Ode to a Cat Bowl

Oh, you magnificent treasure,
You ark of the covenant of appetite,
You holy well of sustenance and
Source of glutinous lust for cheap thrills!

Oh, to be you for only one day!
To feel the warm hands, full of reverence and preserving of sanctity,
Ushering me into a special place,

A rendezvous with my beloved,
Where I am caressed and kissed,
Licked to the bone with the sweetest
Of saliva, dripping from my lover’s tongue!

To be an object of craving,
To instill the peaks of excitement,
With my adoring supplicants
Yearning to the extreme for my presence!

To be worshipped with the most
Disgraceful of idolatry,
Stirring in the soul a passion
That provokes the most magnificent

Of athletic displays,
Searching in vain,
But with the hope of last hopes,
To woo, to seduce, to conquer.

Only you are worthy to be
The beautiful, perfectly round,
Sturdy and strong,
The most intimate of fellows.

Oh you, oh wonder,
Oh, cat bowl!

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A Guide to “Unpoetry”

I have composed a short list of helpful hints with explanations about my unique style of writing that I call, “Unpoetry”.

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Unique

One day I was sitting in my car
At a stop light, and I noticed
That each and every person
On the face of the earth,

From the beginning of time,
Is unique.
We don’t look the same,
Or if we do,

We don’t talk the same,
Or if we do,
We don’t act the same,
Or if we do,

We don’t think the same.
Now, I realize that’s all debatable,
And, of course,
Subject to scientific study,

But don’t you think
It’s pretty amazing
How many different kinds
If people there are

On this earth?
I think it’s very cool.
Can that be an accident?
And, better yet,

Out of all those different people,
Isn’t it cool how, deep down,
We’re all pretty much the same?
I think it is very cool.

A Wanna-Be Poet

Jumping in, I hesitate,
Rocking back and forth,
On the edge of a cliff.
Finally, I leap!

Crashing to the bottom,
I hit with a thud,
Rolling over to a stop.
Carefully, I push myself up

Onto my hands and knees,
Feeling that my ankle
May be sprained.
“My luck,” I mutter to myself.

If only I had thought
To pack a parachute!
Jumping into the Grand Canyon
Can be a challenge sometimes.

I worry so much
If anyone cares.
I wonder if anyone
Will understand.

Will they appreciate me?
Do I really have talent,
Or am I fooling myself?
Such are the concerns

Of a wanna-be poet
Like me.

A Wanna-Be Poet

Jumping in, I hesitate,
Rocking back and forth,
On the edge of a cliff.
Finally, I leap!

Crashing to the bottom,
I hit with a thud,
Rolling over to a stop.
Carefully, I push myself up

Onto my hands and knees,
Feeling that my ankle
May be sprained.
“My luck,” I mutter to myself.

If only I had thought
To pack a parachute!
Jumping into the Grand Canyon
Can be a challenge sometimes.

I worry so much
If anyone cares.
I wonder if anyone
Will understand.

Will they appreciate me?
Do I really have talent,
Or am I fooling myself?
Such are the concerns

Of a wanna-be poet
Like me.

Tribe Martians

Tribe north arrange elevation
Collate Arabian topple creases
Tack tubes orange ant ticks
Tear tree ventilating orb reaching

Port power packs prevent pushing
Pick prepubescent pinwheel piles
Yank yams Ill ink ear ends oinking
All exactly before jail runes about

Letter quotes heavy harassing hankies
Like loud leaves leaving underneath
Pouring pills miffed whipped weak
Tea bag dead Zoroastrian Martians

Captured Lips

Captured cranky clothes pins
In angel garb on rye toast.
Sweater heads leave elbow twisters
Inside Fallopian dudes.

However you slice the repeat baskets,
The mane combs backwards.
Stalactites cover my inner rainbow
On African teepees with blender rips.

Ancient Batman reels quit couches,
But various cake slippers tangle.
Preventing toward trench apples
Is a nippy homestead tendril.

Wooing red X-ray vipers is close to
Happy manger arm bands.
Pictures puréed with peach dust
Wrap barf jam under cackle lips.

A Surprise, but Not Completely

Crying down inside a cave.

Trying not to be a slave.

Striving hard for what you gave.

Feeling like I am a knave.

 

Wonder who will come for me.

What is now possibility?

How will he or she set me free?

Am I banished from endless glee?

 

So what do you care? You ask me now.

Why display a wrinkled brow?

I wonder why, I wonder how

You will perform and take a bow.

 

What is the future of a man,

A man who strives to make a plan?

Are you sinking in the sand?

I will help you, if I can.

 

So, come with me, happily.

Listen to my tales and see

What you learn about me.

A surprise, but not completely.

 

Does Love Win?

Is it possible
That God never stops
Offering his love
To all of us?

Not just the chosen few,
But each and every person
On the face of the earth,
From the beginning of time

To the end of time?
Does God continue
To give and give
Until we give in?

Does God never
Take “No” for an answer,
Because he knows
What is really good for us?

Does he know
That down deep,
We all want his love,
We all want to be with him,

No matter what
We think or say
About him?
After all,

If we choose
To reject God,
And God gives up on us,
Wouldn’t that mean

That the enemy
Has won that battle?
Is our God so small
That he would permit

Most of his children
To spend eternity
Burning in hell?
Wouldn’t it seem,

If that happens,
That Jesus’ death
Was in vain?
In the end,

Does the most
Powerful being
In the entire universe
Get defeated

By his own creation?
After all,
Does God lose,
Or is God bigger than that?

Does Love win?