serene-laudene-lee - Hello Poetry

As golden gleams of summer fade away Then on the backs of falling leaves alight Pallidity becomes the autumn day And languor shrouds the cold and listless night As fog benights the lonesome starless sky I perch here on the window pane reclined The songs of stridulating crickets pry Into my solitary mind and find It hard at work and trying to devise Elaborate schemes to get out of this place To where there're lizards, hummingbirds and mice I feel the urge to hide, to hunt, to chase Until dawn breaks the shackles of this blight I'll be here mooning till the morning light

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Feb 12, 2013

Feb 12, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC

A CAT'S SONNET: Till the Morning Light

As golden gleams of summer fade away Then on the backs of falling leaves alight Pallidity becomes the autumn day And languor shrouds the cold and listless night As fog benights the lonesome starless sky I perch here on the window pane reclined The songs of stridulating crickets pry Into my solitary mind and find It hard at work and trying to devise Elaborate schemes to get out of this place To where there're lizards, hummingbirds and mice I feel the urge to hide, to hunt, to chase Until dawn breaks the shackles of this blight I'll be here mooning till the morning light

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Perhaps someday but not today You'll heed the calling of the land And feel it reaching out for you The way it summons my soul too Then, perhaps then, you will --- Take me to the park The cloak of snow that clothed the park Is mud and slush on paws today On socks, sweatpants, and sneakers too And that just doesn't work for you Not a drip or a drop should ever land Not a dip or a dot would ever will The cat is preaching about free will The thing that will lead me to the park "Find it and you can go today" "Wouldn't you like that too, In truth, wouldn't you?" He gets off his high horse of a perch and lands While he's off to see how lies the land I remain - supine - wondering if you will Take me to the park --- Take me to the park today Hoping you'll say, "Yes, I'd love to go too. I'd love to go with you." At the hour of habit, I wait by the door for you To take these paws from cut pile to land But the taper of your knitted brows today Leaves no room, no prospect for the park You open the door and to your will The sky spits a resounding dissent too The two-timing tabby chimes in too "I'll give up if I were you" But all I can think of is my paws on the land All I can think of is if you will Take me to the park --- Take me to the park today Perhaps later today you'll hear it too The call of the land beckoning for you Then, perhaps then, you will take me to the park

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Feb 12, 2013

Feb 12, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC

SESTINA: Perhaps Someday but Not Today

Perhaps someday but not today You'll heed the calling of the land And feel it reaching out for you The way it summons my soul too Then, perhaps then, you will --- Take me to the park The cloak of snow that clothed the park Is mud and slush on paws today On socks, sweatpants, and sneakers too And that just doesn't work for you Not a drip or a drop should ever land Not a dip or a dot would ever will The cat is preaching about free will The thing that will lead me to the park "Find it and you can go today" "Wouldn't you like that too, In truth, wouldn't you?" He gets off his high horse of a perch and lands While he's off to see how lies the land I remain - supine - wondering if you will Take me to the park --- Take me to the park today Hoping you'll say, "Yes, I'd love to go too. I'd love to go with you." At the hour of habit, I wait by the door for you To take these paws from cut pile to land But the taper of your knitted brows today Leaves no room, no prospect for the park You open the door and to your will The sky spits a resounding dissent too The two-timing tabby chimes in too "I'll give up if I were you" But all I can think of is my paws on the land All I can think of is if you will Take me to the park --- Take me to the park today Perhaps later today you'll hear it too The call of the land beckoning for you Then, perhaps then, you will take me to the park

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Half a breath held The other half pacing Your fists are clenched Your neck muscles, tightening You become lightheaded As your heart starts racing Less carbon dioxide Sends a million thoughts flying Then you realize You're no longer holding The other half breath That you were repressing You enlist help from your stomach While your chest is heaving Now you're FULL ON DOWNRIGHT HYPERVENTILATING And as your heart pounds Your eyes, rapidly blinking Your mind's befuddled By all that's happening That you totally lose track Of what you were thinking Except how to stop Yourself from hyperventilating

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Mar 20, 2012

Mar 20, 2012 at 1:54 AM UTC

Full On, Downright

Half a breath held The other half pacing Your fists are clenched Your neck muscles, tightening You become lightheaded As your heart starts racing Less carbon dioxide Sends a million thoughts flying Then you realize You're no longer holding The other half breath That you were repressing You enlist help from your stomach While your chest is heaving Now you're FULL ON DOWNRIGHT HYPERVENTILATING And as your heart pounds Your eyes, rapidly blinking Your mind's befuddled By all that's happening That you totally lose track Of what you were thinking Except how to stop Yourself from hyperventilating

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Strange things happen in the house next door The charming little one with country decor And a darling kitchen with wallpaper galore That once was vacant and now no more Strange things happen in the house next door Loud thuds and footsteps on their wooden floor Opening cabinets and slamming drawers In the morning at half past four Strange things happen in the house next door That neither logic nor normalcy can account for I wish it were empty just like before 'Cause I don't sleep well anymore

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Mar 19, 2012

Mar 19, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC

From a Neighbor's Perspective

Strange things happen in the house next door The charming little one with country decor And a darling kitchen with wallpaper galore That once was vacant and now no more Strange things happen in the house next door Loud thuds and footsteps on their wooden floor Opening cabinets and slamming drawers In the morning at half past four Strange things happen in the house next door That neither logic nor normalcy can account for I wish it were empty just like before 'Cause I don't sleep well anymore

