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Cat – Ugly - Pretty - Ugly
Ugly cat invades us in savage fashion to steal our dinner
We’ll have none of that and kicked it out in the beginning
But it keeps returning though, meowing, growling, and you know
We now have an ugly cat or it has us
Mean, vicious, suffers from malnutrition
Looks at us like we’re delicious
Cannibalistic tendencies
It only eats raw meat
Did I mention it’s malicious?
Looks like cat’s been run over by a bus
Super fussy fur ball of fluff and nasty stuff
Ugly kitty has no place in our existence
Lazy thing makes friends with mice
It hates the smell of cheese and us
And takes pride in being not so nice
Cat has no clue of truth and beauty
We don’t know just what to do
Can’t figure out its longitude and “attitude”
Kitty sits and wishes it was cuter
Good luck with that
It climbs on shelves, destroying things
Concentrates on plates and dishes
Climbing walls, tearing curtains
Leaves mirrors for last to break
To see how pretty he must be
Most small creatures are sweet and cuddly
Not the case with this feline Mr. Ugly
Can’t get close or even figure out its sex
With scratching claws, biting attacks, and flaws
A feline fatality in the making for us all
The monstrosity lost its meow with us somehow
Only howls and growls without a cause
Allies won’t even take it back
It comes from a questionable lineage
Probably won’t reach old age
Deplete of social graces and education
Lacking looks will send it to an early grave
I would like to shoot it but fear it might shoot back
We’re superficial like that
And what type of person shoots the kitty cat?
I mean, in the back
Chosen to be a perfectionist
all things in order
not out of order
the pantry is orderly
the shelves are amazing
the dishes are placed
neatly arranged with a homemade cake
perfectly amongst the race
clean clean clean away
no time wasted, non-worried faces
this is right, that is wrong
a perfect home
If it means being alone
straighten out items, neatness all around
when leaving, must come back to the cleanness
orderly you see, nothing is thrown around
If it is, you have to get down
seemed perfect in all that was done
the atmosphere is right
each day and night
shoes come off at the door
sinks are wiped down after repeated usage
no time for disorderly, nor items misplaced
a day to relax, some days are amazing
the perfectionist, having some patience
what a view being seen
overall, it's clean clean clean
neatness in appearance
nothing out of line
even the clock on the wall
cannot be the wrong time
a picture that is crooked
has to be straighten
don't keep them waiting
Some things are not outdated
not a lent on the floor
that cannot definitely be ignored
a life with the perfectionist
as time definitely goes by
sometimes asking, why? why? why?
the dinner invite, extended settings
just a piece of the delicious apple pie
the hand slightly was hit twice
barely hurt, a smile with love
no, not now, that is the dessert
just wait for the appetizers, the entrees
fancy elegant dinner plates are placed
gold silverware, decors, red flowers, and more
the table is so extraordinary
the view is so nice
the room is full of peace, love, and joy
If you're messy, you might not be invited anymore
oh well, the day has gone
all family, friends, and others went home
until the holidays come again
invitations are amongst limited
maybe next time the host will be the guest
and all, figuring out the rest.
The perfectionist.
Note:
Sometimes a perfectionist will change some guidelines.
Faith, Prayers. Jesus. Grace.
Can this be me? You?
orderly, clean, & neat.
Some people have said that cleaning can be mind relaxing. Also, a form of exercise because you're always moving. After the results, you can see the finishing.
An atmosphere that is suitable to live in.
On Monday I wore my new shoes
Out walking I stepped in dog-doos
It covered each shoe -
They’re no longer blue
Just mottled with brown smelly hues!
On Tuesday I went to the shops
To purchase some lovely lamb chops
But when I got there
All the shelves were bare ...
Bad weather and our ferry stops!
On Wednesday I slept in quite late
Got delayed to meet my blind date
I arrived at the pub
He looked like a grub
I’ll bypass this ugly primate
On Thursday I went for a meal
Its location wasn’t ideal
This pub ‘Happy Brewer’
Next door to a sewer
My disgust I couldn’t conceal!
On Friday I’d too much to drink
I threw up in my kitchen sink
Oh how my head aches
And I’ve got the shakes
On drinking I’ll have a re-think!
TOTAL FICTION - HAVE A LOVELY WEEKEND SOUPERS ***
6/29/18
Just down the gravel road a piece is an old-time country store.
On its saggin' shelves are things you won't find much anymore.
Ladies in bright calico barter with Mr. Draper their eggs and butter,
As they visit neighbors on Saturday nights amid the piles of clutter!
Menfolk lounge on benches in front of the store to discuss the price of hogs,
Argue the merits of John Deere tractors and who has the finest huntin' dogs.
The kids were given fifty-cents and shooed off to the movin' pitcher show.
Later they'll meet at Bruce's Deli Shoppe for ice cream and cups o' joe!
Shoppin' carts or computers ain't used in the store owned by Mr. Draper.
He grabs things off the shelf and totes the bill on scraps of butcher's paper.
Snoozin' nigh the glowin' potbelly stove is Spooks, Mr. Draper's hound.
His inscrutable cat, Wilbur, sprawls upon a barrel of pickles a-sleepin' sound!
Ah, the variety of interestin' stuff available in his store is so replete.
Fels Naptha, Oxydol and Lifebuoy soaps as well as pickled pigs feet,
Wrigley's, Black Jack, Beamans and Clove chewin' gums are on the shelf,
Plus Clark, Power House and Walnetto candies to satisfy yourself!
