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Posted: 9/3/2007 12:19:24 AM | | well, that explains the whole fashion dilemma for me - you are one of those wacky, loveable "cat women", of course you are going to have eclectic tastes in attire!!!!! | |
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Posted: 9/3/2007 6:50:47 AM | ggoh and aoibheann, I have been in bondage to cats most of my life......when the girls moved out I was determined not to have any pets inside the house ( Mel's cat was antisocial and psychotic).
Then my boyfriend found a kitten which he never seemed to have the $$ to spay. 8 cats later, (a litter and some strays) he left, leaving me with the cats. Argh! I was down to two outside cats 6 years later. After the first litter, I scraped up some cash and spayed her, but there are always strays who show up as well....
Now I'm back up to 2 inside/outside , 1 totally inside, 1 caged (the other cats are beating it up - no idea why) and 3 outside. At least my sister will take care of them and not leave me with all the work..... we are working on finding a good home for the caged cat, and one of the outdoor cats is being kept for someone else who will take her back soon.
My sister's husband didn't spay his cats and she had the same problem I did....it sucks to be the responsible one......
so people, please spay and neuter your animals. A female can have four litters a year, and begins the mating season in February. A female doesn't have to be in heat to mate or become pregnant, that's what the "noisy cat sex" is you hear sometimes. It's kitty rape. When the male mates the female, he puts her into heat. They're working on a sterilization shot, and the animal world will be better off when it hits the vets office.......
**brizo climbs off her soapbox**
the crazy attire is just survival.....it gets really cold out here with no other buildings and no border trees to break the wind.......
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I have a cat
Simon's his name
holstein markings
his claim to fame
his claws are sharp
he rules the yard
and chases mice
but not too hard
another one from Erik's pet challenge | |
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Posted: 9/3/2007 11:10:55 AM | i love your cat poems brizo, they add a dash of adorable to my day, reminding when, before allergies, i too was under the spell of the discerning, critical and impeccable eye of a cat named lumpy-loo, who in her imperfection and lack of personal hygiene, beauty, grace, diligence, inquisitiveness or any other catly attribute that draws us to these feline phenoms, still demanded perfection and total adoration from me...her sense of self and worth indestructible after life had thrown her into a cage in shelter, 1 hour until death. totally nondescript, totally lacking any cat-a-bilities, perhaps i had found her after she had used up her nine lives, but she still made it abundantly clear that she was a cat of stature and worth, and i was merely the better alternative to the cage, to the needle, and no more. i never captured her heart totally, and suffered her indifference with patience and never never never forgot the thrill of the rare times she sought me out , her momentary neediness and purring, purring, purring a soft mantra i think was perhaps, a reluctant acknowledgement as she put her face right up to mine, green eyes to my brown, soft pink velvet nose to my freckled one, yes, an acknowledgement that for this next fifteen minutes or however long she deigned to lie with me, she had suspended her disbelief in me, and accepted my imperfections too.
this poem is one of my most cherished favorites, it is purely radiant and purely truth:
PURRING - Coleman Barks
The internet says science is not sure how cats purr,
probably a vibration of the whole
larynx, unlike what we do when we talk. Less
likely, a blood vessal moving across the chest wall.
As a child I tried to make every
cat I met purr. That was one of the early
miracles, the stroking to perfection. Here's something
I've heard: a feline purrs in
two conditions, when deeply content and when
mortally wounded, to calm themselves, readying for the
death opening. The low frequency
evidently helps to strengthen bones and
heal damaged organs. Say poetry is the human purr, vessel
mooring in the chest, a closed-mouth
refuge, the feel of a glide through dying: one
winter morning on a sunny chair inside this only body,
a faroff inboard motorboat sings
the empty room, purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhh
it isn't much, this sharing, this gift of Colman i give to you, but it is with deep respect for the gift of you in my life, the healing purr of you my soul needs so much | |
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Posted: 9/3/2007 6:05:41 PM | I love the poem.....to me it's a big gift, but nothing near the gift of your friendship.....you're extraordinary, and don't even know it.....I marvel that someone knocked your self esteem to nothing, and still you rose.....
glad you found your way here, and into our hearts......
