“WHY AM I,          SUDDENLY-“THE-CAT-LADY?  Why?”

“WHY ME?” a poem, dedicated to “Cat Ladies” (and, also, “Bat Men”) around The World! 01/12/19 – Sat.*

After a-long, fruitful-life-of-many-years, &-oh-so-many – stops-‘n’-tears,
Suddenly! out-on my “porch,” (I didn’t-even place-a-torch!)
There-are – A-LOTTA-CATS-TO-SEE, And they are meowing-a-lot – for me,
And THIS! My question: “WHY AM I, SUDDENLY-“THE-CAT-LADY? Why?”

Being-a-“cat-lady”-to-me -really-doesn’t-have-much-appeal;
I’ve-always-preferred-LAP-DOGS!-I-think-they’re-a-better-deal,
‘Cause they’re not SO-SOLO; they need more care!
And-I’m-a-CAREGIVER! I-like-white-fur-&-hair,
And POOCH-SMILES, and being-dependent-on-me,
So-I-can-kinda-control – THE-TINY-PET’S-DES-TINY!
Yet, here I AM – with CATS! – a-little-less-than-10,
And-one’s-in-The-House! The-rest-“hang”-on-The-Porch-and-when,
I open the door a bit – to let The House Cat out,
3-or-4-“go-for-the-inside!” I-don’t-know-what-that’s-about!

Anyway! So-I-contacted-a-psychic, who-channeled-BAST,
(The-Egyptian-Cat-Goddess) To-find-out-w[h]a[s]t,
The reason is that I have all these cats! And she explained – “That-that’s,
Just-what-happens – when The Universe sees,
THAT-YOU’RE-FEELING-LONELY! It-sends – kit-ties,
To present purr – fect examples, of being happy and aloof,
Of-being: self-sufficient-self-absorbed – and-to-give-any-person-PROOF,
That: CATS ARE PRETTY COOL-AND-YOU-ARE-COOL-TOO;

(1) Dogs pretty much accept everything! Cats-want SOMETHING NEW!
(2) Plus! Dogs! are awfully loyal, and-will-protect you IF they can,
Kitty-cats just run away, when they-spot-an-approaching man!
(3) Dogs can be predictable! Cats are here and there;
A dog will lie – upon your grave; a cat don’t really care!

So! These, YOUR CATS, are lessons – for you to quite decide,
IF you want a partner-or-if-you’re-OK-with-run-and-hide,
And-you-know – whichever one you choose, it is BOTH GOOD-N-BAD;
Whichever one you wanna do, will-give both JOY – and-sad,
Occasions! – as you move along, The Continuum of Existence!”
Then, again, some folks wish – to-sit-upon-“The-Pet-Fence,”
And-be-a-little-DOG-a-little-CAT, with-a-couple-friends-(NOT-a-lot),
To sometimes be friendly, social and gay – and-sometimes-hide-in-the-cot! 🙂 -meow?

fin <3

* – rhymes with CAT!!

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Going Home

Until tonight they were separate specialties,
different stories, the best of their own worst.
Riding my warm cabin home, I remember Betsy’s
laughter; she laughed as you did, Rose, at the first
story. Someday, I promised her, I’ll be someone
going somewhere and we plotted it in the humdrum
school for proper girls. The next April the plane
bucked me like a horse, my elevators turned
and fear blew down my throat, that last profane
gauge of a stomach coming up. And then returned
to land, as unlovely as any seasick sailor,
sincerely eighteen; my first story, my funny failure.
Maybe Rose, there is always another story,
better unsaid, grim or flat or predatory.
Half a mile down the lights of the in-between cities
turn up their eyes at me. And I remember Betsy’s
story, the April night of the civilian air crash
and her sudden name misspelled in the evening paper,
the interior of shock and the paper gone in the trash
ten years now. She used the return ticket I gave her.
This was the rude kill of her; two planes cracking
in mid-air over Washington, like blind birds.
And the picking up afterwards, the morticians tracking
bodies in the Potomac and piecing them like boards
to make a leg or a face. There is only her miniature
photograph left, too long now for fear to remember.
Special tonight because I made her into a story
that I grew to know and savor.
A reason to worry,
Rose, when you fix an old death like that,
and outliving the impact, to find you’ve pretended.
We bank over Boston. I am safe. I put on my hat.
I am almost someone going home. The story has ended.

(An Oath wrtitten during the Dawn Meditation)

(An Oath wrtitten during the Dawn Meditation)

Aiwaz! Confirm my troth with thee ! my will inspire
With secret sperm of subtle, free, creating Fire!
Mould thou my very flesh as Thine, renew my birth
In childhood merry as divine, enchenated earth!
Dissolve my rapture in Thine own, a sacred slaugther
Whereby to capture and atone the soul of water!
Fill thou my mind with gleaming Thought intense and rare
To One refined, outflung to naught, the Word of Air!
Most, bridal bound, my quintessentil Form thus freeing
From self, be found one Selfhood blent in Spirit Being.

