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You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees!
The Original Conjuring Cat—
(There can be no doubt about that).
Please listen to me and don’t scoff. All his
Inventions are off his own bat.
There’s no such Cat in the metropolis;
He holds all the patent monopolies
For performing suprising illusions
And creating eccentric confusions.
At prestidigitation
And at legerdemain
He’ll defy examination
And deceive you again.
The greatest magicians have something to learn
From Mr. Mistoffelees’ Conjuring Turn.
Presto!
Away we go!
And we all say: OH!
Well I never!
Was there ever
A Cat so clever
As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!

He is quiet and small, he is black
From his ears to the tip of his tail;
He can creep through the tiniest crack,
He can walk on the narrowest rail.
He can pick any card from a pack,
He is equally cunning with dice;
He is always deceiving you into believing
That he’s only hunting for mice.
He can play any trick with a cork
Or a spoon and a bit of fish-paste;
If you look for a knife or a fork
And you think it is merely misplaced—
You have seen it one moment, and then it is gawn!
But you’ll find it next week lying out on the lawn.

And we all say: OH!
Well I never!
Was there ever
A Cat so clever
As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!

His manner is vague and aloof,
You would think there was nobody shyer—
But his voice has been heard on the roof
When he was curled up by the fire.
And he’s sometimes been heard by the fire
When he was about on the roof—
(At least we all heard that somebody purred)
Which is incontestable proof
Of his singular magical powers:
And I have known the family to call
Him in from the garden for hours,
While he was asleep in the hall.
And not long ago this phenomenal Cat
Produced seven kittens right out of a hat!
And we all said: OH!
Well I never!
Did you ever
Know a Cat so clever
As Magical Mr. Mistoffelees!
She is more
than what meets the eye,

She is a pending rainbow
that's hiding behind the clouds
in the sky.

She is a warm pocket
in a cold, deep ocean,

She is a virtual art form,
She is poetry in motion.

She is thunder and lightning
in a perfect blue horizon,

She is a delicate wildflower
growing in a plush green field,
one that is mesmerising.

She is an unexpected smile
on a lonely day,

She is instant relief
when things aren't going
your way.

She is a suprising hint of sweetness
when you are expecting
something sour,

She is a timeless friend,
She is an immortal flower.

She is more
than what meets the eye,

She is a breath of fresh mountain air, causing one to exhale a relieving sigh.

She is full of substance,
empathy, wisdom and kindness,

She contains infinite layers
of universes beneath her skin,
all of which are unrecognisable
to the naked eyes that suffer from "metaphorical" blindness.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
Dedicated to my daughter, Amanda. F ***
mikecccc Apr 2016
What string of words
Resonates with the crowd
What dab of ink
Sends your mind
To the right places
I never know
But I'd like to.
DaRk IcE Apr 2015
She howls at the moon in the midst of the night. Seeking lost souls trapped and screaming in fright. Her cries play melodies of melancholy trials lost, her spirit stolen callously at a grave cost. Roaming the dense fog on hallows eve Watching the dead rise, I'm sure many were known to be wise. As she so gallantly skips past ancient tree's they whipser vintage stories about Victorian times and all its glories. Tree leaves construct reenactments of ****** wars riddled of death and destruction among differences of the people, only wishing to gather and come together at the church steeple. Her howls are searched among the hollow lands above makeshift graves of innocent people seen as second rate, not suprising of their final fate. Beings born with no guidence for a undeniable ratchet societies views, she howls as she hears the news. Her ravaged heart however battered still beats, I am She Wolf.
Al-Farouk Jun 2016
I am cog in the wheel
do not dismount me
I am cog in the wheel
of a not dreary chariot,
A marginal chariot chasing the
uppings of me.

I am a cog in the wheel
never detach me
I am cog in the wheel
of an ecstatic chariot,
A fancy chariot with horses
smiling at me.

I am cog in the wheel
dare not disentangle me
I am a cog in the wheel
of a suprising chariot,
A royal chariot hopping
to peculiarities of me.

I am cog in the wheel
suppose not disaffiliate me
I am cog in the wheel
of a heavenly chariot,
A pearly chariot scampering
towards hallucinations of me.

