blinking blankly
and wander on
Oh pretty , pretty please
Show and tell me where
The Lighthouse on the Rock is hidden
Human torch is still glowing and
being held under dueress
So I can save up all my pennies pocket
money and sell all my world's possession
To fund and so being my quest
Be that even if I have to journey forth alone
with no other by my side for constant
companionship
So I may one day find and bring the both
of them safely back home
And put them rather back to doing what
they do best servicing the greater good
So they can shine a light upon every single
problem currently crippling all the world's
inhabitants
And help us steal a march on the darkness
from blindly leading us astray
Using the very same tool's against him
in order to defeat him
He deviously kept hidden so well away
from prying eye's
His confidence was such that although
he already knew
That many obviously shall indeed wish
to go in search and take up this very
noble quest
Hope alone will surely abandon and quit
long before
It's ever even remotely close to being found
Especially under the protective custody
that darkness cover's
And evil that lurks and stirs in it's shadow
Girl, I’m sorry that I called you
So darn late the other night
I started thinkin’ when I was drinkin’ and
Had a thought to call and say hi
Girl, I’m into you so, you're the whole dang show
I grabbed up my phone that knows your name
Had my lovin’ words up ‘n ready to go
As beer was dullin’ down the pain
C1:
Then I told
Your pretty pretty face
That I’m still ridin’ bulls in Amarillo (but)
Needed to hear
Your sweet sweet voice
Before my hurtin’ head hit the pillow
But hun.. my 8-second ride.. had them all cheerin’
It may be the beer but
You’re all I was hearin’..
Yeah, all I was hearin
I know you hate the calls
But your voice really helps me win
If you wanna stop them forever
Come on the road
Com’on just give in
C2:
Then I told
Your pretty pretty face
I’m still ridin’ bulls in Hermosillo (but)
Needed to hear
Your sweet sweet voice
Before my hurtin’ head hit the pillow
But hun, my 8-second ride had them all cheerin’
It may be the beer but
You’re all I was hearin’..
And if you say no
I’ll go it alone
With my phone (and)
Your pretty face
An-me explainin’ that
I’m still ridin’ bulls in Camarillo (but)
Needed to hear
Your sweet sweet voice
Before this hurtin’ head hit the pillow
But hun, my 8-second ride had them all cheerin’
It may be the beer but
You’re all I was hearin’
Yeah, all I was hearin
Banked high above the eerie glow of a rising sun
Dark ominous clouds.
Entertained
Are they by the fearless
Mockingbird
Who calls to the sun with his incessant
Chattering of various chirps
Whistles, pretty, pretty, click, click, whirt-wherra.
At the edge of the yard a few Crepe Myrtles
Which were allowed to grow normally
That is without the massacre of the tops
Crepe Myrtle which have turned a reddish-orange
Preparing to drop summer's leaves and brace
For winter's fury
Fog has settled 'pon the forest and the creek_ an eerie scene
One that gives a feeling of suspense and mystery
There is just something about the lighting on this partly cloudy morn that adds a
Mysterious glow to life's canvas
The sun lingers just barely above the horizon seemingly to stall and wait
Before she gives light to this ghoulish kind of morn...
There are people in this world
Who've frozen their souls.
I have come to think of these people
As the People of Glass.
It is what they do best;
Reflect the world without any substance of their own.
The People of Glass are not transparent, of course.
Glass reflects, after all -
They reflect on themselves how we want to see ourselves -
The Success.
The Prosperity.
The self-assured belief their Way of Life is correct.
They make us long to be their friends.
They make us long to be them.
The People of Glass are fragile.
They chip at the slightest
Questioning of character or viewpoint;
They are Dense in every sense of the word,
Compacted, contracted against
The greater world beyond them.
Ah, but they fill in the cracks and smooth out the chips,
Don't they?
They can afford good cosmetics.
The People of Glass
Are smooth and shiny,
Pretty, pretty.
Like tigers' eyes in tall, dry grass.
So are my fears of the People of Glass
The voice of Paranoia?
All I can ask :
Be careful of that too-firm handshake.
Be careful of that too-easy grin.
Even if it comes from me.
And I'll be watching if it comes from you.
A Cardinal’s trill, peep…peep…peep…peep…peep…
often full of himself, wakes me from sleep.
peep…peep…pretty…pretty…pretty; rings out his bliss;
across Kentucky’s bluegrass in the morning mist.
A tad egocentric but, he’s allowed;
his bright red plumes make him oh, so proud.
He’s a splash of color in the trees,
a scarlet, rose red dot, singing in the breeze.
Peep…peep…pretty…pretty…birdie; I’m a pretty…birdie;
must get on his partner’s nerves; he can be over-chirpy.
the female is who is a, rusty brown.
Has to be jealous of that noisy clown!
Written 2-14-19