For Lady Jane - Hello Poetry

May 2014

SG Holter

I look at you on the sofa.
Lying there all young, healthy
And warm, and I don't just want you
In the obvious sense; I want your
Liver, kidneys, flat stomach, strong,
Long, young legs.
Frankenstein's parts-storage
I want your youth.

I can't have it. I can't take it
And have it. Angry. I want to
Kick your ***, but not really.
I want your mouth to
Expell something
Other than this
Teenage girl
Chatter.

I want to hit your pretty face
With all of my one-third-life-crisis-
Frustration behind it
With a pillow.
Eat feather, child!
Chew cotton!
Munch goose!

Straight left-straight right.
I have fought men
Twice my size,
I'll beat you up
Until you
Suffocate
And surrender
From
Laughing
So
Hard.

May 2014

Marian

Guardian Angels

"What I Love Most About Lady Jane Is...Well,
Me & Her Get Along Like Two Pieces Of Candy
And She Is My Lifelong Companion & Always Will Be So
In The Same Way Your Cat Is Unique
Always Spend Time With Your Pet(s)
Just Like I Try To Do With Lady Jane
Because You Never Know When Your Sweet Pet
May Be Taken From You
If You're A Poet/Poetess Like Me, Write About Your Pet
Read Poems By Others Written For Her
Make Her Feel Mighty Special And Loved
And Another Very Important Thing...
Sure, There's Plenty Of Famous Pets Out There
But Never Forget That Your Pet Is Famous In Her Own Way
She Is Lucky To Have You & You Are Lucky To Have Her (Or Him)
She Doesn't Have To Be A Movie Star Just To Be Special
Every Pet Is Special...And They Don't Have To Be In Movies
Or Even The Most Courageous Pet Or Hero
Just To Be Special....Because They Already Are
By Providing You Years Of Special
& Happy Companionship With Them
And Always Remember To Love Your Pet...
And Act Nicely To Them
Always Keep In Mind That Sometimes
Even When You Don't Treat Them With Kindness
They Will Treat You With Kindness...
And Yeah, I Know, This Is Not A Poem...
More Like A Speech...But This Is What Is On My Mind
And I Just Wanted To Share It With You...
Thank You For Reading This!
May You Be Blessed With Years Of Friendship
With Your Special & Unique Pet!"

*~Marian~

Very Randomly Written Poem....
I Hope You Enjoy It!! :) ~~~~<3

May 2014

Marian

For Lady Jane (Villanelle)

Your big round eyes stared lovingly at me
I felt a spark of love for you at first sight
You keep me company whenever I am lonely

Even when you act naughty
I could never be mad try as I might
Your big round eyes stared lovingly at me

Your fur is the color of a moonlit sea
Your eyes like glowing emeralds at night
You keep me company whenever I am lonely

You're the inspiration for my poetry
Almost every poem I write
Your big round eyes stared lovingly at me

Right now you are sleeping upon my knee
Dreaming peacefully, eyes closed tight
You keep me company whenever I am lonely

When first you opened your eyes gently
Your big round eyes stared lovingly at me
I felt a spark of love for you at first sight
You keep me company whenever I am lonely

*~Marian~

My Second Villanelle!! :) ~~~~<3
This One Is Dedicated To My Cat, Lady Jane!! :) ~~~~<3
I Hope She Enjoys It Once I Read It To Her!!!
Enjoy This Poem, My HP Friends!! :) ~~~~<3

May 2014

Gwen Johnson

Goodnight

And as I say goodnight I hope
Good nights with you
Will always mean I'll miss you

May 2014

Annie

The One Eared Cat

Everything suffers in its
Own way
The one eared cat
By my door each day
I leave him food
I’d like him to stay
But if I approach
He runs away.

Be gentle with others
Be kind to yourself
Each man has a cross
We could all use some help
And not all backs
Are able to take
Their loads
Poor soft souls
They can’t carry
A flake.

May 2014

Sally A Bayan

Blind Alley

~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~

It was annoying, to see they almost stepped on it...like  it was  part of the busy street, even with its white covering...it was  market day, the stalls were lined with baskets and trays filled with  all kinds  of  fish, fresh water and  salt water alike; clams, *****, mussels, shrimps, sea  weeds, anything edible from the sea. Newly picked  vegetables  were crisp, one could easily bury a finger nail through its flesh.....vendors need not lie, they  really were  freshly-picked,  newly harvested,  and home-grown.......One single turn of my head, and our eyes meet, our paths again cross.  Holding  fish  i  had  bought, i watched  it  p o k e
its face against  wet garbage  baskets,  fallen fish, shrimps and  limp crablets.  i  noticed that it stared,  it  focused only  in  one  direction. Underneath  the wet  stalls,  it  felt  and  sniffed  for  food.......it  was starving. Then, it fled, holding on to its loot with its mouth..straight ahead,  it went..it  didn't  stop to  watch  out  for cars and  carts  and people crossing.  i was the one who gave out a  deep  sigh....relieved  that  it  had  crossed the street....alive...it came to an  almost hidden end..I could  not let go.....i had to see...watch it  feed its  kittens, and
there, i discovered, now, we were face to face...no wonder...it  stared through me......it never blinked......it must have felt....i was no threat.

G o d,
oh, h o w
infuriating!
my heart bled,
i turned my back
how did it happen?
i  watched  it survive,
do  its  responsibilities
cope  with  its  disability
**w  it   embarrassed  me
realizing how exceptionally
needy, a human  being  could
be, we could pick up  more than
bits  and  pieces, we  can learn vital
lessons from a  lowly  creature of God
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a blind cat hiding, living, in a blind alley.

~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~ o ~

(Another one for Lady Jane, Marian....)

Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A, Bayan

May 2014

betterdays

amsterdam's cat

i watched the little cat
watch me
safe, secure and warm
behind the quarter pane
of glass

just past a kitten,
all curiousity
and lithe loveliness
of form

eyes
bright chips of amber
ears
caramel crema,
tipped with coccoa,
tongue
coral pink lipstick
licking the window wall.

a little red collar
and a tinkling bell

wriggling nutmeg
and cafe au lait body
walking
up
and
down
the four foot promenade
not quiet
yet perfected
the
turn-around,
but trying really hard
tail swaying hypnotically
keeping a mystic beat

this cat
knows
it is beautiful
but then don't they all.

i
watched
the little cat
watching me.

and wondered
what did
the little cat
see

actually a cat i saw in
a window this morning
in small country town australia
but made me think
of the ladies in amsterdam

#poemaday #pad

May 2014

Joe Cole

Kittens Can Be Fun

I have a kitten, well more than one
I have two little bundles of fun
Brothers both and black as jet
With claws that rip my already claw torn back
They vie for a place upon my head while I'm trying to sleep in bed
They devour food in quantities
Enough that would a small army feed
They lie there now with such innocence
But they are devils incarnate in every sense

For Maximillian and Merlin my two black bundles of fun

May 2014

betterdays

If.

If my cat could open the front door,
A lion he would be, roaming his savanah, stalking prey

If my cat could speak,
The words of wisdom would pour from his jaw,
sage advice and secrets galore.

If my cat could open the fridge door.
He would in heaven be,
a gourmand in a tatty fur coat.

If my cat could empty his own litter box .....
I would be ever so grateful, ever, ever so grateful.

#blucat

Apr 2014

betterdays

Munster the Magnificent Moggy

Munster was his name,
after Herman Munster
of TV fame cause,
he was so big.
But not scary, feral big,
just double dose of cat big.

He was predominately
sleek, shiny black,
with a white bib
and crooked muzzle,
like he had his moustache
painted on in a hurry.
Oh, and he had one white paw.
Poppajack used to say,
he had been caught by God
stealing cream.

Munster was sleek, sinuous
muscle,
he rippled when he walked.
In stalk mode he was, panther incarnate.
Albeit, dressed in a tuxedo.

In cat term's he was vain,
always preening, or finding
a vantage point to show
himself off to the best photographic angle.

But just occasionly,
if we were lucky
and the butterflys
were on the wing,
he would, kitten prance
like a pixie, at the birth of spring.

He was a hunter,
not of bugs and lizards.
A ratter of renown,
he could take a bird
from it's early flight
without a care.
I once saw him, come home
and drop a rabbit,
at Poppajacks feet, before
finding the evening sun
for a well earned nap.

Munster loved Poppajack,
with dedicated flair
would follow him about
the garden, bulter-like,
dignified tail, straight and tall.
They would parade
in regal state,
to check on the vegetable serfdom.

He was not a cat of lap,
but,would sprawl over Poppa's feet like,
black satin slippers
with a purring engine beat.

Majestic Moggy Munster, was felinetity in it's prime.

Apr 2014

betterdays

twitching

my cat has dreams.
while sound asleep,
his little grey legs,
flex and run.
his ears ***** and tail lashes. he chatters that funny little hunter's cry.
sometimes i watch him
and smile,
thinking in his dreams,
he must be a panther or lion on the savanah,
or up a jungle tree stalking his dinner,
as does, a big sleek animal roaming.

some mornings,
when i wake.
from a deep sleep,
of half remembered dreams. i open my eyes,
to find my little cat watching me.
i ponder,
whether he attributes dream's meanings,
to my, nighttime
twitchings too.

#blucat

Apr 2014

betterdays

mantra

there is,
in my opinion,
nothing like the..... determination
of a four and half kilo
of blugrey feline,
that,
wants,
to be fed ......
at 5:37am.

the pushing and bumfping the disproportinate roar
of the basso profundo purr, in your right ear,
if still not convinced
or just,
downright lazy,
a whack!!
with a southpaw
to the back of the head,
your attention will restore.

no you are,still
resisting the charm offensive.
then be aware
of the flying leap&twis;;, landing on the midriff.

but from years of dilligent training (on the part of the cat).
i have deduced....
the cold nose,
trailing across my exposed flesh is to best to be avoided.

simply by,
stumbling up from your rest
and succumbing to...
the mantra,
the cat knows best!!!
fill the bowl,
be done,(no never)
with the furry pest
and hope...
you can snooze for a while

#blucat

Apr 2014

Sally A Bayan

...My mind ventures...

At 2:39 AM, eyes painstakingly open, mind ventures
in the dark corners of the bedroom even past the
windows, wandering through the dark kitchen,
deciding.....to rise or not to rise from bed.
better judgment wins, i now sit to write
of what dwells in this sleepy mind of
mine, what could possibly keep
me from deep sleep...except
a catch of breath brought
by a swift passing of a
thought, or a noise
u n s e t t l i n g
s o l i t u d e
disrupting
precious
silence,
sends
m e
tip-
toe-
i n g...
a weird
shiver is felt,
no sounds, no
stirrings, cold air,
eyes on me, staring,
stilled anywhere, hiding
behind me, spying, i sense
a presence nearing. oh, God,
hands are shaking like crazy,
i see blue-gray marbles, i am now
eye to eye with a creature in the dark.
on the table, waiting for it to attack me,
any time now; turned on the light, fast as
i could, was now face to face with the white
creature with blue-gray marble eyes, its mouth
opened, scaring me with its sharp fangs, stepped
forward, but gently rubbed its furry paws against my
hand, giving out soft, and friendly meows and purrs,
trying to cover a plate with just plain bones, not even a
trace of the grilled fish....leftover, from last night's dinner...

Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

Here's another one, Marian, for lady Jane...