I saw a cat
outside my window;
decided to write a poem
about that.
It's big yellow eyes stared up at me
and it's long, black tail
looked like a rats'.
I thought that if I'd look long enough,
I'd start to talk to about stuff.
It looked like it
knew so much about love,
his eyes were flying like a dove.
I stared at it
for a while longer,
every minute getting closer
                                            and closer.
I stepped outside,
gently opening my hand.
The cat came closer
and started chewing at what I gave him.
His gently purr
relaxed me
and there we were,
sitting together like we were
friend forever.

I know there are times many times I show my
sadness through my
words but It's my way
of surviving
In these so very difficult days we live and of cause extremely dangerous times we all face every
day
But there Is still so much love In this world sometimes we all have to dig a bit deeper to find It but It's there waiting to be found
I was lucky and found It through poetry writing
and made so many amazingly talented friends
One very special friend In America
That's has all come from poetry writing Insperation
from my wife started writing tribute poems to her
And never look back I have found poetry and I'm happy, there was a time I'd never even read a poem, let alone wrote one but I've
seen the light and that light being poetry

Guarantee the familiar
Together
Body the Juvenile recipe
Hurricane
spark authority
give clutch
Pain
lip
Earth
Disdain
a drunk torrent
of confusion
pleasure
**** each new Moon
a loud Need
perhaps heart
is chesting
a pale secretion ?