For starters, this is one that I just came up with, after an evening of attempted studying and my former roommate's cat....
Ode to That Cat
O, insolent, furry cunning creature
Stalking me here upon this couch
And pouncing!
Moving your paws you knead my chest
Until you think you find it best
For laying.
You look at me as if to say
“I’m the most important part of your day.
Now PET ME!”
But I say “Cat you’re not even mine!
My roommate must have some design
Upon me.
She grows tired of waking at 4 A.M.
Hearing you mewing and sounding grim -
Annoying!”
Sighing I start to pet the kitty
Thinking that it’s such a pity
He’s not mine.
He really must think I’m great
For *I* haven’t gone near his food dish of late
To feed him.
He stretches and rolls upon my arm
And, turning on all his feline charm,
Starts purring.
He falls asleep and starts to snore
Now he must think I’m such a bore
For reading.
But my lit’rature I have to study
Since I have no learning buddy
To work with.
The kitty wakes and glares at me
I think by now that he can see
I’m busy.
He starts and springs and dashes off
To his bowl, his “feeding trough”
For munchies.
But he’ll be back, I know he will
As long as he knows that I still
Reside here.
These next two pieces both spring from events that have happened in my life...they are a bit outdated now, but until I get some new and better stuff on here....
2/10/97
Down. everything has sunk to a new all-time low.
lonely, abandoned, left to fend for myself without the aid of my anchor,
my stronghold,
my peace.
All of the sudden, i wake up felling good.
not sublime/but not bad
thing after thing lifts my spirit and clears my mind...
Then
crash Bang BOOM
all gone again....
plunging me down into the dark depths of despair...
with just the faintest of hopes...
for tomorrow...
STRAIN
Pulling, Demands from every angle.
No Support from where i need it most.
Battering,
Tugging,
Shattering.
I can't fit into the common mold, but that's not entirely by choice.
Try and make one angle happy
and another Strikes out at you.
Just trying to keep my head above the
lake of Tears.
Lump in my throat.
BREATHE!
no use.....
I wrote this after a voice recital at school. Sorry, I had to vent...
Here i thought i was doing well.
i had to wear jeans for the first performance and dress up for the second.
So i wore nice jeans and my prettiest satin blouse.
But No.
Jeans are considered barbaric.
The unwritten code says i've committed an unpardonable sin.
i had so much in that day, and a thought i did well to get through it.
But No.
i should have brought a skirt, or i should have just disregarded my other requirements and worn a dress.
No uplifting word or compliments all day.
Just "You did this Wrong" and "You're wearing THAT!?!" and "How stupid can you be?"
And they expect me to be cheerful and assured?
NO!
This is a new one of mine, which is a work in progress...I'll add to it as I go along.
a Poem from the Perspective of Pooh
Triping, gliding, Slipping, sliding
Making my way to Piglet's howse.
Singing as i go along.
Tum-tiddely, tum tum tiddely
finding it to be a Very Blustery Day
OH! i forgot to bring the hunny for my friend...
i will write some poetry for him instead
i think i'll begin it
"Oh Gallant Piglet".....
Quietly in the night
it reaches out and stirs your soul.
a quiet voice so far away
touching your
innermost thoughts
unseen, but never unfelt
You do not see it come in
and you never see it leave
but it's presence is felt
the filling of a need.
Providing comfort
warmth and kindness
no matter what the night brings
caring tenderly
for your soft and gentle heart.
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For starters, this is one that I just came up with, after an evening of attempted studying and my former roommate's cat....