THE CAT
Oooh. Some things you wouldn’t believe, would you?
When I moved into Beaumaris Avenue, number 4
I met Gladys, who lived next door.
She lived alone with her cat, called Jed,
A big black moggie, with a big black head.
He had saucer green eyes that seemed to glow
And the threat of death in every claw.
His screams in the night made my blood boil
And he left foul-smelling parcels in my soil
Oooooooh, some things you wouldn’t believe would you!
I went round when I could stand it no more
And I indignantly banged on Gladys’s door.
A builder answered with hammer in his hand
But I threw him my complaint, just as I’d planned!
He said, “you’ve a problem, it’s been empty a year or more!”
And with a contemptuous look, he slammed the front door!
So I went back home, I couldn’t sleep that night,
It left me feeling all queasy and tense,
And at midnight I looked out the bedroom window
And there, were a pair,
of glowing green eyes, looking, back at me, from the fence!
Oooh. some things you wouldn’t believe, would you?
was a garden unloved not many flowers
memories run deep and were buried there
here children used to play in summer showers
a cat stalked looking absurd with an irritable stare
we caught this moggie stalking a tiny mouse
was hiding away in the iris bed
not caring one iota that a cat was about
he laid down to snooze resting his head
suddenly he heard the thunder of paws
jumped up with a start through a window ran
landed on the gas meter which was old beyond years
broke off the pipe, was a big bang
an engineer was called a man heard the blast
an evil smell emits the air
was a genial man with a happy smile
costly job this, to make a repair.
the mouse was stunned and lying there
gave his chest a rub a generous thought
i appreciate that the little mouse said
excellent said the repairman as a remedy he sought
remember all no matter large or small
look where you land when you take a fall
took me forever to write this
penned on 6/7/2016
PRIMP and PREEN
Passersby’s halt, they fear to walk by, to fall to this feline
in her prime. No moggie is she who’s primped and preened
in contemplation she flaunts her flair. Motionless as art, her
body’s dreadful covered in copious layers of azure fur.
This she cat finds each passerby a meal, a most delectable prey.
Primped and preened, her snaking tail waving rhythmic.
Her trunk’s molded like a rounded goblet full of wine.
Her paws arrest, slender, like a maiden's finger fine.
Her chest full and firm, she posed with influential height.
Her translucent tabby orbs shutter, then focus to gaze
reflecting a light, shadowed by a panacea of unfolding lies;
twin spheres speak, solid, content in serenity and pride.
There's a bombshell shining in this cat's eyes.
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~Inspired by: The Blue Cat by Pamela Colman Smith 1907~
***For Debbi Guzzi's: Ten Paintings, Ten Poems, ALMOST DONE
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
08:24; January 13, 2015
The snow white blanket glistening
so brightly all around
has grown so very tired
as the winter's winding down.
Oh how we long for Springtimes' sun
to smile about the place
to melt the weary winter snow
and wash its' dirty face.
But when the old and forlorn snow
has melted we shall find
we'll curse all of the Springtime mud
that it will leave behind.
This was inspired by Moggie, the woman I was aid
and companion to, when she was commenting on
the dirty snow and said someone should write a
poem about it. I wrote this for her and I wanted to
share this with you. RG
With bushy tails and shining eyes
our noon time nibblers come
to sit upon their pole and eat
and give us noon time fun.
They jump and scurry all about
to get what we leave there.
Wee paws, they use so cunningly
to chonk their daily fare.
The peanut shells, they pile up
but we'll always leave them more
to be entertained at lunch time
with their antics we adore.
This is dedicated to Moggie Bonner,
a wonderful women who I had the blessing
to be her aid and companion for the last six years
of her life. I wrote this for her during my employ.
It was a daily joy for both of us to watch the squirrels
"chonk" which is a phrase she always used. She kept
this on her table and read it everyday. She passed away
in 2006 at the age of 95. I miss you Moggie
and I'll always love you. Robin
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