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we had goldfish and they circled around and around
in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
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One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.
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How neatly a cat sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
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it came today to visit
and moved into the house
it was smaller than an elephant
but larger than a mouse
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How pleasant to know Mr. Lear,
Who has written such volumes of stuff.
Some think him ill-tempered and queer,
But a few find him pleasant enough.
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The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
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Sometime during eternity
some guys show up
and one of them
who shows up real late
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More than a catbird hates a cat,
Or a criminal hates a clue,
Or the Axis hates the United States,
That's how much I love you.
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each man must realize
that it can all disappear very
quickly:
the cat, the woman, the job,
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They should not have left him there alone,
Alone that is except for the cat.
He was only nine, not old enough
To be left alone in a basement flat,
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It was an icy day.
We buried the cat,
then took her box
and set fire to it
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Once upon a time
I caught a little rhyme
I set it on the floor
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Snow fell in the night.
At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish
mounded softness where
the Honda was. Cat fed and coffee made,
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I taught myself to live simply and wisely,
to look at the sky and pray to God,
and to wander long before evening
to tire my superfluous worries.
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Purple as tulips in May, mauve
into lush velvet, purple
as the stain blackberries leave
on the lips, on the hands,
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God knew that I need someone
To keep as a treasure in my heart.
Someone who is so true
Fine and caring.
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Oh, love, why do we argue like this?
I am tired of all your pious talk.
Also, I am tired of all the dead.
They refuse to listen,
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Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,
Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!
Mighty glad I ain't a girl - ruther be a boy,
Without them sashes, curls, an' things that's worn by Fauntleroy!
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Gather 'round, Children, and Bri shall tell you a tale...
about a Cat which, since birth, had no hair on its tail.
Oh, it HAD a tail, but it was a tail like that on a Snake,
and no hair did the cat's tail have, but still it did shake.
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The idea for this poem was given to me by one of my readers. After reading: ‘Chapter 1, Our Mother Created Woman First', he suggested that 'Chapter two could be The First Fig Leaf.'' Therefore, I sincerely thank him for his suggestion, interest and moral support. (Moral support because he gave me five stars. Normally I wouldn't even get one. I also dislike not giving him credit for the idea, but it is his choice to remain silent. So, this poem is now entirely my fault.)
Unfortunately, the original poem, Chapter 1, Our Mother Created Woman First' was deactivated by this poetry site, because two letters ‘ss' appeared in the wrong places. I have since repaired this flaw by substituting two asterisks ‘**' for the offending ‘ss' and then republished the poem. The more daring reader can replace the two ‘**' with ‘ss' whenever he or she comes upon them. Furthermore, I suggest that ‘Chapter 1, should be prerequisite reading for understanding this poem.
Word of caution: through no fault of my own, at one point in the second poem: ‘Chapter 2, The False Friend Feline' I had to replaced the letter ‘i' with one asterisk, ‘*' to avoid further 'deactivation' problems.
It will become clear to the reader that at one time, cats used to talk this way.
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The gorgeous white cat sits on the garden shed
Blue and green cat's eyes watching all the flocking birds
With piercing vision, yearning to hunt them
Wishing them chased to become dead
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This is a poem about a Shaman and a cat. Now, we all know cats are independent and unresponsive to requests or commands. However, I am pleased to announce that with a small gift of a sardine laced with catnip, I was able to convince this cat to participate in the poem. But, sadly, this tale does not end well. Therefore, I wish to dedicate this poem to the cat.
The Cat Said 'Meow'
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Watercolor Cat, Watercolor Cat,
You are the most wonderful Watercolor Cat I have ever could dream about,
And I wonder, my friend Watercolor Cat, and admire you perplexed and mesmerized,
Tell me, how you know and how you do that you stand up straight and mastered this dignifying posture,
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