AS THE YELLOW TAPE DECORATED MY TOWN HOME
PEOPLE FROM ALL OVER WATCHED IN SILENCE
I FROZE MY HEART POUNDING LIKE THUNDER WHY
IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD FOR THIS MAN WHO
LIE BLEEDING AT MY FEET I HERE HIM WHISPER
FOR MERCY HE HELD OUT HIS HANDS WITH BLOOD
IN THE CORNER OF HIS MOUTH I FEEL LIKE MOTHER
THERESA AND JOAN LUNDON AT THE SAME TIME
MY MIND QUICKLY MOVES BACK TO COMPASSION
AND LIFE FOR HIS SOUL LORD I PRAYED WITH THIS
DYING MAN AS I WEEP SO TRAUMATIZED BY VIOLENCE
YET AGAIN THE MAN COVERED WITH HOLES
OF BLOOD HE REACHED FOR ME I COULDN'T STOP
HIS PAIN WHY WHY AND WHAT DOES HE WANT
WITH ME HE'S DEAD ALMOST HIS LEGS IS TREMBLING
HIS BREATH SHALLOW I TELL HIM I'LL GET HELP
I WAS AFRAID FOR HIM TO TOUCH ME AS I REACHED
OUT MY HAND THIS DYING MAN SAID NO PLEASE
STOP YOUR CRYING IT'S KILLING ME
WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA NICHOLSEN 5-14-2004
2610 PROVIDENCE STREET FORT MYERS FLORIDA
AFTER WITNESSING THE KILLING OF MY ASSASIN
1211 ST ROYAL PLACE ST JAMES PLACE TAMPA
8-14-2003 MY KILLER GUNNED DOWN PURRED
AT MY FEET HE WAS KILLED FOR ARRIVING TO KILL ME
GOD BLESS AMERICA
Most adorable gift I've ever received when I was a child
was a lovely kitten who often nestled by my side,
I named him Kuting from her overloading cuteness;
We became best buddies, my precious toy, my happiness.
He grew up into a fine feline, helping us in the house
and in our small barn too, driving all rats or mouse,
Trained to use his improvised loo was a high rate;
At meal time, he quietly sat in front of me to wait.
A well-mannered and most friendly pet I’ve ever had,
Never stole foods nor scratched me…my parents were so glad;
To our farm animals, so playful gentle and kind,
Ducklings and chicks were always following him behind.
God has given him so many years to live -
reward of great cat's love purred to us at immense heave;
His life ended after fighting with a poisonous snake
that devoured some eggs and hissed my dog, Spotneck.
Oh, Kuting you were my best friend, pet and hero!
We hold you in our heart, we’ll never forget you,
Our photos together on shelves are great reminders
of your many beautiful memories that'll be treasured forever!
My svelte bushy tailed cat, Hamilton, whose praises I laud,
leapt onto my lap and purred in a jittery fashion because,
a whiff of marked shift in daily routine,
she did pick up from my nonverbal long body waves,
each earnest habit once set in stone an absent without trace,
my darling pet so alert would detect the slightest tweak,
and spell out how the goal post now astir smelt fishy,
Hamilton, a character so utterly oozes otherworld charm,
as is the wont of divine feline species beyond limit,
and with impishness a constant in the past this pet of mine,
would latch on to each prized item as if driven to whisk them away,
that guilt free shrewd smirk infernal innocent methinks,
why me no I wouldn’t bug, irk, upset one so precious as you,
or tear at your tender heart haphazardly in an inane quest,
for nose-rubbing notice, deep bond playful jest,
as I peer in awe at that dainty trot whilst on the prowl,
a misty eyed me recalled her fond cat laugh bag of tricks,
yet to hear a taxi outside beep is a less than warm reminder,
that I must depart though unwilling from Hamilton’s grasp,
bursting into a sob as she stared from the stair top
My svelte bushy tailed cat, Hamilton, whose praises I laud,
Leapt onto my lap and purred in an agitated manner because,
they knew something had changed, her life altered,
things would not be the same from then on,
cats sense these things at once, they sense what is happening,
and will act at once without the slightest delay,
Hamilton, a character so utterly charming,
as the feline of the species can be,
how many times in the past did she,
whisk away things belonging to me,
and that guilt free smirk so innocent methinks,
why me no I wouldn’t steal and hide your books,
or tear them to shreds just to draw,
attention and dare me to play with her,
the way she crept in that dainty trot whilst on the prowl,
her antics were legion and so were her cat laugh tricks,
but she cast a fix stare and whined so loud,
the taxi outside beeped, hamilton knew I was going away,
It touched me so as I slowly detached from her tense clasp,
I waved to this pet of mine tearfully as she stared from the window
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A Therianthrope’s Harsh Winter
Snowflakes sunk into my soft fur
I purred as my fur began to puff
the puff wetting my once so soft fur.
