A Cat’s Ultimatum

Written for:  Sunday Muse #65

cat on bed

As I have told you before
you must see to my claws.
Their length is hurting my paws.

Now I’m not one to threaten
but you need to pay attention
or your coverlet’s value will lessen.

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A Name

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Weekend Mini-Challenge
“Pick two prompts, any prompts!  then Senryū or Elfchen or Cherita
Keeping that wee bit in mind… for today’s prompt, I invite everyone to take two prompts, any prompts, and merge the two topics to create a new senryū, or elfchen, or cherita poem. Your chosen prompts can come from anywhere or any-when, just make sure to include the link to both prompts. Only one poem per poet.”    (posted by Magaly)

A Cherita

They call it Summer,

a name that slides off the tongue.

When Summer is in full swing,
sweat slipping
down your shirt,
you look eagerly toward Autumn.

(Two Prompts: Write a preamble to Summer & Write a name poem)

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Find Your Magic

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – July 19:  Follow That Quote
“Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire. ~Gustav Mahler

How do you preserve the fire? What tradition (if any) do you hold dear?

Alternatively, find a quote that inspires you and write to that!”

“Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” ~ Roald Dahl

What?
No belief
in magic?
How tragic. What
about Wonderland?
Grand to use make believe–
a rabbit hole, Cheshire cat
got your tongue? Don’t explain all things
away. Leave some moments to magic.

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September Ghosts

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – July 17:  Haunting
“Does something from your past come back to haunt you? Have you heard strange noises or felt haunted in the night? Had bad dreams? Told “ghost” stories? Had a “Bad Penny” moment where it just wouldn’t go away? A memory that lingers and you can’t put your finger on? Exorcise that ghost!”

It haunts my days and oft-times dreams
Horror fades, they say–those not there
Dust and ashes will never be clean
It haunts my days and oft-times dreams
Just yesterday . . . or so it seems
I wonder if we’re truly prepared.
It haunts my days and oft-times dreams
Horror fades, they say–those not there

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A Tug

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – “Poetry begins with a lump in the throat . . .”  (posted by Toni)

The above quote is from Robert Frost. Some of you think I use the quote as a springboard, to write the poem. Actually, the opposite is true. I write the poem and then search out the quote.

Today, I am going to do the opposite. I am going to give you all a quote and let you write a poem from the quote. Oh, and make the poem brief – 24 lines at most. Now are you ready? Get set, go! Write a poem that begins with a lump in the throat, or a belly laugh, or a tear springboarded from your quote. All of the below quotes I have used in a poem I have written.

“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”~ Oscar Wilde

The moon tugs at
my heartstrings.
Luminescent, yet
shadowy. If you
are a dreamer,
you live in that
space. Dawn arrives,
and is not always
rosy.

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Musings of an Old Couch

Written for:  The Sunday Muse #64

couch on road.png

I cannot fathom
why they left me
in this spot,
but I am grateful
to be out in twilight’s
air–a pleasure. I
was a sleek treasure
long ago. Now I am
stained, drained,
my springs sag,
and my skin is marked 
by claws of various pets.  I
smell of stale beer,
popcorn cheer, human
sweat. Color of dirty
mustard. If a young
struggling couple should
happen by, look me over,
and decide I am just
what they need, they would
be willing to have me cleaned. Oh,
how I hope they do not smoke.

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Eyes Afire

Written for:  The Wednesday Muse:  American Sentence (sentence of 17 syllables)
“The American Sentence was created by Allen Ginsberg. Ginsberg was born in 1926 in Newark. NJ and went to Columbia University in NYC. He was one of the original Beat Poets along with Neal Cassady, Jack Keroac and William S. Burroughs. As great and prolific a poet as he was, he couldn’t get a handle on haiku, felt it didn’t translate well into English. LOL. He was into Zen and into Japan but he couldn’t do haiku. I think it was the strict rules that he couldn’t deal with. Anyway, he created the American Sentence. A complete sentence of 17 syllables that is a poem.” 

Eyes afire, she leans against dark doorway as his eyes melt into hers.

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My Last Day

Written for:  Poetics Aside #489 – “Write a death poem.”

Flawless beach day.  Amorous
lover helps me erect
a sensational turreted
sandcastle. We amble along
shoreline, enthusiastic
as kids over fan-shaped
and nacreous shells. A
plaintive cry of seagulls
echoes as twilight purples
the sky. We dine outdoors,
bottle of chilled white wine
close by. As stars blink-wink
silver, and lunette moon smiles,
we find a secluded spot,
make luscious love
on a blanket. We peak
that mountain together,
after which, I slip
into a slumber from which
I do not wake. I am smiling.

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Authority Brings Out Red

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – July 15:  Rebel, Rebel
“Were you headstrong and confrontational in your youth? Now? Were (are) you a rebel? What was it that triggered your resistance? What did you rebel against? How did you?”

I believe I was born hating
authority.  Can it be?
A dichotomy. For how does
a sensitive child rebel?
Well, I divided the rebelliousness
into a pie chart – 40% parents,
20% teachers, 25% bosses,
and I’ll toss in remaining
15% to rude people, and those
who hurt ones I love.

With all of my rebel, rebel,
I seem to have a penchant
for poor choices. I can be
impulsive to a fault, though
less so now that I am a supposed
sensible senior (in a torn skirt).

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Signature

Written for:  Poets United Midweek Motif~Perfume  (posted by Sanaa)
“Your task today is to write a new poem that revolves around the idea of perfume. Feel free to take the subject in whichever direction that suits you i.e romantic, solemn, philosophical, dark etc.”

Perfume is like cocktails without the hangover, like chocolate without the calories, like an affair without tears, like a vacation from which you never have to come back. ~ Marian Bendeth

I soak in jasmine
and orange blossoms,
bursts of bergamot,
and lingering scents
of amber, musk, patchouli.

woman showing her purple lipstick

Photo by Oleg Magni on Pexels.com

My perfume is my signature,
my inner core of sexuality.
Come closer.

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