the end of the day
the weekend
the end of the effect
of the catnip on Rowdy
the end of the show
the end of the joke
the mile
the meal
the end of the sale
and the end of the drive home
the end of the bag
the end of the bottle
the end of september
the begining of some other thing...
Sunday, September 30, 2012
tucker (poem 29/30)
he used to sit there --
under the dying apple tree --
picking bark off the trunk.
under the dying apple tree --
picking bark off the trunk.
pumpkins (poem 28/30)
we adopted nine pumpkins
but three of them are too small
to be left outside at night
with the bigger, stronger ones
so they sit on the kitchen table
with the chrysanthemums
i bought on sale a the grocery store
on the friday night it rained
but three of them are too small
to be left outside at night
with the bigger, stronger ones
so they sit on the kitchen table
with the chrysanthemums
i bought on sale a the grocery store
on the friday night it rained
Friday, September 28, 2012
three names (poem 27/30)
we call her alli
butterscotch
princess
we call him jack
jackie
jacko
we call him rowdy
rizzle
pumpkin
they call her george
and pretty lady, but
i call her ringo
butterscotch
princess
we call him jack
jackie
jacko
we call him rowdy
rizzle
pumpkin
they call her george
and pretty lady, but
i call her ringo
Thursday, September 27, 2012
under the dream tree (poem 26/30)
a cat curls up under the dream tree
his pink-toed paws flick and twitch
as he imagines he's chasing a mouse
his pink-toed paws flick and twitch
as he imagines he's chasing a mouse
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
seeking happy (poem 25/30)
what makes happy?
cats' paws. candy coated chocolate. a compliment from a stranger. a green light. dishwasher tablets. sea salt. soft blankets in winter. recycling. the little sayings on yogi tea bags. newly applied paint. the *tink* *tink* sound the play station 3 makes. snuggling. a brand new tube of tooth paste. friends. friends with apple pie. time for bed. a bright morning. breakfast smells. tea with honey. mom. pictures of books. turning the pages. watching tv shows with friends. laughing. purring. smiling.
the list goes on and on.
[add to it in the comment section if you feel so inclined.]
the old orange ship (poem 24/30)
tied on two ends
to one of the remote docks
is an old orange ship
rusty in most places
old and creaking
against the waves
created by the lively wake
of living boats and ships and yachts
no one goes out
to the old orange ship
her name is worn
off the side of her hull
no one knows the name
of the old orange ship
she just sits, rocking,
rotting and acting
as the secret home
of stray cats and seagulls
to one of the remote docks
is an old orange ship
rusty in most places
old and creaking
against the waves
created by the lively wake
of living boats and ships and yachts
no one goes out
to the old orange ship
her name is worn
off the side of her hull
no one knows the name
of the old orange ship
she just sits, rocking,
rotting and acting
as the secret home
of stray cats and seagulls
the travelling band (poem 23/30)
the travelling band
play travelling songs
for traveller across
all lands and scapes
the travelling band
know so many songs
from all the countries
they have travelled
the travelling band
travel heavy and slow
with all of the instruments
they need to perform
so if you ever see
the travelling band
stop and listen to their songs
as one of them might be yours
play travelling songs
for traveller across
all lands and scapes
the travelling band
know so many songs
from all the countries
they have travelled
the travelling band
travel heavy and slow
with all of the instruments
they need to perform
so if you ever see
the travelling band
stop and listen to their songs
as one of them might be yours
a truth about turkey (poem 22/30)
you never see a turkey alone
but in gangs spread across two sides
of a back road pecking at the grass
but in gangs spread across two sides
of a back road pecking at the grass
Red Bog Begining
The bog behind our house has started to turn a pretty red color. I will be watching closely and taking pictures as the harvest begins within the next month or so.
The kitties will also be watching out for cranberry harvesting.
Monday, September 24, 2012
planetary (poem 21/30)
the alignment of planets
has nothing to do with how many halos
can be found around the crown
of a cat
has nothing to do with how many halos
can be found around the crown
of a cat
tango bravo alpha (poem 20/30)
little anthony taught himself morse code
and the NATO phonetic alphabet
in preparation for an alien invasion
like the one he saw on the television
he converted his multiplication table index cards
to new symbols and methods of communicating
he packed an emergency back pack
and kept it stocked with the best survival tools
but when it came time for his maths test
he couldn't remember, or figure out, the answer
to 4 x 7 and wondered how important math would be
if he ever had to fly a plane or helicopter
in guessing it might be, little anthony
reapplied himself to multiplication
but gave all his answers in arabic, chinese,
and roman numeral answers.
and the NATO phonetic alphabet
in preparation for an alien invasion
like the one he saw on the television
he converted his multiplication table index cards
to new symbols and methods of communicating
he packed an emergency back pack
and kept it stocked with the best survival tools
but when it came time for his maths test
he couldn't remember, or figure out, the answer
to 4 x 7 and wondered how important math would be
if he ever had to fly a plane or helicopter
in guessing it might be, little anthony
reapplied himself to multiplication
but gave all his answers in arabic, chinese,
and roman numeral answers.