I am cog in the wheel
absurd not disassemble me
I am a cog in the wheel
of a spacious chariot,
A majestic chariot skipping
beyond incubus of me.

I am a cog in the wheel
please do not disassociate me
I am a cog in the wheel
of a cordial chariot,
A regal chariot escorting
development strands.

I am a cog in the wheel...
I am just trying to motivate my self towards my personal develooment.
natalie Mar 2012
life, the world,
the human experience--
they can be dark,
cruel, and bewildering,
creating a
choking cloud of
chagrin around me.

but there are moments,
little glimpses of beauty,
of untainted perfection
in the vast array of living,
breathing creatures and
objects i surround myself with;
i string these moments
together in my mind, shimmering
drops of dew in the
intricate web of a sad,
reminiscent spider.

shivering with cold on the
side of a dark, dry mountain;
the air was frigid, so we
huddled together, leaning
on the side of the car,
necks craned upward at the
stunning display of stars
blanketing the sky above us.

my glasses made it nearly
impossible to see, stuck in the
rain walking home from class.
we took off our shoes and socks
and we ran through the grass,
sharp and slippery and
refreshing; we splashed
our way through the biggest,
most tantalizing puddles we
could find, and then collapsed
in your apartment, shivering,
out of breath, shoulders aching,
but laughing.

it was a dark, stormy sort of
night, and the summer air was
uncharacteristically cool; the
rain pelted my front lawn, the
street, and the rain was pulling
leaves off trees.
my eyes slid shut, tired, and i was
still smoking a cigarette, and i felt
the thunder resonate within
my body, and deep purple flashes
behind my eyelids,
and i was restored.

a vast pen of sheep was on one
sideof the dirt road, and an
empty meadow on the other.
we stood, again, on the
car as the bright orange orb
in front of us slowly crept down,
down, down, casting his royal
shadow over the twilight sky in
fluorescent shades of pink and
purple and blue and red and orange.
the air was thick and sticky,
mid-july in pennsylvania,
but i could only think of the
masterpieve before me.

once we sat in one of those veins
on the side of a mountain,
the ones important men use to run
power lines; we stared into the expanse
of valley in front of us, clear, refreshing
air after a quick, soft shower of dainty
raindrops and a cool breeze carrying
our smoke and noise through
the rock, the trees, the roads, the
few houses and manmade structures.

the first day we knew each other,
walking for ages down the old train
tracks, talking about anything that
seemed relevant, engulfed in an
autumn rainbow.

spending summer nights with the
people who entertain me, the people
who i love; nights spent with hand
crafted, often unconventional snacks
and some form of alcohol to share.
cooler evenings with those same people,
but with a crackling fire between all of
us, knit caps, and flannel shirts.

deep bonds, the ones i have had in
the many different shells of my life,
and the ones that still now hold strong;
the times when a gesture or a
spoken word brings a lump into my
throat, burning with curious emotion.
the bonds that sometimes fray or
collect dust, but still resurface with
suprising tenacity when tested.

when the present becomes
too dark, too ugly, i pick up one
of these images, these slices of memories
when, for just a few minutes, all worry and
negative things are completely
and utterly forgotten, and everything--
my life, my world, my existence--was
pure and infinite; i take a slice of happiness,
i hold it in my two hands,
and i remind myself that in order to
get to one of these moments, i have to
wander through the muck for just a
little longer, just a little farther.
betterdays Nov 2014
it was only a little house,
two bedrooms, small in space, a kitchen, bathroom
and living area..
some woul call it quaint,
others run-down and dilapidated...

...but it was
a happy place....even if it
sat alone ...bar a jacaranda tree...out in the middle of
a drygrass sea...

on the outside, the paint
had peeled and the boards
had begun to warp...
the yard was dry brown
grass and dryer red dust,
the roof, corrugated tin
was dull with age....

the door, was once painted
a bright hopeful blue
but now faded like old
denim... on the verandah
two chairs a table.....and
an old cattledog....
the bell, a suprising ******...


but inside that ramshackle
house... that stood by luck
and will alone....

was a home....filled to the brim with love....
the old couple who lived there...
still held hands ....still looked
at each other with love and
longing.....still danced to the old record player most nights....
still slept wrapped in each others arms....
still bickered and fought
then made up....with a lasting passion....
still wished for, more days
together in the sun....

