Written: April 13, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "Let the water settle and you will see the moon and stars mirrored in your being," By Rumi
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Oat flakes float over the pale golden sky,
A white moon floats easily over land awry,
A shining reflection waltzes in your brown eye.
Your golden shade suits my dulcet face,
Glaucous clouds wrap seagulls as they pace,
Roses chilly hands ignite your heated place.
Soak it all in while I built a sandcastle—our empire,
A soft, wild cry from the coast, where we fire,
Seashells, salt and sand spats, our hearts wire.
Postcard-worthy memories cram my halcyon mind,
I'm catching a glimpse of moon face from behind.
4-5-2025
I know that you forget, especially in Spring ~
That we do wear bright, gold wedding rings!
Do you hide yours in your tight, clinging jeans?
When out at night, chasing some hot, young queens?
I recall all the many, fiery spats we have had.
But for some reason, I let that go, I ain’t mad!
I still am blessed, you are handsome and alive,
And you are my beautiful dude, that ain’t no jive!
I know nobody be as good together as we.
Makin’ love, neath a starlit, scented Magnolia tree!
So I sit me down, with jasmine tea, and just be chillin’!
‘Cuz to accept you as is, I am more than joyfully, fully willin’.
My neighbor lady, Treena, has a 'thing' for cats
Says they keep her home free of mice and rats
She pets their heads and their butts, she pats
when some of the snippy felines get into spats
She shares her loveseat with all her furry friends
On tasty cat food, a huge amount she spends
Three smelly kitty litter boxes often offends
the noses of her suitors, her visiting boyfriends
Treena took some offense at a certain politician
who has dissed cat ladies in his own admission
She won't vote for him in vice president position
and signed it "Cat Ladies Against Vance' petition
So, there she sits with blue clogs upon her feet
Content with saying, "My life feels so complete."
When the cats all meow, begging her for a treat
She gives them a pinch of catnip instead of meat
Her home is filled with lots of scratching posts
and there's not one cat that she loves the most
If they could speak of Treena, they would boast,
about their kind human and drink to her a toast
If he who does not know kept silent, discord would cease.
~ Socrates
Squabbling with words; spats in opposition
can bring about discord and suspicion
Christians should be able to live in harmony
or their accord and union will atrophy
What kind of world must humans think to mold
in bringing warmth and not a chilling cold
fashioning traits with kind words of diction
not spawning hurtful thoughts, causing friction
Antagonism unfolds to reveal hostility
ruining mutual trust and tranquility
With staunch optimism, I faithfully pray
that no chasm of rancor will whorl my way
For as long as the risen sun casts mornings in glory
we will not bind our souls with fear and worry
Each night a profusion of stars shines from above
I pray one day we will all share brotherly love
*My head is not buried in the sand, and I don't wear rose-colored
glasses, but I'd rather have positive thoughts than negative ones
about our tomorrows.
Every family has them
These unsettling times these misunderstandings
Times when many things come into play
In most cases these wee spats are soon over and forgotten
But sometimes differences run deeper
Because of other factors
Such as jealousy, middle child syndrome personality
It's only human nature at play
The necessity for all to find our place
In the overall scheme of life
To establish one's self in the pecking order
And accepting it without malice, without jealousy
A hard lesson to learn when we're brand new at he game
Always suspecting that siblings
Are the ones receiving preferential treatment
In reality, they are reacting in exactly the same matter
Trying their best to learn the ropes
To understand what life means what life is all about
But we never do have all the answers
Even if we survive those uncertain early years
And live to the ripe old age of thirty
Well that is what old age is when you're a teenager
Please be assured, you WILL get through
And be a well adjusted adult
El Coco Definitivo...
Get myself together
get a change of atmoshere
never mind the weather
only we can do this here
don't say you love me
when nothing you say is true
you and I together
starts with me and you
Friend of mine
someone to respect
nothing here but
but lies
and regrets
spats and fusses
got us seperated
try my best
to make it less complicated
got know thyme to be wiff me
sassy thang
you got it going on
why is this whiskey sweet
when it should be strong
I love the Laird
She heard my cry
time goes on
as the days go by
sista thang
said she's ah freind
she quite divisive
those smiles and grins
get it right
you tell me all the time
what you talking bout
Baby it aint mine
we got to fix our stuff
clean and chore
we gone have some guest
but you left your drawels
behind the door
whats ah man to do
whats ah man to do
you tipping out
gotta be
someone's get that Nummy
and it aint me
triffling
troubled fool
you left me broken hearted
Baby that aint cool
Reach to go the extra long mile.
It takes so much effort with trials.
On some days Satan tries to beguile
Quick! simplify your class.
As aging problems increase pains.
Going the extra mile remains
Causing friction once more again
Complaints_ those spats amass.
As the end of life here, slows down.
Live life's joy, wear the old age's crown.
Everyday move forward, don't drown.
Extra miles_ pearls not glass!
Foxglove faeries flitting freely,
tiny little ethereal sweeties;
picking blossoms to make hats,
faerie boys make themselves spats.
Mice, moths and butterflies,
are there strictly to apprise,
they're tiny judges of latest styles,
those faerie designs are really wild!
Among the flowers faeries flutter,
flying smoothly as hot butter;
wispy wings transparent be,
lovelier than the dogwood trees.
Fading blossoms made into clothes,
are fitting for the likes of those;
elementals craft some lovely things,
of colors fit for queens and kings.