Friday, September 21, 2012
cover story (poem 19/30)
the creeping of carelessness
over the cast of clouding skies
on the crest of a loveless night
caressing our memories
creating a cold plaster cast
locking in the century old cries
of a creature still unclassified
by the collectors and colleges.
over the cast of clouding skies
on the crest of a loveless night
caressing our memories
creating a cold plaster cast
locking in the century old cries
of a creature still unclassified
by the collectors and colleges.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
lost kodama (poem 18/30)
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| Kodama |
once upon a long time ago
an old tree continued to grow
in it lived so many little spirits
protected by the tree's big trunk and thick bark
but one day came, not too long ago
in comparison to the life of the tree
on that day, the tree was torn from its roots
in a great flood that swept the forests
and the all the kodama were washed away
towards the towns and cities
today, the kodama find shelter
in the most peculiar places
lost as they are, away from the forest
and the trees they grew up knowing best
ritual (poem 17/30)
every morning
penelope and snowy share breakfast
across the table set in the kitchen
where penelope could watch her older sisters
as they fuss over rising agents and local hear throbs
and where snowy the elder cat
can avoid the bother of all the other family pets.
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| http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=big&illust_id=29997672 |
Monday, September 17, 2012
fellows (poem 16/30)
long ago blue, green, yellow and orange
were four fellows, all friends, and sat awaiting
the on-come of storming angst
as it bubbled and boiled up over the edges
of a small pot with twin braids and penny loafers
sent away from home by ill equiped parents
in a time of economic weather and sunshine.
it wouldn't be long before the fire in her eyes
grew so strong and hot that lasers would be born
and directed at four friendly fellows
all helpless to save themselves under any attack
especially one of such magnificent array
of color and texture with spices from all seven
of the major continents on earth.
were four fellows, all friends, and sat awaiting
the on-come of storming angst
as it bubbled and boiled up over the edges
of a small pot with twin braids and penny loafers
sent away from home by ill equiped parents
in a time of economic weather and sunshine.
it wouldn't be long before the fire in her eyes
grew so strong and hot that lasers would be born
and directed at four friendly fellows
all helpless to save themselves under any attack
especially one of such magnificent array
of color and texture with spices from all seven
of the major continents on earth.
our last adventure (poem 15/30)
on our last adventure
you gave us away
tweeting like a bird
on the limb of a tree
telling the whole world
about the little deer
we found hiding
under the piano bench
that had been abandoned
by the woodland pirates
in the last hurricane.
you gave us away
tweeting like a bird
on the limb of a tree
telling the whole world
about the little deer
we found hiding
under the piano bench
that had been abandoned
by the woodland pirates
in the last hurricane.
Friday, September 14, 2012
no moon (poem 14/30)
the chirps and croaks
of little bugs and little frogs
huddled in the folds
of the cranberry bog
under the blue black sky
of a night without a moon
of little bugs and little frogs
huddled in the folds
of the cranberry bog
under the blue black sky
of a night without a moon
pancakes (poem 13/30)
marry the guy
who makes pancakes
without having to ask
what you want
when he wakes you up
at 9:30 with warm syrup
and a cup of sweet warm tea
to go with your breakfast
who makes pancakes
without having to ask
what you want
when he wakes you up
at 9:30 with warm syrup
and a cup of sweet warm tea
to go with your breakfast
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
jacqualine (poem 12/30)
a winter spirit
trapped in other seasons
can't wait in comfort
for the cooler days
and the twinkling
of frozen dew
on cool-green blades of grass.
trapped in other seasons
can't wait in comfort
for the cooler days
and the twinkling
of frozen dew
on cool-green blades of grass.
unseen (poem 11/30)
she wasn't there that day.
she missed the rainbow.
so he took pictures of it
to show her when she returned
but the difference between humans
and cameras
is that one can see rainbows,
while the other cannot.
so she never saw the rainbow
through the camera
that couldn't.
she missed the rainbow.
so he took pictures of it
to show her when she returned
but the difference between humans
and cameras
is that one can see rainbows,
while the other cannot.
so she never saw the rainbow
through the camera
that couldn't.