these are my memories
of my aunt beth and uncle
wilf.....
and the house,
they made a home....
out in the middle of nowhere....
for marian's. challenge #1.
we only went to visit these relatives, childless, but so
entrancing a handful of times .....they made an impression....
the title....is not the true address of the farm...but more an allusion to the moral held loosely within these words.....the outside
does not ever portray the inside....of a book, house or indeed a human being....
not meaning to be patronizing....just explaining
myself.
display Oct 2023
when there was rain
I tried looking at you
but it seems you've forgotten
I've tried loving you
and you don't seem to care
the pain you make me feel
I'm not sure if its worth it anymore
I feel myself fall to darkness
as my body feels light
these fleeting temptations scar me spiritually
I know the corruption has reached the depths of my soul
but this isnt suprising
I do not deny my demons
but in trying to deny myself
I reject humanity
and this itself is also life
to die isn't necessarily life
I tried looking up
and the clouds weren't there anymore
I walk falling
water falling upon me as my head is turned up
sometimes its so bitter
but this is also life
and then I understood
tears run dry until we choose to feel them
through forgiveness and understanding
our demons become compassionate
I do not deny them
and this is also living
when I say your name
read from last line up after reading first line down
when a lie becomes the truth and you don't seem to mind
betterdays Mar 2017
nothing much happened today
no great calamity, no suprising visitor
the cornflakes dried to a cement like
consistency in the chipped blue bowl
the tuxedo rex vomited on the newly bought
home beautiful magazine..

my heart beat at a lazy 74 beats per minute
when i checked after my nana nap
my bad ankle creaked and twinged
reminding me to get the towels in
before it rained

I made a wonderful chicken cashew curry
for dinner, but fogot to buy naan bread
and yogurt to accompany it..

I kissed the god boy goodnight,
then read two chapters of Harry Potter aloud
as the tuxedo rex, watched me, from the windowsill

marked some essays of dubious quality,
was given a shoulder massage,
by my agong surfer dude,
that led to much greater intimacies

no, nothing much happened today
yet it was fufilling, upon looking back
it had rhythm and purpose
turned the cogs of my world
it was the miles between the milestones
that often go unrecorded

and as I sit in the almost dark of the moon
I do believe it was one of the best days of my life
Al-Farouk Mar 2017
Surprising surprise.

Stealthily it comes
Sluggishly it erupts
Feared was i
Scared was i
Surprised I was
Its the suprising surprise.

No sooner had i seen it
Than i got shocked,
Shocked to the embers of
Fear.
That was alarming
Sirens all over my head
Its disturbing
This surprising surprise.

I got my self up
Ready for the surprising surprise
I am ready, i say.
Ready to bottom of my life
Please give me the surprise
Surprising me.
Its the surprising surprise.

Hey world!
Here is the surprising surprise.
So surprising to surprise you also.
Please forgive me in advance
Please sit on a firm sit
And wait shortly for the surprise.
Its the surprising surprise.

Okay! You know what?
I have nothing to say..


Isn't it a surprising surprise?
Yes it is.
Laughters upon you
And that was my
Surprising surprise.
betterdays May 2017
sometimes, life is suprising....
the orchid I left to die of loneliness
has put forth a new shoot and seeks
the sunshine from the dusty window

my brother's daughter
has taken up residence
in the nannexe and
is exuberantlu adventurous
next weekend she jumps
from a plane, strapped
to a stranger...
this lifestyle is of course
my fault....

my mother enjoys having
her knees massagd by
the big muscle bound attendant
and flirts outrageously with him
(don't have the heart to tell her
he is gay..... a lot of the older women at
the residence also flirt, he takes it all with a
gentle smile)

the tuxedo devon rex has
taken to sleeping in the wok
sometimes with the purlioned
sock stash of the day...

