Lady, Lady, Lady
Always a bit cranky
Wish you were back with me.
She left the way she came
Quickly and without much fuss
She made her way into our hearts
Merlin, her brother and myself
She had a way about her that was
comic and endearing to me
We had many years of happiness
But alas, the years go too fast
and Merlin left us too soon
But Lady helped me through
Although, she too was getting older and
had her aches and pains.
She decided to leave without much fuss
Now I am bereft with silence all around.
I thought since it is National Cat’s Day I would write a poem about my cat, Lady. She is quite the character, with a mind of her own and set in her ways, not unlike myself! So I am going to write a poem which hopefully does her justice.
There once was a cat name of Lady
She loved lying in the sun
But not where it was shady.
Cleaning her plate, she’d find her spot
Which was of course most comfy
Under her blanket right on the dot.
Snoozing away ’till the clock struck two
Up she’d pop, for her next meal
Lapped it up, ’till next one was due.
Rubbish was once a sight to see
But then, it became so very messy
Our goal was now, to lose it fast
And so we did, at long last
Now we were happy just to be.
Merlin came into my life when just a tiny kitten
He was wild and adorable from the beginning
He would race around the house from window to window
Knocking down anything in his path whatsoever
I would find lamps down and bulbs smashed to bits
If it happened to get in his way
He would sit on the window sill and watch
All the birds in the bushes outside
He’d meet me at the door when I came home
And walk me to the door when I left
He was only fourteen when he left me
Too young to be gone but then
I am so thankful for the time we did have
And I know I will see him again.
The single drawer in the night table
Holds things that I hold dear
But none so dear as the missives
From my sister through the years.
She was a happy and generous person
Loved by all she knew
She enjoyed parties and plays and then some
We danced until the curfew blew.
She suffered a loss that changed her
Though she tried to carry on
It became too much for her to bear
And now I have the letters in the drawer.
Today’s Device is Fingers, an interesting subject to work with especially using Assonance and Prose/Poetry. Let’s see what I can do with these subjects.
My fingers danced across the page,
and again on the computer.
I stressed and strove to sound the vowels,
it was not as easy a task as it seemed.
My brain was stressed while doing its best,
pain went from my brain to my fingers.
They hesitated, then tried once more,
while again the pain persists in spite of all.
She was a simple lady
A simple lady was she
Kind to all who knew her
Her name was Kate.
She was an Irish woman
Cooked up a stew in a flash
She cooked up a stew
Her name was Kate.
No one bossed her
No one crossed her
Her man did try
He was sorry that day.
The family came first
Of girls there were four
She took care of her family
No more than four.
She worked and she scrubbed
To bring home the bacon
And when she was done
All her bones were aching.
Her man was no good
Refusing to work
He sat in the chair
Acting just like a jerk.
One night she decided
To kick him right out
It did not go well
He hit her in the snout.
She told him to go
And he did refuse
She struck his head
Until he got the news.
When he was gone
The happiness reigned
Their life once more
Was not a bit strained.
Here are a few poems I picked out of “The Norton Anthology of Literature By Women.” It’s a book that was required for the college class I was taking quite awhile ago. I found two poems today that I had never read, by famous authors I have admired. The punctuation is the authors or the editor’s. The spacing also is not mine, as the posts are only set up for straight text and spacing. Not sure how to go in and enter the code to change the spacing.
THE COURAGE THAT MY MOTHER HAD
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
The courage that my mother had
Went with her, and is with her still:
Rock from New England quarried;
Now granite in a granite hill.
The golden brooch my mother wore
She left behind for me to wear;
I have no thing I treasure more:
Yet, it is something I could spare.
Oh, if instead she’d left to me
The thing she took into the grave!
That courage like a rock, which she
Has no more need of, and I have.
Good morning – Midnight –
I’m coming home –
Day-got tired of me –
How could I-of Him?
Sunshine was a sweet place-
I liked to stay-
But Morn-didn’t want me-now-
I can look-can’t I-
When the East is Red?
The Hills-have a way–then
That puts the Heart-abroad-
You-are not so fair-Midnight-
But please-take a little Girl-
He turned away!
This poem is about a trip I took with my best friend to work for the summer. We had gone all through Catholic grade and high school together which took twelve years and had only graduated a short time before taking the trip. We were going to the New Jersey shore to work as waitresses, then she was going back to school to become a nurse or as they called it then, “in training.” My plans were a little more vague but I knew I had to get a job to support myself and help out at home. Little did I know then that I would be moving to New Jersey and making a life there.
We had a wonderful time at the shore, getting jobs right away and finding a boarding house to live in. Unbeknownst to either of us, that would be our last time together as she and her family moved away soon after we returned from the trip and we never saw each other again. But that is another story.
THE END OF A FRIENDSHIP
We traveled by train to reach our destination
It was foggy most of the way
As the train pulled in, the fog was lifting
A sign of the good days ahead
We worked hard all the days we were there
It was more like a sort of play
In the evenings we danced until our feet ached
Not noticing the pain till the end
We laughed, we cried, the time passed too quickly
And too soon we had to leave
Never knowing that this was our last time together
We frolicked on the train all the way home.
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