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The fat black cat was lazy.--but he was loved.
He had a favourite place to sleep--up above.
High up in the ganghut tree-- on a stump.
He would struggle up it daily-- he was plump.
He had several whiskers missing-- due to fights.
He always preferred darkness--never light.
His eyes they really sparkled-- they were green.
Often he"d go missing--never seen.
He always turned up early-- for his food.
He purred around your legs -- he was good.
His rough tounge lapping milk-- it was pink.
He never went near water-- except to drink.
He liked to lie on beds-- spread out flat.
He was very hard to lift-- he was fat.
He would stare out any window-- he was nosey.
He loved electric fires-- they were cosy.
His life was good and rich -- he was happy.
until the household bought a PUPPY!--it was Yappy.
It encroached upon his space--that he hated.
But what to do about it --he just waited.
He hatched a cunning plan-- he was clever.
To get rid of that silly dog-- once and forever.
He would tell him of a meeting-- get together.
That the dog would have to go there--oh what ever!
The silly dog went with him-- his tail wagging.
He did not take much persuading--no, no nagging.
Come and meet your fellow friends-- other hounds.
Fat cat promptly ditched him--in the dog pound.
There was uproar in the house-- wheres the dog?
But fat cat he just slept-- like a log.
He grew bigger in retirement-- rather large.
But he knew the house was his --i"m in charge!
In the mind of earth’s creator,
towering, tall, majestic walls,
symbol of celestial city,
established on foundation sure.
On the promise of his maker,
Abram’s faith beheld its beauty.
City with a firm foundation,
made by God’s almighty hand.
After God deluged the nations,
steeped in sin, ripe in rebellion,
Noah’s sons and their descendants,
in their travels found a vast plain.
Come let us erect a city,
made of bricks secured by asphalt.
Spread out in the land of Shinar,
with a tower reaching heaven.
But the Lord seeing their motives,
devised a scheme their plans to thwart.
He swooped down, confused their language,
scattering them east, west, north, south.
Babel’s tower stands symbolic,
of man’s pride and perverse scheming,
in his quest for independence,
from his God and sole sustainer.
Zion city, earthly forebear,
of the city with foundation.
Fashioned as the habitation,
Soon to be my eternal home.
Me and my fellow buckaroos have had a real rough day.
Plumb tuckered out, we still are not ready to hit the hay.
Our bacon, the beans and biscuits have all been gobbled up.
My coffee now is growing cold inside my old tin cup.
Sitting around the fire, it feels good to just lean back.
A harmonica my friend is taking now from his "war sack."
melancholy is his tune. Two cowpokes who have guitars
are joining in with my friend Jake. I look up at the stars.
I want to liven up the scene, so I sing them my new song -
the one I wrote a month ago. The others sing along.
I love this life and being on this current cattle drive.
Not married yet, I'm saving up. At least I can survive!
It's time to get our sleep in. My bedroll's spread out. By and by,
I'll be deaming about my gal Sal beneath this starry sky!
Jan. 27, 2021
Jan. 27, 2021 for Line Gautheir's 'Cowboy Poetry' Poetry Contest
And there it comes crashing down all the way to midfield bearing an anchor and a crown and an inscription buried in the ground that reads epitaph of a derailed dream. Thousands pack the soccer stadium waiting anxiously for the match to begin; at the brawling sound whistle of the boys began sing. They spread out on the field, running after their own shadows, but the shadows were too swift so they end up landing on the beggar’s man head. Several missed opportunity scrambled by and the roar and shouts began to mount in the sky.
The birds are flying over head carrying a heavy burden upon their head and the mystical sound from the woodpecker pecking wood from a distance chimes in. And then the thunder rolled bringing back memory to my soul. I could visualize the days when I used to go by the sea shore and walk on white sand that saturate deep in the land; and the birds would come scampering around looking for fish that have washed up on the shore. The sound of the motorboats cutting through water in an urgency to avert a disaster. Just as I was about to relax on the shore the lightning flashed illuminating the sky and burning the energy out of the tree and melting their courage as they stand by.
