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The pains growing
On me
Like a new haircut
Framed with tears
Either side of my face
Pretty trails of water
Pillowed by my cheek
Salty.
You’re sweet to say that
I’m not listening
I don’t mean my smile
Be weary of my speech
I’m fine.
I’m okay.
There’s a siren inside of me
Can you hear it?
Silent screams behind
Smile smoke screens
The pain’s growing.
It’s growing in me.
Curiosity perhaps killed many a cat
For a cat it is an inquisitive brat

It could rummage through anything even your ******* trash
Tabby may spring on dinner table and cutlery may crash

Famous might be a cat for those famed nine lives
but not much help is that if in every danger it dives!

Its feline curiosity to crash-land it in trouble
for it tends to explore every kind of rubble.

The catty **** likes a fight and a wild-goose-chase.
Forever looking forward to amuse and amaze?

In a cat basket he's likely to be struck with ennui
Perhaps his caretaker thought only of his fengshui?

His meowing and hissing resonates in the valley
as he tussles with many rival cats in the alley

Mr. Tom cat thinks most females are saucy
but with them he acts in a way quite bossy

Wild and rough, with macho feral pride
I watch you tease and taunt in your typical stride.

No way is he kitty soft paws
Mr. Tomcat sure has the sharpest claws.

Tomcat ate the fishy leftover pudding & fish pie
and kissed the feline females and made them cry.

But my fav is my own cutie darling so soft
even if she may raid the larder and loft that's aloft .

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A fun poem over the hols inspired by cats I have and watched
 Mar 2023 Eloisa
Tanisha Jackland
She Comes.

By way of storm.

the waters winding
in a fury of death.

And She. is painting
the sky

Black.

For now.
You have been warned take heed everybody...reduce your carbon footprint as much as you can.
 Mar 2023 Eloisa
Luna Pan
aurora
 Mar 2023 Eloisa
Luna Pan
i left my youth in aegean
made a trade with apollo
he said "you will be haunted by this summer 'till the day you die"

sirens, wines, sun-kissed cheeks
i laid my sunburnt face to your chest
made a trade with you
i said "this is the only time we will have for the rest of our lives"

horizons, seashells, sands
made a trade with aphrodite
we lied down on beach in the full moon laughing on wine
you said "i will never be as this young and in love as i am in this summer evening"
i left my heart in aegean
 Mar 2023 Eloisa
guy scutellaro
the average cost of a funeral is
$8,515

death is unaffordable for me

put me in  big oblong cardboard box

2 feet by 3 feet by 6 feet

packing list enclosed

fragile (not really)
      please handle with care

keep upright

       or

supine

send me to the
grande vide

postage due
 Mar 2023 Eloisa
Chris Saitta
In our love for the wind and all that passes,
Each smote of self, a wisp of loss and absence,
Like the snow pendulous slips over last grasses,
In the glow of the lamppost and unholding fences:
So too the thousand-grains of breath
Blow through our bodies’ incandescence,
And in the starlit-smoke from the dragon's mouth
On wings of filth swirl the bone-edge of death.
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