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A tiger cat and a black cat
were having an argument

They quarreled
For five minutes or longer
Fussing and fussing

Tiger cat's tail was swishing
Black cat's ears lying back

Finally,  tiger cat relented
And backed slowly away

I'm very pleased
cause I didn't want to see
either one get hurt
True story
O' Muses of poetry left us with a smile
and so many questions

What inspires one to become a poet?
Love? Happiness? Depression?

Some poets write poems continuously
Morning, noon, and night

From where comes this burning love?
From where this obsession?

And we write of muses and poetry
Until we can write no more
Come friends hurry let's be adventurous,
Let's make this a wonderful day
You and I, Let's travel to Once upon a Time,
Down the bottomless hole of rhyme
We'll smile and wave to Little Miss Alice,
Hatter and Cheshire cat,
While convincing the ticking clock
When we turn up the music and rock
Time isn't all that important
xoxo
Unforgettable words,
"Judge not, that ye be not judged"
Spoken by one who bled

Incredible words of blinding truth
These words I carry in my heart
Until I'm dead
so happy
so happ
so hap
so ha
so h
so
s
su
sui
suic
suici
suicid
suicida
suicidal
edit: thank you for all your feedback, it is nice to hear support as well!
 Feb 2018 Jonathan Poole
Lora Lee
If I could
pinpoint the
exact moment
your breath
touched mine
washed me over
in ocean waves
sea creatures glowing
in delightful recognition
as the seedlings
of connection
shimmied into our being
and, dancing within me
in its own lifeforce
your mind a living,
breathing animal
your heart, purring
and whirring its sacred forces
into my molecular structures
your soul throbbing
in mitochondric pulsing
(oh what
a delicious vibration
of ribosomes
)
Between us, we hold
the true treasures
close, in frothy
                       tenderness
a purity of the expanse
of our universe,
swathed in prismatic color
colors that shift,
these fresh hues
for which there are no name
they are lucid and fine-woven
as silk histories
yet deep as earthcore
your eyes, voice
are forever burned
into my own
every day scriptures
that rock my shattered parts
into wholeness
and,
like ancient magic,
I conjure forth
the holy gospel
rising from our bones
every second of
every minute
as our deepest fires
our most secret filth
our murky corners
our darkest hours
we weave into light
brilliant and lustrous
multi-layered in the richest
folds of the earth
and as you place me
upon the shores
of your garland-graced
                              throne
Now I'm alive in a new
kind of light
and
all I can do
is love
        and love
and love
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