I mowed today, and it was muggy! I didn't even start till the heat of the day was off, but it was still hot, and I couldn't wear shorts because the mosquitos were so bad. Long grass harbors mosquitos, who bedevil my pets who actually live out there, and my guests, and my grandchildren who can't even play....
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I have a striped cat
with golden eyes
he's very laid back
but the king of surprise
he loves to spring
at unsuspecting feet
and pretend to fight
but my Opie's sweet | |
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Posted: 9/3/2007 6:25:33 PM | | well, i don't know about how high i have risen, it is a short journey from a gutter to the curb.... but i do know i want to have one tenth of what you and wooby and sophia and jules and drea have, and i want to be worthy of the encouraging light you all have added to my life. and thank you so much for these cat poems, they are all printed out now, strung like holiday lights across the top of the roll top desk... i am going to draw them in pencils and pastels best as i can imagine and love them as my surrogate kitties, on loan from you - a heaven for my tiger eyes. | |
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Posted: 9/3/2007 9:20:42 PM | Morning
Mary Oliver
Salt shining behind its glass cylinder.
Milk in a blue bowl. The yellow linoleum.
The cat stretching her black body from the pillow.
The way she makes her curvaceous response to the small, kind gesture.
Then laps the bowl clean.
Then wants to go out into the world
where she leaps lightly and for no apparent reason across the lawn,
then sits, perfectly still, in the grass.
I watch her a little while, thinking:
what more could I do with wild words?
I stand in the cold kitchen, bowing down to her.
I stand in the cold kitchen, everything wonderful around me. | |
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Posted: 9/4/2007 5:54:54 PM | well, not feeling quite so in love with them right now......they're being cats, and typical pain in the a*s*s es about changes.......it's hiss, swat, and growl....
I have a chocolate lab
her name is truffle
a gentle dog
she does not scuffle
at 75 lbs
a real big girl
she makes howling sounds
when the sirens whirl | |
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Posted: 9/4/2007 6:19:02 PM | You've seen my Charley with wooby
he's a mut for sure but he's groovy
His granpa's a shelty/beagle mix up
belonged to my eldest since a pup.
Looking after that shorty one day
he somehow managed to have his way
with my next daughters Aussie cattle dog heeler
who was far to big for him even to feel her
But size matters not to a dog in heat
and those little guys sometimes have the rest beat
with persistence of charm in dogish ways
well she had seven puppies after many days.
So as the story gets longer
we hunted for homes for them all as they grew stronger
Took six months till we had homes where they stayed,
and we arranged to get our two bytch dogs spayed.
But Gwen, my next daughters eskimo/lab was displaying signs
of puppies arriving. Hell, some times
the best laid plans do not work out
and within a few months six more came out.
So Charley has all my daughters pooches
and I had to keep him, cause he smooches.
So now my girls are all moving out
and I know what it is about
but the dogs seem to be staying with me
Just like most Mom's history.
But the cats don't seem to mind them a bit
and they'll live happily here till I quit. | |
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Posted: 9/4/2007 7:45:59 PM | The cooler nights bring restlessness
To wander the streets
As nomads seeking fallen angels
Peeking into windows of contented souls
A woman leans down to kiss the forehead
Of her man
Ensconced in a book of secrets
He doesn’t seem to notice
As she passes by in the shadows
Of the chestnut tree
The sweet maple
The moon has died down
To silver
And only days ago it rose in harvest shades
Leaving its legacy upon the water
To light the fires
Hidden in her yearnings to experience
Life. | |
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Posted: 9/4/2007 7:50:35 PM | yeah, many of the pets were left here by others.....my daughters tried that, but when they were stable and living in their own homes(after several years), I dropped their cats off.....the cats missed them, and were squabbling over here. Pete and Lucky never really got along.....
Ravin, I love the face......hehe........