bear (poem 10/30)
brown and big and wet
she charges through the river water
thrashing around the rocks
to catch salmon in her mouth
feeding herself before she feeds her cubs
before leaving the river just as she found it
less a few fish.
she charges through the river water
thrashing around the rocks
to catch salmon in her mouth
feeding herself before she feeds her cubs
before leaving the river just as she found it
less a few fish.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
garage dog (poem 9/30)
whitney is a black lab
with white chin hairs
that the people call greys
whitney waits outside
the Mystic Motors Auto Shop
for people to come by and pet him
someone once called him eli
but most people call him "good dog"
unless they are his friends
his friends call him whitney.
with white chin hairs
that the people call greys
whitney waits outside
the Mystic Motors Auto Shop
for people to come by and pet him
someone once called him eli
but most people call him "good dog"
unless they are his friends
his friends call him whitney.
Saturday, September 08, 2012
the trap (poem 8/30)
| she built a trap to trap him in made of colorful colors of all shades with twists and turns that puzzle the mind and puzzles that twist your fingers in two and she caught him in it this man she would trap someone who she feared could not be outwitted her foe from a long time past had hunted her down through universes and galaxies and time and events across the seas of earth to this floating palace of confusion and beauty and she watched him from the safety of her tug boat which pulled the palace of puzzling shape across oceans and seas and bays and the breeze  |
| http://zaionart.blogspot.com.es/ |
Friday, September 07, 2012
beach music (poem 7/30)
for Tina Toran
1.
a great beast approached the women
who laid on the dunes in summer
to let the sun darken their skin
its sides were deeper brown than skin
with flags of great, cloud like white
and beams that moaned with every turn.
the women, from fear of the great sea beast,
ran to their children and ran to their men
to warn them of the oncoming threat.
2.
the mighty sea baron took anchor in hand
and lobbed it overboard at the first sight
of grassy foreign land he came across.
he did not notice the women yelling
as they ran away from his anchor
failing to land on them, although it tried.
his roar was mighty and demanded his crew
to saddle up and prepare to explore
this bountiful new world he had discovered.
3.
it took the baron's crew six hours
to ready themselves for their magnificent landfall
because the band's piano needed tuning
and no man dare make a great discovery
without a full orchestral soundtrack
to accompany his triumph, especially the baron
a man of grave pomp and opulent circumstance
that would make the very queen of the empire
weep in admiration for his efforts and ruffled collars.
4.
the women's men were ready for the beast
to attack them with what mythical forces
they knew it must possess, the way it hollered and sighed
they had never heard so many terrible sounds
coming from one such terrible creature
as the black beast form the sea that loomed off their shore,
they sent warning cries and beat their drums
to ward off the great threat that came form the sea
and scare it away with their traditional songs of war.
5.
upon reaching the shore the baron was greeted
with great hooting and howling and wailing
and drumming beats and stomping feats and whistling,
so enamored with the natives' sounds
the baron commanded his orchestra
to learn the rhythms and beats of these natives
so that he might bring beach music back to his queen
and be awarded the highest honor of all;
the balcony at the opera and a glass of sherry with her Majesty.
1.
a great beast approached the women
who laid on the dunes in summer
to let the sun darken their skin
its sides were deeper brown than skin
with flags of great, cloud like white
and beams that moaned with every turn.
the women, from fear of the great sea beast,
ran to their children and ran to their men
to warn them of the oncoming threat.
2.
the mighty sea baron took anchor in hand
and lobbed it overboard at the first sight
of grassy foreign land he came across.
he did not notice the women yelling
as they ran away from his anchor
failing to land on them, although it tried.
his roar was mighty and demanded his crew
to saddle up and prepare to explore
this bountiful new world he had discovered.
3.
it took the baron's crew six hours
to ready themselves for their magnificent landfall
because the band's piano needed tuning
and no man dare make a great discovery
without a full orchestral soundtrack
to accompany his triumph, especially the baron
a man of grave pomp and opulent circumstance
that would make the very queen of the empire
weep in admiration for his efforts and ruffled collars.
4.
the women's men were ready for the beast
to attack them with what mythical forces
they knew it must possess, the way it hollered and sighed
they had never heard so many terrible sounds
coming from one such terrible creature
as the black beast form the sea that loomed off their shore,
they sent warning cries and beat their drums
to ward off the great threat that came form the sea
and scare it away with their traditional songs of war.