one of the academics, a geologist
a gentle quiet man, steady as they come,
stripped naked before dancing
the charleston in the quad
....he is now under care

as I said sometimes life is suprising
sometimes a little sad
Joe Hill Apr 2010
delerious, drowning in a sea of self-loathing
smoke clouds my eyes, the fire feuled by broken potential
untouched resources burn and vanish
only ashes remain to taunt me
only the mirror remains to haunt me
only venemous laughter to daunt me
stifle my every thought
is it suprising then that i lie alone
in the filth and darkness of fear
never to rise, never to sleep
always to dream, always to be reminded
of what will never be...
Rune amergin Apr 2010
i never got to tell you how i soaked
up every word that was wispered from your lips.
I was sure you were true
so i locked your promises in my mind,
unknowing the toll they would take on me.
Now im spending my time,
squirming on my bed,
grasping my head
and trying to shake your words from my memory
considering they are of no use
except taking up space
im lucky that a few get blurred by my rare tears.
when they drip d0wn my cheeks
i can feel their suprising warmth
and it reminds me of you
how warm it was lying next to you
feeling your arms safely around me
the only thoughts running through my mind
where how i could never loose you
you told me i was the only thing you needed
i was yours forever and always
i had no clue my forever would end that friday
now im only left facing
and empty void
Kay-Ann Jan 2014
what kinda person am I ?
what kinda writer am I ?
am I one of those euphoric persons who writes about their seemingly perfect relationships?
am I one those nature lovers who gives a illustration of their surroundings?
am I one of those somber and dreary persons who writes about their journey to death ?
Am I one of those zealous adventurers who details about the journeys they've had
Am I one of the many who writes about their countless heartbreaks and lets the pain flow through their fingers and straight to the paper?
Or am I one of those unpredictable individuals who just simply write what they feel when they feel to ?
I guess I'm a mixture of all of them
a suprising concoction that turns out to be angelic
I'm not really a writer you know
Im just a lover and a dreamer
With a heart that wants to be heard
Jacqueline Oct 2010
You didnt even try,
You just left me without saying goodbye,
Accompanied me with so much lies,
And it’s suprising cause we had such good days.
I don’t know why I’d even fight to keep you by my side.
When you’d just leave me here to die, anyways.
UNiTY Mar 2018
Take a look at yourself
What have YOU created
Take a look at all you've done
Is it suprising that YOU made it?

All your choices, right and wrong
Don't trip on the past
YOU have learned
And you endured
YOUR future comes at last
A lot of people think that California is all sunshine and palm trees
L.A. alone is home to 1,350 gangs

We have redwoods, yes we have trees in California, Suprising
We have rain too
We are home to bears, and mountain lions, lizards, and rattlesnakes

When people think Californians they think surfers
Were not
We're not mean, stuck up, rude, or obnoxious
We are the same as all of you
But most of all, we are
Real people, Encountering a real god, making a real difference
Symply Bright Apr 2023
Changes is one thing I crave for all my life.
the truth is, for so long, I had forgotten what those even were
I've been stuck in one place, in cave you might say
stretched out my hands and it feels like no one's coming to my aid
I tried finding a way out, I tried turning back the clock to make things go the way I wanted it, but I know that was naive
it's just not how life works.
it's moving, always moving, whether you like it or not.
And yeah, It's sometimes painful when the people you started with are way ahead of you
And sometimes, it's suprising happy, how everyone has a day when the sun goes away..
No one has ever had a perfect life, but we could actually strive for a better one, not just for you only, but for every souls attached to your journey.
Make mistakes, learn from 'em
And when life hurt you because it will, remember the hurt,
the hurt is good, it means you're out of that cave.
And in the end of everything, all of us will look back on our lives and say one of two things
"I wish I had" or "I'm glad I did"
I have so many memories of "I'm glad I did" moments
even in those teary, soul-crushing days, I'm glad I had those moments too, because I had them with you..
Charles Sturies Jun 2018
Jesus was the first hippie,
One of few and the greatest of all.
If hippies who are people are sincere souls full of love.
It's suprising what different sizes
And varieties there are. Tommy James
Seems like a great one when he
Sings- Love, love is the answer. I'm
Sure he's sincere. I think the
Beatles really didn't mean it
When they sand -All you need
Is love.
are you happy
with where you are
now that stabbed me
in the heart

cause now i'm bleeding and crying
i'm scared that i'm dying
claim oversimplifying
but you're just denying

pretending i'm fine
is really hard
you took this fight
way too far

cause now i'm bleeding and crying
and you're mad at me for prying
now that i know you're lying
how is this suprising

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