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I have a dog
her name is Sue
a little beagle
a howler too
she sits on her roof
she likes to dig holes
and walks, and ball chasing
and barking at moles
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Autumn, you snuck in on me! Why not explore another country on vacation? I've always wanted to go somewhere hot in February, when you're just so sick of winter..........I think Australia's warm then, and you could visit Dreaming....... | |
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Posted: 9/4/2007 8:10:41 PM | | I would love to explore Australia Brizo but my money keeps falling from my pockets into back to school stuff and birthdays galore. All my kids were born in September and David too so a lottery would come in handy right about now. Alas money isn't as abundant as all of those maple leaves which will be falling on my head before long. | |
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Posted: 9/4/2007 8:29:53 PM | | I'm telling you Autumn, we need to write to Oprah...... | |
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Posted: 9/4/2007 10:37:47 PM | | An all expense paid trip for an international gathering of cyber poets. Good idea. | |
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Posted: 9/5/2007 5:53:00 PM | | hey, let's ask for Australia........wouldn't that be so cool....... | |
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Posted: 9/5/2007 7:14:12 PM | hmmm. didn't know that about cats...
size matters
i used to have a st. bernard
an outdoors dog, who lived in the yard
in a pen derived from a basketball court
surrounded by a chain-link fence, not short
i recall she was young, and not spayed yet
went into heat, was the neighborhood dog to get
oh, yeah, all the male dogs, they came a’lookin’
because they wanted to see just what was cookin’
this one day, looking out mom’s bedroom windows
we see a strange thing, and here’s how it goes
this little dog tries, and climbs up the fence
gains the doghouse roof, shows no sense
jumps off, onto the saint’s back
that ain’t the spot for a sexual attack
she turns and looks, just to see
shrugs her shoulders, he’s flying free
then, in the pen, he tries and tries again
but…too small, not happening, not this when
because, yes, size matters, i tell you
you can believe it, it’s surely true | |
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Posted: 9/5/2007 9:15:00 PM | I dunno, I've walked by some pretty strange unions....matings I would never have thought possible.....you've got to hand it to that little dog for persistance, even if he didn't grab the brass ring.....
I didn't know that about cats either, but my sisters best friend has an associates in veterinary science .......she said Siamese males were the most notorious rapists.....
Thanks for stopping by! It's been awhile for both of us......hoping we can make it next year to Ravin's so I can meet you....
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starshine
shine on
source of wonder
blaze
hydrogen luster
for lovers and philosophers
those seeking
higher power
soul renewal
germinate
glowing
timeless
galactic shower
heaven's flower
LS 8/23/07 | |
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Posted: 9/6/2007 7:53:42 PM | | Sam was a lilac point siamese ~~ and I can't tell you how many times I had to drag him home in the middle of the night. One night, as me and my neighbor were snatching our cats home (in our night clothes) I looked up at my neighbor and said " You know, we just have to stop meeting like this -- the whole neighborhood is talking. . . . " | |
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Posted: 9/6/2007 8:37:11 PM | why do they do that?
walk off without
saying a word
knowing we will
worry
knowing we will
be witless and
weighted with grief
like losing a gol darn
arm or leg
why don't we ever
adopt the well behaved?
the scaredy cats?
the reproductively
challenged?
and then to be there
just like that
on the truck seat
or back porch,
licking a paw,
asking, "Can I
have my milk now?" | |
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Posted: 9/8/2007 12:00:45 PM | man, Erik started something with his pet challenge! People love to write about their pets........I find it hard to convey the uniqueness I see......put it into words so another can see my pet also.....
Love you ladies, thanks for stopping by. If my postings are fewer it's not lack of interest, rather that I'm kept pretty busy with my two jobs and lawn and trying to be there when the kids need me for my grandkids sake.....
May has missed the bus three times since school started two weeks ago. She's been hitting the snooze button and her mom is still at work.....we all have cell phones or I would try and call her to wake her up. This cuts my morning short because I have to drop her at school and then drop Gage, and they are both in opposite directions. Then go to work, on time....
