I was a cat
In a prior life
Of this I am
Certain.
I can sleep for
Hours.
Love napping in the
Sun.
I’ll allow a little
Petting
Just don’t get too
Rough.
My claws are
Sharp, but I keep them
Sheathed
Don’t annoy me
Too much or
I might show my
Teeth.
No one knows my
Thoughts;
Those I keep
Hidden
Behind my Mona Lisa
Smile
I’m still just a
Kitten.
Jealousy is not
An emotion to envy.
Ironic, really.
In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Green Eyed Lady.
Don’t hate me because
I am beautiful, she said.
I am smarter, too.
Peace, people!
Why is the Family
Important
In this day and
Time?
Family defines us,
Binds us,
Cradles us,
Refines us.
Family catches us,
Finds us, and
Snatches us
From the brink of
Nothingness.
Family shelters us,
Upholds us,
Reflects us on
Life’s stage.
One who has
Family is never
Alone,
Even if they’d
Sometimes prefer
Solitude.
Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Forgive and Forget–share a story about a time when you had a difficult time forgiving a perpetrator, but you forgave them.
I stated my point of view
to which they responded,
“Surely you’re joking!”
“We’re still waiting for the punchline.”
When I held firm; explaining my rationale, they responded,
“Abomination!” and
“Thou shalt not!” and took themselves out of my life.
I became more militant.
Demanding to be heard.
They became more deeply entrenched in beliefs I’d left behind long ago.
The thing is, I have forgiven those who don’t understand my point of view.
And I can forget how I felt when
they scoffed at my beiefs.
I’m not sure the same can be said of them. And, I forgive them of that, as well.
Peace, People.
Daily Post’s Daily Prompt–“You the sandwich: If a restaurant were to name a dish after you, what would it be?”
Frankly I’m surprised someone hasn’t already named a dish after me, but since, as far as I know they have not, let me wax eloquent on the topic.
The Noyzinator Deluxe
Two slices of soft white bread
Mayonnaise spread on both slices
Three slices of thick sliced bacon
Ripe avocado slices
Two fresh tomato slices
Leafy green lettuce
A dash of salt
Fresh ground pepper
–serve with a side of fresh grapes–
Duchess of Sandwich
the noblest of titles
conveyed upon me.
Some of yous got it,
Some of yous ain’t
Trouble is yous that ain’t got it
Ain’t aware of that state.
Now lookahere friend
I knows what I gots
I’m one classy broad
The rest of yous ain’t snot.
I started writing this poem on a whim, and all of a sudden I found myself humming one of my favorite songs from the movie, Chicago. Queen Latifah and Catherine Zeta Jones–two classy dames lamenting the end of good manners:
(Be sure to click on the link above.)
My life is an
Open Book,
Baby
No questions
Unanswered
No avenues
Unexplored
No fears
Unfaced
No wishes
Unimplored.
The cover
Unimpressive,
The Foreword
Undeserved,
The typeface
Uninspired,
The story
Unreserved.
Come read me
Unabashed
Learn my secrets
Unrehashed.
Written in response to the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Your Life, The Book.
Flyday, is the next best day to
Slatterday and Stunday
Before Stunday miraculously
Evolves into Stubday when
Thoughts of Glumday
Set in.
Glumday, ughday.
After Glumday
Twosday and Waddlesday
Are only slightly better, but
Slursday is close to nirvana.
TGIFlyday!
may I?
please and
thank you!
after you,
no,
after you.
excuse me
sir,
ma’am.
small words
necessary
words
now, more
than
ever.
Peace, please people!
Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Pick a letter any letter then write a story, poem, or post in which every line starts with that letter.
Don’t you know, I let Studly (aka David)
Doright decide on my letter?
Delight to
dandelions,
dolphins, and
dragons.
Drink to danger,
departures, and
dalliances.
Dance with
danger,
drama, and
destiny.
Delight to
doggies,
diamonds, and
daisies.
Do it.
Do not
Delay.
D won’t wait even one more
Day.
Praying for Eyebrowz 