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Accidental Cat Lady – NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 29

Accidental Cat Lady

I need to remind you, Matilda my dear

it was you who chose me in late May of last year,

delivering four kittens underneath my old house.

I couldn’t just leave you like some heartless louse.

I rescued you, fed you, found everyone homes.

Now safe from the streets you are, never to roam.

But since you have joined my cat family, now six

you still run and hide, when I’m too close, you hiss!

It’s clear I’m your servant, there’s no doubting that,

slaving away while you sleep and grow fat!

Would it kill you, Matilda, to trust me a bit,

bring your feral butt over and let me love it?

I need to remind you, Matilda my dear

you chose well with me, you have nothing to fear.

~kat


I am a reluctant cat lady. I never planned to have SIX cats, but Matilda decided differently when she had her kittens under my front porch! We rescued two boys and a girl ( the white trio above) straight away. The boys mercifully are thriving with another family. The runt, our Frankie is growing like a weed! Matilda and her one all black kitten, Schrodinger, so named because he and his mum eluded capture for over a month, were on the lam long enough to develop a feral attitude! I’m happy to say that after a year they are just now allowing me to touch them lightly, briefly. Baby steps, consistency and a lot of patience is paying off! That makes three new kittens added to my aging brood, Casey (marble/white Tonkinese kitty, age 16), Sebastian (fluffy gray and white, age 18) and his brother Merlin (black and white, tuxedo coat, age 18). I didn’t plan to be a cat lady. But what’s a lover of creatures great and small to do?!

For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 29: write a paean to the stalwart hero of your household: your pet.


Quid Pro Quo – NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 23

Quid Pro Quo

Quibbling aside, it is plain to see
Unless you’ve been living underneath a rock
In dealings with our friends and enemies
Donny T’s crime family is in hock

Promises of aid held for a favor…
Rouse investigations, tell the world
Or forfeit our assistance, overheard

Quid no pro, pro no quid, it’s hard to tell
Unwittingly or not, goods were exchanged
Our nation took a blow to its good name

~kat

For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 23: write a poem about a particular letter of the alphabet, or perhaps, the letters that form a short word.


Sof ha’olam, smolah – NaPo WriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 22


Sof ha’olam, smolah

at the end of the world, turn left
normal’s not normal anymore
follow the path due north, head west
at the end of the world, turn left
take what you need and leave the rest
dust off those dreams, let your heart soar
at the end of the world, turn left
normal’s not normal anymore

~kat


A Triolet for NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 22: find an idiomatic phrase from a different language or culture, and use it as the jumping-off point for your poem.

Hebrew – (Sof ha’olam, smolah) סוף העולם שמאלה.“At the end of the world, turn left.”


A Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines.


the best medicine – NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 18

Busy day today. Just a wee bit late to the party. True story: We laughed so hard today. Gosh it felt good. There hasn’t been much to laugh about these days, but oh, how I needed it!

The Best Medicine

I had forgotten
how healing laughter could be.
That sweet rush of endorphins,
it is ecstasy,
the joy of letting go completely.

~kat


NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 18: write an ode to life’s small pleasures.


With a focus on the ordinary (as in ordinary, everyday people, places, or things) I created a new form I called the Horatiodet. See what I did there? It’s a portmanteau that combines the words Horacian+Ode+et. A Horatiodet is a total of 5 lines, syllable count: 5-7-7-5-9 / rhyme scheme: ababb. In other words, it is a short Horacian Ode (only one stanza), a form based on the style of Horace, Quintus Horatius Flaccus (December 8, 65 BC – November 27, 8 BC), the leading Roman lyric poet during the time of Augustus.


The Greatest in the History of All Things Great, Greatness – NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 16

The Greatest in the History of All Things Great, Greatness

We had the most beautiful piece of cake!
Everyone tells me it’s so, believe me,
except for fake news, they’re the enemy,
phony, the worst, agents of the deep state.

I always win bigly, losers I hate.
Mistakes? I don’t make them, never, not me.
We had the most beautiful piece of cake!
Everyone tells me it’s so, believe me.

I promise to make America great.
It’s going to be tremendous, you’ll see.
I alone, stable genius…covfefe…
loved by Vlad Putin, Kim Jong Il, and Xi.
We had the most beautiful piece of cake!

~kat


For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo Challenge Day 16: write a poem of over-the-top compliments. Pick a person, place, or thing you love, and praise it in the most effusive way you can. Go for broke with metaphors, similes, and more.

Well, I had a bit…oh hell, I had a tremendous, stupendous time poking political fun today. I know of no other politician who is more well versed in over-the-top, extravagantly, effusive self-adulation and duplicity than President 45. I used a Rondel, a French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats. 

 


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