The Poetry Marathon

the yappy dog

Between Me

And He

was happy

But my Calf

Was Sad

from the bite

My Tomcat

Meant

For the Dog

instead

two years or less

They told me

out of the blue

As she laid there

dying

In front of me

~

We slowly went home

through my tears

I held out my hand

rubbing against her cheek

While she purred for me

like the fighter she is

So we put on our gloves

starting our dance

Together

I ordered you a million years ago

Your voice

Your thoughts

And your soft, gentle touch

A touch unlike no other

You melt me like I’m butter

There must be fireworks in your fingertips

I swear it must be true

You make me get rather noisy

Quite the opposite to you

I have to listen carefully

For that smallest change of breath

Then I think you must be happy

And I hope I pass your test

I ordered you a million years ago

Your humor and your wit

I ordered you a million years ago

Universal shipping must be slow!

Where does she go

When I cannot see her?

I can see her toes from under the door

But I am on the other side of it.

I wave my paw by my eyeball trying to reach her.

Why is she laughing?

Where does she go

When I cannot see her?

I hear big water splashing

And I am afraid that she is drowning!

I jump through the thin plastic to save her~

But suddenly there is yelling…

Where does she go

When I cannot see her?

Where did this giant fabric mountain

Under the bedcovers come from?

Did something just wiggle?

I think I should attack it!

Where does she go

When I cannot see her?

Did she really leave the house?

Does she not know how much I need her?!

Why is it so difficult to write about you?

I cannot seem to be able to decide about you.

All I ever seem to do is think of you.

I wait all day for a glimpse of you.

I wait all night for a caress from you.

All I really do is need you.

All I ever do is love you.

I cannot seem to connect with you.

I find myself often barred from you.

I know how much I anger you.

Can’t you see how much I have for you?

I’m frightened I will be destroyed by you.

I’d love to make love

By the light

Of my Christmas lamp

In my grandmother’s old bed

Passed to me

Through generations

My hardly soft fouton

Under ages of comforters

Covered with cats

In the crisp cool of the night

My nakedness

Is warmed by yours

Loving arms around me

As I drift off to sleep

By the light of your smile

i kiss you tonight

from so very far away

and yet i feel

closer to you than ever before

i close my eyes

open my self

for your tender caresses

the whispers of my name

on your silken lips

the way you feel

so hard against me

fingers in my hair

love all over my face

eyes inside my soul

as you hold me

turning me with your passion

under streetlights

in the rain for hours

never noticing strangers

driving past

staring 

jealously 

I walk alone.

No matter who is beside me,

behind me,

or in front of me.

I walk alone. 

When I pause

to rest,

or recuperate…

I am alone. 

Even among friends

who covet me,

Or hate me.

I walk alone.

Once I had a companion

until the pace was too fast…

So we drifted apart~

~and I walked alone. 

My traveler has since wandered back…

Aimlessly perhaps,

to rest his tired feet

upon my weak and weary back.

I am alone.

As I always will be.

Myriam Fallow was really hollow.

She lived in the town of Creeky Shallow.

Her wisest thought was not as deep

as the dried up river, one inch deep.

Her mother sent her to the store

to buy a present for her sister who snored.

She said to herself, “Oh, what shall I buy?”

Then she turned around to Aisle 5.

Aisle 5 was forbidden, this she well knew…

She fought off the impulse as curiousity grew.

She turned instead and walked right by…

…but stopped when something caught her eye.

She was in a trance, down the aisle walked she…

…until she saw The Thing, and then balked She.

“I can’t…” said Myriam, “You’re not a good present.”

“Who cares?” said The Thing,“Your sister can scream. I’ll give her a scare, because YOU wouldn’t DARE!”

This last line he shouted

as Myriam doubted.

(It would be so funny~

To scare her sister Honey…)

Now, Myriam walked out the door that day.

She started home without delay.

Some saw a Shadow walking behind her.

~and to this very day, no one can find her…

Come into my cocoon

Hold me

Imagine the beauty

That could be Us

If only we could learn to fly

Together