If these faeries you ever espy,
say nothing and just pass on by;
disturb them not amid their duties,
just be pleased you glimpsed these cuties.
Ballet Unanwsered.........
(Ruaumoko Remix)
Had the nerve to wear this
yes I grunt cause
I'm amazed
got me striking up conversations
leaving me wondering
Like I'm in a daze
makes me think bout
what her man
was thinking
Letting moozy round
dressed that way
aint no shame in
what I'm
Thinking
try to get that woman
to look my way
you my everything
my all and all
got her phone number
waited for her to call
we making plans
to get it on
told me to
download
all my favorite songs
got sum New edition
some Marvin Gaye
let "live rock us away
aint no sunshine when she gone
she's Insacable
she the Only One
Woman I wonder
where your Man
could be
just tonight
you'll be with me
try to get it
so we can part as friends
cause when other find out
where and wiff who I'd
been
they'll start that comparsion Sh$t
say I can get that
if he could get it
than we be
in brawls and spats
learned to let it go
keep it where it's at
I aint jivein on this
said I...
I aint Jivin on this!
Animals in top hats,
Ride bicycles en road,
Spoked wheels and pedaled spats,
Round about, in ornamental spode.
Animals in monocles,
Spectate in obeisance,
Cuffed by inked chronicle:
Renascence-linked complacence.
Animals in Model Ts,
Toot along en route,
To queue below burlesque marquee,
Bloating bruit by gloat and brute.
Animals in suits,
Sustained by entree manner,
Tasting morsels, cheering lutes;
To labor, bond and banner.
Animals in petticoats,
Puffed in crinoline,
Corsets sweep beneath the bloat,
Ensure the meal’s unseen.
Animals in linen,
Lain in duvets, eider down,
Sunken pelt a skin had been in,
Before its fur had come to town.
Animals in animal,
Adorned disguise of dermis,
Woven threads of blastemal,
Posture vermin with a vermis.
Animals in animals,
Piquant bones to gnaw,
Ascetic starving cannibals,
Feed on creed and law.
Animals in groups,
Extensions of the self,
Lain in egg to cracked coops,
Atop a thrifted shelf.
Instead of rounding out our edges,
To conform our shape to objects,
End the heed, the empty pledges,
Be animal: love and sex.
there’s a temporal aberration
happening in my head
or it could be I am dreaming
or maybe I am dead
there’s a small purple t rex
who is wearing a bowler hat
while on his massive back legs
he’s sporting yellow spats
he’s dancing a foxtrot
summoning me with a wave
to join him in his frolic
but I just aren’t that brave
there’s an orchestra playing
composed of flying fish
under a banner stating that
we play anything you wish
the dance floor is crowded
I’ve just seen an antelope
with a sign on his back
all ye abandon hope
I am swimming in confusion
next to a cephalopod
all in all this situation
is somewhat rather odd
but I think I’ll just enjoy it
I may wake up by and by
or maybe this is just
a pleasant way to die
A spendthrift lady in New Orleans
clothed her wolfhound beyond her means
But he despised his top hats
and old-fashioned spats
Now he sports tie-died T-shirts and jeans
Conflict is inevitable
In any meaningful relationship.
It's okay to disagree.
It's okay to want different things.
No two people are exactly the same.
No matter how deeply in love
And happy a couple is,
Both are bound to be out of sync
In terms of needs and wants
Every now and then.
Conflict is inevitable
In any meaningful relationship.
Even couples with decades
Of marital bliss have spats
Once in a blue moon.
This is common knowledge.
It's impossible to be
On the same wavelength all the time.
Even longtime lovers have different fears,
Values, tastes and preferences.
Conflict is inevitable
In any meaningful relationship.
Opinions differ; rather than
Splitting hairs ad-nauseum,
It's better to brainstorm a solution.
And it's okay to arrive at an impasse.
Avoid going down the rabbit hole
Of blaming, belittling, guilt-tripping,
And threats. For the sake of peace,
Simply agree to disagree,
And everybody wins!
Date written: 12/10/2021
Rain slipped in
sliding on the din
just passed dark
came midnight sparks
before the light of morning sun,
spits and spats, tips and taps,
lulls and dulls,
sputtered mutters culls,
on the shutters closed,
clammy, dank, and damp,
click-clack, stamped,
pitter-patter tones,
on the walk path stones;
soft and harsh,
wind blowing scowls along the tarps
glistening glows
misting the grassy rows,
October doom looms,
harvests wells consumed
rain falls
as autumn calls.
Cats were in a cozy room filled with feline toys,
chats were going among the many fluffy kittens;
hats contained kitties but they were basket ploys,
spats on a few were white legs like long mittens !
Look at this place yelled the children with joy,
(a)nook where we can visit the cats and play;
storybook on the table- oh read it pleaded a boy,
picture-book and picture-book and kittens all day !
Cafe for people to meet cats for maybe adoption,
gay colors and great snacks and lots of fluff;
lay with the kittens- or just visit is another option,
stay as long as you want but they can get rough !
This place is great yelled the children so happy,
bliss could be seen in each boy and girls eye;
kiss all the furry faces for leaving will be unhappy,
hiss, said a grumpy kitty in reply as we left with a sigh !
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April 1, 2021
Poetry/Lento/The Cat Cafe
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1342-291-01
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Look At This Place !
sponsor, Matt Caliri, Judged 05/04/2021
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