I fluttered as my fur began to puff.
During the Nightengale, when its cold,
When my head is filled in the slough
tarnished in scuff making me less bold.
My lips shuddered in the freezing snow,
flakes flowed and i decided to bring my body to a fold
from hind legs to long legs nestled in snow
wallow in the warmth, losing my wool
soft skin leaving me in a soft glow
I run against the snow and its cool
running back to my home and no longer being a fool
drugged winter fighting against the null
A Therianthrope’s Harsh Winter (Alternative Ending)
Snowflakes sunk into my soft fur
I purred as my fur began to puff
the puff wetting my once so soft fur.
I fluttered as my fur began to puff.
During the Nightengale, when its cold,
When my head is filled in the slough
tarnished in scuff making me less bold.
My lips shuddered in the freezing snow,
flakes flowed and i decided to bring my body to a fold
from hind legs to long legs nestled in snow
wallow in the warmth, losing my wool
soft skin leaving me in a soft glow
I run against the snow and its cool
running back to my home and no longer being a fool
I blinked and felt my feet go small,
Four fuzzy paws, no shoes at all.
A wagging tail began to sway,
Somehow I was a dog today.
Beside me sat a tabby bright,
My son, now whiskered, striped and light.
He purred, "Well this is new for sure,"
Then bounded through a golden door.
A familiar bark ran out across the ridge,
She waited near the rainbow bridge.
Our rescued girl, all healed and free,
Came racing, overjoyed to see.
She nuzzled me with happy cries,
A knowing sparkle in her eyes.
She circled him with gentle grace,
Then led us toward a shining place.
"You saved my life," her presence said,
"From hopeless days and fear and dread.
Now let me guide you, just as true,
I've waited here to walk with you."
We followed through the colored gleam,
As light danced softly like a dream.
And only when the sky turned blue
did I see what she already knew.
The world below grew faint and thin,
A place we wouldn't walk again.
My son curled close, his purrs at rest,
We understood but felt no stress.
For she was there, our loyal friend,
To lead us home at journey's end.
And she, our guide, with tail held high,
Led us toward the endless sky.
Love, and its warm cultivating
Which continues on, dear
Started early.
In this patted, as tender held
If tickled for pet, true.
Pleased, purred softly.
Once upon a time Santa Claus was reading his Christmas list,
and he saw that a little girl called Sue wanted a kitten to kiss.
Santa Claus knew that Sue had been a very good girl all year,
so, he wanted to bring her a special kitten to always keep near.
Now, you may not know but Santa Claus loves kittens and kittens,
and has tons in his North Pole home that are as warm as mittens.
Santa brought a few (7) to his fireplace cozy room and tested them,
he placed each in a stocking- just (2) stayed the rest were mayhem.
Mayhem means when a kitten is being crazy and having some fun,
into this and that, stealing a cookie crumb, exploring and on the run.
Santa made a choice and it was not the stocking kittens by the fire.
but a brown 'n white fluffy kitten climbing curtains higher and higher.
For Santa knew that Sue was a girl who loved to twirl, leap and dance,
so she needed a delightful little kitten who liked to play, run and prance.
On Christmas morn' Sue screamed with delight as her kitten purred love,
and Sue's little girl big eyes sparkled like the winter sun shining above !
a whore and a boy
It was a big whore camp where the tank ship crew
went to have paid for sex
I was sixteen years old, and the crew on our ship
thought it was time for me to have sex
The woman who had chosen was dusky and slim
I stood in her room and didn't know what to do
She told me to take my pants off, and she went
to work, placing me inside her open legs, steering
me into the proper opening
It didn't last long, but she hugged me and said
I was a sweet boy, but I didn't kiss. I had been
Never kiss a whore
Later in the evening, she came back and dragged me
into her room, where she began kissing me, no, I did
not resist, and we had incredible sex
She showed me how to satisfy a woman in ways
I didn't know. I remember she purred like a cat
We were tightly embraced, she called me sweet
names, and I was deeply in love
It didn't last, a crew member said we had to go
Back on board, they asked if I had kissed her.
