On starry nights the tabbies walk
in shadow lands of harmonic balance,
for tabby cats of orange descent
shine their light amid moon-glow.
Psychic cats in other world duty
see with eyes that pierce through night;
where stalking shadows are just plain spooky
orange striped spirits calm the fright.
Every living being that exists
has its’ very special purpose;
orange stripes of these shamanists
imprison evil that might resurface.
Feline specters in dew-laden mists
offer up their spiritual energies;
for earth’s protection they persist
in guarding Gaia’s spiritual seas.
Categories:
shamanists, animal, cat, nature, pets,
Form: Free verse
My gypsy, mystic, music soul dances in ellipses
Down pathways of holy manta mandalas.
Ritualistic, shamanists trace circles in painted sand,
And, I stand in boots of slavery,
Like a penitent at the altar,
Seeking entry permission at
The vulvic door of your love.
You wallow in anguished, angry fear,
Hungering with your eyes.
the rosey velvet treasure clutched
Like crumbled heart-shaped chocolate dreams-
Of Valentine's Days forgotten.
You never even got a card.
It still hurts you deep inside;
Down in your "long ago".
Leaving teardrops like a breadcrumb trail,
My robber's feet run rampant
Trampling, as I scamper,
The Lilacs left before your door.
When you relent from your sorrow;
Stop paying interest on debts you don't owe,
You'll find me at the local pool-hall
Shooting darts and talking low,
On the pay phone in the back.
Categories:
shamanists, allegory
Form: Iambic Pentameter