5.
upon reaching the shore the baron was greeted
with great hooting and howling and wailing
and drumming beats and stomping feats and whistling,
so enamored with the natives' sounds
the baron commanded his orchestra
to learn the rhythms and beats of these natives
so that he might bring beach music back to his queen
and be awarded the highest honor of all;
the balcony at the opera and a glass of sherry with her Majesty.
Thursday, September 06, 2012
the development (poem 6/30)
where he read it, his head rested against the head board
with a floral-covered pillow for comfort
as she turned each page of the book he lent her
to read while he was away that day
her elbows turned red and itchy
from rubbing against the table top
he turned the pages faster than she did
soaking up the plot, letting his imagination fill in the gaps as he slept
she labored over every word
studying the language as if new to her
they read it all, every word, differently
and understood the story in different ways
one came away with morals
one with corruption
but they both held each other tight in the nights
following each horrific chapter
of their day to day struggles,
their life, reflected upon white pages in black printed ink
with a floral-covered pillow for comfort
as she turned each page of the book he lent her
to read while he was away that day
her elbows turned red and itchy
from rubbing against the table top
he turned the pages faster than she did
soaking up the plot, letting his imagination fill in the gaps as he slept
she labored over every word
studying the language as if new to her
they read it all, every word, differently
and understood the story in different ways
one came away with morals
one with corruption
but they both held each other tight in the nights
following each horrific chapter
of their day to day struggles,
their life, reflected upon white pages in black printed ink
we had a lot of rain yesterday
i think it was called hurrican Leslie... and it looked like this:
but this morning, the sun was shining and many cats did enjoy its rays...
Wednesday, September 05, 2012
end of the world (poem 5/30)
at the very end of our world
there is a strong, old tree with a rope swing
put there so you can take a bigger leap
over the edge into the emptiness
and go deeper into the black abyss of space
so you can get more star dust in your hair
more, at least, than if you'd just jumped
straight off the edge without the swing
there is a strong, old tree with a rope swing
put there so you can take a bigger leap
over the edge into the emptiness
and go deeper into the black abyss of space
so you can get more star dust in your hair
more, at least, than if you'd just jumped
straight off the edge without the swing
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
pages (poem 4/30)
the paper dries out the skin
on the palms of my thumbs
as i flick through the pages
of a book about bums.
(ryan wrote the last two words of this poem. please enjoy.)
on the palms of my thumbs
as i flick through the pages
of a book about bums.
(ryan wrote the last two words of this poem. please enjoy.)
Monday, September 03, 2012
gentleman weeping (poem 3/30)
you sat side by side on the side of the bed
legs dangling off the edge with the cup of tea
he brought for you, made just the way you like
with sugar and milk to weaken the bergamot
and watched as he began to wept as he told you
that he wasn't sure if he could stay much longer.
legs dangling off the edge with the cup of tea
he brought for you, made just the way you like
with sugar and milk to weaken the bergamot
and watched as he began to wept as he told you
that he wasn't sure if he could stay much longer.
Sunday, September 02, 2012
braid (poem 2/30)
we are bound
three strands
twisted together
locked in
beautifully woven
back
long
down the length
of a woman
standing
tall and proud
her skin burnt
by the sun.
three strands
twisted together
locked in
beautifully woven
back
long
down the length
of a woman
standing
tall and proud
her skin burnt
by the sun.
frozen table (a drawing)
i asked some people to give me titles without telling them what these titles were for (because most people would assume the titles were for poems). and then i drew these... and i am no artist... as you can see...
wolf hunter (poem 1/30)
synthia silvershire
was a wolf hunter
born into a family
of infamous wolf hunters
they saved farms and families and cities
and towns from the threat of people eating wolves
from a very young age, synthia learned
to track and kill her familial foes
she wore a wolf skin hat, lined
with the precious fur
of a great white wolf
her father had killed
but synthia was still young
she still had a heart
and could not take the lives
of those cubs she found
alone and abandoned by their mother
who was killed earlier that night
she took them in and trained them on a sleigh
and soon synthia silvershire became known
as the wolf woman. no longer a hunter,
no longer a killer, now a mother.
and for this, she too
was abandoned by her family.
was a wolf hunter
born into a family
of infamous wolf hunters
they saved farms and families and cities
and towns from the threat of people eating wolves
from a very young age, synthia learned
to track and kill her familial foes
she wore a wolf skin hat, lined
with the precious fur
of a great white wolf
her father had killed
but synthia was still young
she still had a heart
and could not take the lives
of those cubs she found
alone and abandoned by their mother
who was killed earlier that night
she took them in and trained them on a sleigh
and soon synthia silvershire became known
as the wolf woman. no longer a hunter,
no longer a killer, now a mother.
and for this, she too
was abandoned by her family.
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