A rush of energy passed through my body and something in the stadium blasted through the air, the pipe broke with a force parachuting spectators from the stand, knocking them out of their seats and spreading them on the ground of the soccer field. The cry for help resonated all around but the military could not be found destiny hangs high on a thread carrying them off to mesmerize with the dead.
The crowd rushed towards the entrance triggering a mass stampede some people got crushed in their head, and hundreds of them end up dead. The water kept flowing and my spirit kept moaning and water engulf the soccer field and form a sea in seconds. Big boats rolling in and more than a hundred helicopters circle the sky looking for a place to land to aid in the rescue.
Sometimes I feel lost in the moment
Feel like my die is cast
And times don’t have the same emotion
Must be I’m trapped in the past
Seems like there was a lot more love
Also a lot less greed
If my dad wanted a loan from the local bank
A handshake was all he would need
Meals were cooked on an old coal stove
Clothes on the line in the yard
Friday night fights on a black and white TV
If you had a nickel, times weren’t hard
Holding a sparkler on the fourth of July
Sometimes your fingers got burned
Honesty and pride in a hard day’s work
Were a few of the lessons we learned
Holding hot dogs over a campfire
Embedded on a stick
Burnt marshmallows for dessert
Or some blueberries that we’d pick
With a piece of branch and a sponge ball
A game of baseball we played
After working up a sweat
We’d have home made lemonade
Nothing ever went to waste
Financially times were hard
But even the leftover bread crumbs
Were spread out for the birds in the yard
How did the world come to this
Not even relationships built to last
If I have my choice of lifestyles
Dear God, let me be trapped in the past.
I had a separate social life where stoners didn’t exist
it was when I came alive so many ladies kissed
happy days fulfilling life that all the stoners missed
people come and go with time but those stoners persist
They never learned to socialise without an angry mist
it went from pulling girls all night to waving around fists
from mature company to childishness you babysit
learning company you keep is the most important bit
I was carefree and confident without a single worry
charming girls with compliments no shortage in no hurry
but with stoners I couldn’t be my natural self and happy
turning me self conscious under pressure and quite lousy
When we went out no one would pull and they stayed in a crowd
which made the night uncomfortable the other groups spread out
giving freedom to meet girls but stoners stand surround
which I thought was immature invading space and sound
This is what those stoners saw an awkward guy who couldn’t pull
while other groups would see me cool attracting many girls and more
and stoners love it when you fail they don’t exactly treat you well
they get one girl who never leaves and you’re the one left lonely
with a stoner memory that wasn’t there and didn’t see
the best nights when I felt free to confidently act as me
that separate life that I once had drifting into history
stoners start to tell people I’m not successful socially
It’s funny really nobody hears me stoners say I lie so weirdly
speaking of the past I had people laugh telling me don’t be daft
lying of a life that they do not believe I ever had
of all the groups of friends I’ve known the worst became the last!
I ought to lie on the lawn and rest my head.
I feel revitalized as the cold breeze spread.
Watch for wildlife, but follow your nose.
Relish the lush vegetation or a budding rose.
I wish I had my toys out to savor the grass.
Be respectful, and don't be crass.
Engage with people of every walk and class.
Anyone can be a side of the upper brass.
Sustain your feet grounded,
continue to survive, and be surrounded.
The effects of loneliness can kill.
It does not allow you to develop your skill.
Grass has complete control over its time.
Throughout the day, swaying with sublime
Weep for the frame of a divided landscape.
Buds extend their arms across vacant shapes.
With seeds and bees, sprout a grassland.
A flower and buzzing bees form a band.
You will be able to survive the cool breeze.
Petals of living buds are still on the trees.
I have spread out my quilt on the lawn,
in the shade of a scenic willow tree.
Admiring its slender, green leaves at dawn.
Draws down on me and the soil around me.
Love will blossom as a tender seed,
even if the earth is tainted with weed.
Love will proceed until it finds a home.