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We were out at the mall near home His eyes glued to his phone His body was there His mind, elsewhere and His soul was free to roam We were out at the mall near home Which he calls the Women’s Zone But I’ll come with you, dear Wait for you in this chair When you’re done, we will go home We were out at the mall near home Past the cakes and ice cream cones Within minutes, I hear ENOUGH OF WHAT'S HERE! LET'S SCOOT AND LET'S GO HOME! From the mall we were headed home Baffled by the sudden change of tone I started to tear A familiar scene appears And I awoke in my bed at home

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Mar 19, 2012

Mar 19, 2012 at 1:24 AM UTC

Glued to His Phone

We were out at the mall near home His eyes glued to his phone His body was there His mind, elsewhere and His soul was free to roam We were out at the mall near home Which he calls the Women’s Zone But I’ll come with you, dear Wait for you in this chair When you’re done, we will go home We were out at the mall near home Past the cakes and ice cream cones Within minutes, I hear ENOUGH OF WHAT'S HERE! LET'S SCOOT AND LET'S GO HOME! From the mall we were headed home Baffled by the sudden change of tone I started to tear A familiar scene appears And I awoke in my bed at home

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Maybe yes Or maybe no But most of the time I do not know A bathmat from a litter box Let alone what the future holds What’s the worst And what is best To put it quite frankly I couldn’t care less I’m asleep most of the day And eating or grooming the rest Slightly more Or slightly less Truth be told I think it’s all B.S. I have to take another nap now So leave me out of your sordid mess

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Mar 14, 2012

Mar 14, 2012 at 2:05 AM UTC

Truth be Told - A Poem by a Siamese Cat

Maybe yes Or maybe no But most of the time I do not know A bathmat from a litter box Let alone what the future holds What’s the worst And what is best To put it quite frankly I couldn’t care less I’m asleep most of the day And eating or grooming the rest Slightly more Or slightly less Truth be told I think it’s all B.S. I have to take another nap now So leave me out of your sordid mess

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Poem number forty-eight Does practically nothing to abate The current unemployment rate Or the budget deficit of this state Poem number forty-eight Incites no reactions at any rate Is neither a subject of public debate Nor a reflection of the people’s psychological state Poem number forty-eight Carries absolutely no moral weight It doesn’t shed light or illuminate Or trigger one’s desire to contemplate Poem number forty-eight Really isn’t all that great Because I've nothing to update I guess you will just have to wait

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Mar 1, 2012

Mar 1, 2012 at 12:46 AM UTC

Poem #48

Poem number forty-eight Does practically nothing to abate The current unemployment rate Or the budget deficit of this state Poem number forty-eight Incites no reactions at any rate Is neither a subject of public debate Nor a reflection of the people’s psychological state Poem number forty-eight Carries absolutely no moral weight It doesn’t shed light or illuminate Or trigger one’s desire to contemplate Poem number forty-eight Really isn’t all that great Because I've nothing to update I guess you will just have to wait

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It's not a store-bought card that matters But the words you mean to say And I think you put it perfectly When you say it everyday It's not an annual reservation At a fancy-schmancy place But trips to our favorite joints Where I can freely stuff my face It's not the occasional vacation To a plush, romantic place It's spending every night together In each other's sweet embrace It's not the lavish gift of diamonds Or an exorbitant bouquet But priceless effort behind the daily grind That undeniably conveys Just how much you truly love me In your own peculiar way And since you do it all the time I bet you'll keep it up today Have a happy, HAPPY Valentine's Day!

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Feb 14, 2012

Feb 14, 2012 at 6:12 PM UTC

Especially on Valentine's Day

It's not a store-bought card that matters But the words you mean to say And I think you put it perfectly When you say it everyday It's not an annual reservation At a fancy-schmancy place But trips to our favorite joints Where I can freely stuff my face It's not the occasional vacation To a plush, romantic place It's spending every night together In each other's sweet embrace It's not the lavish gift of diamonds Or an exorbitant bouquet But priceless effort behind the daily grind That undeniably conveys Just how much you truly love me In your own peculiar way And since you do it all the time I bet you'll keep it up today Have a happy, HAPPY Valentine's Day!

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December, December Now, I remember You're the annual pilgrimage On a road steeply cambered

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Dec 16, 2011

Dec 16, 2011 at 6:23 PM UTC

December

December, December Now, I remember You're the annual pilgrimage On a road steeply cambered

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It begins with just a kind word Softly spoken like a gentle touch Words that make the heart stir Like 'I adore' and such If the heart realizes that You love it very much Then you need not go much further To get the heart to budge With each and every whisper Let the heart be its own judge It will inch a little closer If it feels your kind words' nudge

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Oct 27, 2011

Oct 27, 2011 at 4:30 PM UTC

It Doesn't Take Very Much

It begins with just a kind word Softly spoken like a gentle touch Words that make the heart stir Like 'I adore' and such If the heart realizes that You love it very much Then you need not go much further To get the heart to budge With each and every whisper Let the heart be its own judge It will inch a little closer If it feels your kind words' nudge

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