At this point I think her aunt Melanie is going to have to interrupt her sleep to make certain May is up and not hitting the snooze. Mel is sleeping upstairs as she works late bartending. All this working away from home, and the juggling with children.....have we made any real progress? Now our lives are a busy race from point A to point B......
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brass ring
Maybe it's crazy,
but I'm the one who took the chances
dizzily spinning
reality dances
shimmering enticingly
just out of reach
I see the brass ring
I'm winning
Ls 8/21/07
first, last and Ethics and Supressed Desires | |
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Posted: 9/8/2007 12:21:30 PM | been doing that dance
trying to master the steps
but i am not ginger
and i got no fred
gonna take off the tap shoes
and even tuck away
the pink satin toe shoes
gonna stop the clock
and take my heart back
fling my shadow up
to the moon
find a fire
that has roots
find roots that
have wings
shadows never
dance alone | |
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Posted: 9/10/2007 7:11:37 AM | Ahhh yes he did indeed start something,... but he is not one to not jump in with some twisted stuff too, so here is a tale of a special pet.
This is a story about a magical creature. One that most women find both cute and a bit wild too.
- MY FRIENDLY SNAKE -
Some men have a "trouser trout"
And others have a "pocket gopher"
Some guys have a "magic monkey"
Sounds a bit like a girl choker
Erik has a "Bulging Boa"
Rare and ever the delight
The kind of snake that makes girls smile
Without a worry of a bite
My boa likes to hide by day
And then come out to hunt at night
His favorite prey dwells in holes
The eggs he loves hide deep from sight
He puffs up as he tries to go
And burrow deep and fast
His eagerness to get inside
Is really always unsurpassed
The women often play with him
He's friendly in their hands
I keep him near and make them smile
They like his fun advance
So if you need a little smile
Ladies you should make no mistake
It's always fun when you're alone
With Erik's Bulging Boa snake!
- Erik - hahahaha,.... And no he's not a spitting cobra!,... that's just an imitation that he does in the end to warn you that he's done playing! Hahahahaha,.... <0>
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Posted: 9/10/2007 3:12:17 PM | life circulates
the choices
can chain the chances
forcing us to
mindless vehemence
with stunted arms
incapable of
reaching
for
anything | |
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Posted: 9/10/2007 4:57:31 PM | aoibheann, I got a little break when I was on unemployment this winter.....at first it was great, then I got bored and nothing got done. My ambition shrunk with the length of my days. I like to work, I just wish life was more meaningful to people.....or maybe it is, perhaps it's just me.......that last poem, I get the impression you feel trapped by life......run forest, run......
Erik, I'll read the snake poetry and put it to sleep.......
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scorch
the earth is cracked
and dry
scorched grass
and wilting flowers
the trampoline
sits empty
as my driveway
fills with weeds
nights of
lightning bugs
and clear skies
time stretches
into long days
impossible to sleep
in the light
and I am finally
lonely
in the long night
LS 6/22/07 | |
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Posted: 9/13/2007 9:06:30 PM | "Chef" 1/06/07
You are kin by marriage
to two of the finest
women I know
but you constantly
denigrate them
devaluing
their contributions
their ideas
their opinions
because you know
you don't measure up
you aren't a dying breed
you are dead in the water
your archaic ideas
about men and women
as enemies
rivals
in uneasy temporary truce
the content
of women's value:
appearance
housekeeping
and sex
but you never work yourself
king shit
you "delegate"
and grab the accolades
The Kato Kaelin
of Northwest Ohio
a barnacle fastened
to the teat of the wealthy
let your sycophantic fawning
take you away
to be a parasite
in distant colons
that your fvcked up ideas
never plant their seeds
of inferiority
or unworthiness
in my grandaughters heads
humbling them
till they find a mirror
to reflect their beauty
instead of looking inward
they will be
partners
friends
equals
in the world of 2007 and beyond
their world
not yours
thank god
who made us all
even
women
LS | |
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Posted: 9/14/2007 2:38:51 AM | Loved this Briz
galactic shower
heaven's flower | |
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