Cheerful Sunday

Go go go the cat paws at her friend.
Dear dear friend go out there and poke at the box.
The magical box of wonder and awe.

Words, spin out of the tapping fingertips.
Language a conversation spins out of control.
Forcefully taking you from the start to end.

Friend keep going, the box isnt that unfriendly, friend.
You’ll find a way there to tell those on the other end that you
you are a friend indeed that needs a friend friend.

Take this friend for a walk, take this friend for a long walk to teach him new things
This friend is a thoughtful friend that understands the complex emotions of compassion, sympathy, and respect.
Let this friend go, take him, and guide him to be the new friend to the world.

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Cup of colourful sweets

Tall transparent cup of sweet chocolate treats.
Written messages all over each and every one.
Happy Wishes for a new year from this day on.
A lover wishes to give love, cheer, and comfort.
A cat that accepts the suit, she is content to exchange
a bit of happiness in small nibbles over a long
time to come

A Cat’s wishes…

A cat, round furry cat, sits in a cafe sipping green tea.

She writes a wish on to a page with round misshapen paw prints.

Meow, for a cat friend.

Meow, for the cat’s favorite cat nip presents.

Meow, for some time to snooze and snuggle in peace.

Meow, please can I have these simple wishes?

The cat would purr… contentedly if she could have these simple pleasures.

Meow.

 

Postaday

 

 

In a country full of clocks.

My heart is set in a land full of ticking
infernal clocks that tell me the negative of what I want.
I am not allowed to latch my hand onto that hand,

that large slender hand.
I hope my emotion that fills me with misery and worry
to not be the breaking point.
Between two things
that share a lucky passing connection.
Between two points
from here to there is just a far away place.
Between my head and yours
dreams fill the space with time.
Between the next tic-tock of the minute
I feel torn amongst this world of mine and
the world I don’t know existed.

I hoped I died when that heart of mine expired
yet, yet, nothing was there when the metal tore me apart
there was an empty space
it was gone,
oh dear
there is no end to this.

He’s gone far away

Far away from my hand
my arm, me
He is not by my side
in physical presence
I am now aware that I am
ill with a desire to
be back together again
where two halves
make the chubby round whole
egg again
like yolk to white
cat to its nip
chocolate to the lady
and everything nice
For awhile and some time more
the world will be a bit
off
off kilter where two beings embrace the
earth in hope that the distance
dissipates and no amount of air is too far
in this day, this moment where there is an
electric connection
between that egg and that white
to make something fascinating
so fantastic that the girl would
cry happily with joy
that she could have that chocolate
as if he stepped through a window
in a frame in an instant
that need that want could be
calmed for just awhile
a little while
where the chocolate melts pleasantly
and mixes into her.

The White Furry beast next door

The large white beast next door

I found last morning swiping at

my dearest children.

One child was lost

the others thankfully are

safe from that cat.

I didn’t know that the tulip

children are poisonous

to that cat.

But why does she have to

behead my children.

When their life is already so short

in growth, the blooming petals

reach skyward

and give some colour into this world of mine.

Cut short by sharp claws

cut short by beheading.

On green bubbles

Little green bubbles bunched up all on a vine

brown vines to tie them bind them all as a familial unit

Inseparable, to nothing except time and gravity

t&g makes for an irresistible duo to bring the bubble into a chemical mix of

tart & wine. sugar ripened to the peak of flavour

thick skins engulf the round ovalesque bubbles

Green green grape fear not for I am here to save thee from

the rot you wish for, the seed to contact the earth and

renew yourself away. again and again

the seed is here or isn’t

at all. GMO green grapes deny me this pleasure

but takes away the fun the delight of ejecting with pursed lips

the fruit of your labours

the dainty teardrop of your magnificent DNA

the lovechild of your green green bubble

encased with thick thick skins

that stretch from head to toe

without tear break

unmarred you are intact till my lips

surround your body and

tear you limb from flesh

and you are no more no

sustenance remains to

mark where you were

green green grape