In one's inner depths, akin to bliss foam.
Written: March 19, 2023
In The Grass Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
2/23/21
From May to April
Faithful
Remaining grateful
And thankful
Hiking around with a dog named Hazel
Sometimes watching a movie or something on cable
Got to make the best of it, or else it would be shameful
Far too often people being sour and hateful
Tripping over power in ways that are disgraceful
Occasionally it was painful
At times there was betrayal
Similar to Cain and Abel
Still I sought to bring a lot to the table
Using it effectively instead of being wasteful
Easy to follow or hard to track on any trail
The end result was successful or it failed
I sped around or moved like a snail
Saw it all on a minor or major scale
Laid low like a minnow or moved around like a Blue Whale
Drinking alcohol, water or ginger ale
The real thing not no Fairy-tale
Or old wives' tale
Got to live it up every day, before they put in the final coffin nail
I loss, reached a stalemate or prevailed
Setting sail
For as long as I can, until the outcome is fatal
Stars went out and others grew bright
Never lose sight
All through life
Underneath sunshine and moonlight
Always trying to do right
Regardless of if we are ever able to truly unite
At all times they watch
Folks continually being brain washed
Obsessed and distracted by the playoffs
Instead of individuals around us similar to Adolf
Far too often there is a face-off
Worked out great or it came at a great cost
Wasn't always a straight shot
In and out of areas with more or less than eight cops
Spread out or posted up in the same spot
For Pete's sake
It was easy or difficult taking more than three takes
Near and far from sea snakes
While in and out of the breezeway
As life continues on or begins to decay
Once in awhile I'd have a slice of cheesecake
Close to or nowhere near the seascape
Some never had it, others lost it, and the rest believe with faith
Few generous, most a cheapskate
Among garbage and keepsakes
Occasionally I daydream
Realize it isn't what it always may seem
Would it do us any better if we end up on the same team?
Tree of life
As man stands amongst the gentle giant of the tree, as a gentle wind blows through its leaves, one cannot help but feel so small…
Its giant trunk the foundation of which holds the giant limbs, branches leading up to the sun streaked sky, the bright fall sun shies through the branches..
How it stands firm, in natures ever changing winds, storms, bending and creaking, yet it stands the test of time, as He sits underneath. Seeking shelter from the heat of the sun, a cool shade cools his soul.
So many branches, limbs spread out to form a huge tree of strength, endurance, courage, standing tall, providing a place of rest for GODS creations, a squirrel busy hiding nuts for winters cold season, a sing bird singing for whoever stops to listen.
The tree of Life, so strong, yet its soft branches reaching to the HEAVENS, and its broad trunk aching for a HUG, we never stop to think how vital is a tree which is a place of refuge for so many of GODS creations, look up sometime and gaze into the sky, where its branches reaching into HEAVEN, and its roots deep under the ground, started with only a MUSTARD seed, its planter was Our HEAVENLY Father who also created us.
5 large egg whites
250g caster sugar
380ml double cream
5 tbsp lemon curd
300g blackberries
2 tbsp pistachios, toasted & roughly chopped
InstructionsPreheat the oven to 180 C/160 C fan. Line two large baking trays with baking parchment.
In a large bowl, whisk the egg whites until soft peaks form. Adding the sugar 1 tbsp at a time, continuing to whisk until you have a stiff, glossy meringue.
Divide into three, placing two big dollops nto one baking sheet and one on the other. Spread out until you have three circles approx 20cm in diameter.
Place the trays in the oven and immediately reduce the heat to 140 C/120 C fan. Bake for one hour then turn off the oven and leave the meringues inside to cool completely.
When ready to serve, whip the cream until soft peaks form and fold in the lemon curd. Remove the meringues from the baking parchment and layer with whipped cream, blackberries and a sprinkle of pistachios. Serve in thick slices.
This meringue cake is best eaten on the day of making, but leftovers will keep in an airtight container in the fridge for a day or two.Fagotto Amaretto chocalae and piscatoes