No, we had only "ed," I bravely said
When the ship came back to Curacao, we went
to the same place, but my girl was not there
A friendly place
There are no catfish in our little lake
But it has giant frogs, and some of them die if they are late
and the sun warms just standing on the stone, unable to move
Fodder for the crows. There are no dangerous animals
except for boars with a litter and snakes slither away
There were rumours some years ago about a panther-like
like being, and farmers cocked their guns
I went to have a look, and it was a cat that was glad to see me
took it home, opened a tin of tuna, and it purred happily.
It was an independent cat; sometimes it disappeared for weeks
Then came home telling me nothing, after sleeping in the cupboard
All day, it went out and never came back. Perhaps it had met a fox
And I relived the struggle I must have had before losing.
I had a dog once; she lived to be sixteen, and I never trained her.
She gave paw and chase balls, and she told me when it was
time to go for a walk. I don`t walk much now. I have no one looking
out for me; my friends call her my daughter.
I have been offered a dog, but I refuse. I think what will happen
Should I die?
cat on her shoulder,
flashy earrings tickling her ear
she put herself into a hypnotic trance
used remote viewing to focus on her subject
What were they thinking?
Why?
How accurate were they?
The cat purred, spurring her on.
She had always been empathetic.
This visualization took her to a whole new dimension.
The cat fell asleep, for they were both so relaxed.
All of the answers came easily after this.
In my town, a sight I pass every day is Ugly the cat.
One eyed UGLY, is strange and most tell him to scat.
Fights have caused a limp and he has just one ear.
He’s a sorrowful looking mess that many people fear.
Some feed him, and I have given him milk to drink.
I doubt anyone has gotten close, sure to be a stink
He’s not the type of cat you’d love or want to own
Poor old Ugly seemed happy to be all alone.
A newcomer to the area took a dislike to the cat
Poured water over it, so it moved from where it sat
It was Winter and the bitter cold he just couldn't stand
The cat was near death, I picked him up with a gentle hand
That sweet cat nestled into my coat and gently purred
That was a sound that from Ugly no-one had heard
I looked down at his unfortunate face, and shed a tear
Don’t worry mate I softly said, I will stay with you here
He looked back and gave a soft meow and slipped away.
I missed him, but "glad he is gone" some would say.
A feeling of regret that I didn't do more, I had inside.
Hung a plaque on the wall. This is where Ugly did reside.
That soft whir that hums away
Holds my heart with so much sway
It slips me to a bygone day
Now digital decay
Those nights when it could be heard
I never noticed when it whirred
But now i’d find my heart stirred
To remember how the white noise purred
At night, while my mind goes on
I realize that the noise is gone
When did it fade with the dawn
Will I follow it into the beyond?
Where is the sound of static?
It was after midnight,
when he slipped out of bed,
careful not to disturb,
the trailing streamers
of dreamers in la la land.
The house held its breath warm—
willing all within its walls
to stay asleep; not be stirred.
The creaks of timber stairs
were never heard, never slurred,
to blurt out their secrets and
break the stark, thin, brittle hush of night.
As he snuck into the kitchen,
the night light came on,
saving a bare-foot snub.
As he stooped to open the fridge,
he saw the note she left on the door,
from the day before, saying:
“I forgot to tell you the milk's a little off.”
He smiled at the crooked charm of the message,
feeling a ghost in the whispered warning.
Fed the milk to the cat.
It purred with delight.
Sometimes he thought, such tiny phrases,
slip in before they're noticed,
curdle before you taste them.
Only to slink away with a sting in their tale.
With that, he nodded and returned.
The fridge door slammed itself shut.
He wandered back to bed, on tiptoe, making no sound.
He left the light night burning,
for the shadows that rose on the landing,
and for the cat.
Both slunk away, back to bed.
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