Farmers keep his bins stocked with fresh roastin' ears and sweet potaters,
Rutabagas, green onions, rhubarb and luscious beefsteak tomaters.
If you can tolerate squeaky floors and Mr. Draper's old-fashioned ways,
Drop by and savor the nostalgic ambience of his store one of these days!
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Entry for Kelly Deschler's "Just Down The Road" Contest
And the cemetery was
quite and intensely sullen;
a damp breeze blew
anticipating a cool rain...
an open gate led to a chapel.
Two marble angels stood
by the Gothic bronze door,
their looks were too somber;
and walking in I saw candles
burning beneath white skulls
stacked in piles like bricks.
The smell of wax from
the dripping candles
was of a different scent;
the brass cross gleamed
casting a shadow on
the oval floor made
of yellow and green
tiles resembling a mosaic.
Looking around, I discovered
more skulls on wooden shelves,
these had imprinted names
and looked down on the incognito
ones in self-pity and sadness.
I wondered why of such
a massive grave of skulls
without skeletons; a weird
sensation penetrated my
body getting steady chills.
I glanced across the opposite
wall and spotted a memorial
plaque with the deplorable words
" The final rest of decapitated
men who rose against
their king who washed
his hands in their blood. "
Horror and disgust pierced
my being, I reacted to
that appalling sign rushing
out of the darkening chapel;
and stepping outside of
that flickering chamber,
the crispiness of the morning
air filled my lungs with relief.
One of those castoff items that we shove
Promptly deemed ‘junk’ upon a second glance.
I hid you on the highest shelves above
With a slim ‘someday’ of a second chance.
In solitude you stoically withstood
The cruel confinement you were sentenced to.
With dogged demeanour of solid wood
You kept your composure as if you knew.
Oft butting heads over your checked acts,
My late dad and his dad battled so well.
Though I delved not in your strategic tracts,
My grandsons set you free from jail cell spell.
That chessboard - centrepiece I now hold dear,
Your pieces shine, each one is carved with love.
When boys butt heads I smile in silent cheer,
Imagine dads are smiling from above.
Artifacts may lose temporary trend,
Then triumph tenfold in the timely end.
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Open up my pane and seep in my pain
I weeped too long without you
Open up my pane and let in some rain
Shower down my face...so you won't see me blue
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
I need some clothes to support me
I need to embrace you to live my fantasy
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Turn away
Don't look my way
Don't look at me
I'm not the sparkly sea
As you can clearly see...
I'm naked with shame
There's no one to blame...
but I...this humiliation remains the same
But I must flee sooner than they think
I need some time alone... To think... to ponder as I sink
Into my sea of thoughts and paradise...
I'm on a mission... To discover a previous prize
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
If you blink, you'll miss the love scene in Romeo and Juliet
That was made for us to see and experience for ourselves...
Don't leave me on the shelves...
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Curiosity drives us to our feet...
You make my heart beat
In perfect rhythm... I appreciate your blessed benevolence (towards me)
But I'll try to stay proper and discreet...
I wish I could take a piece of your pure prudence (I want to watch you flee)
Ooooooh.... Oooooh....OoooOooh...
Hey x3
You clothe me up...
What's up with you today?
I'm naked and ashamed
Turn the other way...
'Cause today is not the only day
I feel so damn afraid...
But hey x3
You make me feel whole
How was your day?
Hopefully the sky wasn't a shade of gray
saguaros
guardians of the sonora
a battalion wafting
in one hundred degree heat
standing sentry on granite slopes
vertical green etches
in carmel cliffs
literally--litter the foothills
rising up the mountain
saguaros fall away
ocotillos remain
their leafy tentacles flailing
like upside down tarantulas
dotting the crevices and shelves
along with mexican oak
climbing higher
ocotillo give way
to arizona cypress, alligator juniper,
and too many nondeciduous oaks to name
desert? what desert?
temperature's dropped to sixty four
at six thousand feet
aspen and maple emerge
a little further
along come all the conifers
tall dark forests of
douglas fir and ponderosa pine
nearing the summit there's...
snow? not snow. in august?
no, not snow. really?
nine thousand feet
corkbark fir and a
couple of spruce
it's now a cool
fifty two
town on top
we stop
baby needs hoody
and hot chocolate
grandpa needs
to fathom it all
fifty miles,
six thousand five hundred feet
below
it's one hundred and three
sky island
not overrated
And they survive despite the rationed light,
Despite a failing clinic's empty shelves
And ruins where the tourist dollars bled.
The common people know to push ahead,
Just as the state maintains its steady charge,
Refusing to succumb to outside strain.
Long years of drilling offer stark relief,
Their culture claims historic, central name--
Resistir—the revolutionary code
Sustained through seven decades of defiance
To stand against the heavy, crashing wave
And outlast wars that stretch across an age.
What choice is left to helpless nations now
Save learning to endure with empty hands?
This trial bred a singular facet
That tried the patience of their enemy.
Each barrier and blockade only served
To steel their firm resolve to resist more.
They bend to fast-evolving, adverse times.
Since nothing stays eternal on this earth,
And nothing is forever cast in stone,
Let ancient poets sing their praise aloud:
Survival is no badge of bitter shame,
But human art that swims through fiercest floods.
The seeds once sown within the human womb
Lives on to sprout when sunlight finds a way,
Despite dark clouds, life chooses not to die;
It may be true that death awaits us all,
But saying not today, remains the step
That forces Death to reckon with the truth.
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Happenings | 02.08.2026 | courage, death, life, survival, Bank Verse
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