Watch out for power🤔

Watch out for power,
for its avalanche can bury you,
snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain.
Watch out for hate,
it can open its mouth and you’ll fling yourself out
to eat off your leg, an instant leper.
Watch out for friends,
because when you betray them,
as you will,
they will bury their heads in the toilet
and flush themselves away.
Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth.
Watch out for games, the actor’s part,
the speech planned, known, given,
for they will give you away
and you will stand like a naked little boy,
pissing on your own child-bed.

Watch out for love
(unless it is true,
and every part of you says yes including the toes),
it will wrap you up like a mummy,
and your scream won’t be heard
and none of your running will end.

Love? Be it man. Be it woman.
It must be a wave you want to glide in on,
give your body to it, give your laugh to it,
give, when the gravelly sand takes you,
your tears to the land. To love another is something
like prayer and can’t be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

Special person,
if I were you I’d pay no attention
to admonitions from me,
made somewhat out of your words
and somewhat out of mine.
A collaboration.
I do not believe a word I have said,
except some, except I think of you like a young tree
with pasted-on leaves and know you’ll root
and the real green thing will come.

Let go. Let go.
Oh special person,
possible leaves,
this typewriter likes you on the way to them,
but wants to break crystal glasses
in celebration,
for you,
when the dark crust is thrown off
and you float all around
like a happened balloon.

If I were King of Timbuctoo, I’d think of lovely things to do. 🤗

I often wish I were a King,
And then I could do anything.

If only I were King of Spain,
I’d take my hat off in the rain.

If only I were King of France,
I wouldn’t brush my hair for aunts.

I think, if I were King of Greece,
I’d push things off the mantelpiece.

If I were King of Norroway,
I’d ask an elephant to stay.

If I were King of Babylon,
I’d leave my button gloves undone.

If I were King of Timbuctoo,
I’d think of lovely things to do.

If I were King of anything,
I’d tell the soldiers, “I’m the King!”

So IF you play, then You’re In LOVE – “LOVE-LOVE”💜

“PEOPLE IN LOVE, SWEET LOVE!” a poem a.k.a.: ” ‘JUST THE OTHER DAY, WHEN I OPENED MY BACK DOOR, YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE WHAT I SAW!’ Another Blessed JESUS, The Doorkeeper, Quotation!” January 11, 2019 (Freya’s Day) Briefly offering a soon to be censored and/or blocked acrylic painting, that I painted on the front of my sweat shirt, entitled: “Love, Love! Tennis Anyone,” of course!

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Titled “Anyone For Tennis” is now on Sale

Just the other Day, Right outside my Door,
“People” were “lined-up!” People “by the score!”
“What-ch-oo want?” said I; “We just wanna know,
If-we (pause) are-in-LOVE! Tell-us that it’s so!”
And SO I cogitated – inquired of “The Lord* –
And – Maybe (also) checked-The-Internet, where information’s-stored,
To find out what this love thing is, & How to tell if you,
Are (really) – in LOVE – Love, Sweet, Love – IS-IT-SOMETHING-that-you-do?
Is-it a way of life – Living like a wife?
And Does it SO inspire? For y’all to – Light Some Fire?
Well, Yeah! I found some “info,” but nothing de-fini-tive!
So, I pondered, yes I did: However Do You Live,
When You’re In LOVE? – Love, sweet, Love – & Then! I think I knew,
‘Cause people-in-love are always-PLAYING – that’s just what they DO!
People-in-Love, they like to PLAY – They’re: “MAKE-OUT ARTISTS,” all!
They frequent all the drive-in movies, and (they) got to “Lovers’ Fall,”
And park & sniff & scratch – each -other – in playful harmony!
So IF you play, then You’re In LOVE – “LOVE-LOVE,” for you and me!
So, I-stepped-outside, outside my door – to-announce my-dis-cover-y,
That people-in-LOVE, they’re always PLAYING – and, then, what did I see?
A LIVELY ORGY – on my lawn – It-confirmed-to-me-that-LOVE doth-Spawn,
Hosts of Lovers, dripping sweet – On-my back lawn, there’s LOTS to eat,
And Drink & Smell & Touch & Taste;
Yet-to-those-NOT-in-LOVE, ’tis-a-?
And-y’know – This-is-what-Angels-do-In-Heaven-above:
They play! They play! All day long;
They fornicate-and-sing many-a-song!
They eat one another – and laugh ’til DAWN,
And, when-The-Son-comes-up – they’re (also) (still) on my lawn,
Absorbing rays – into their skin; dreadful-“waste!”
But what is LIFE – without sweet LOVE
Preparing-for-another – “bout” of-SIN,
And, around-the-perimeter, are mean, ol’ folks,
Jeering & Judging – and-making “rude-jokes,”
BUT! ALL THE SPECTATORS ARE JEALOUS AS HELL,
And that’s-where-they-stay!! but not-very-well,
‘Cause ALL-those-observers – DO-wanna-participate,
IN The-Play-of-LOVE – THEY JUST-CAN’T-WAIT!!** 🙂 – Whoa!

fin <3

    • for those of you interested, “The Lord” is presently living in Australia, eating pizza on the beach! BUT – No, (s)he’s NOT Italian – (but – – – (s)he’s thinking about it!)

** – It’s a little-known TRICK, (pause) of “The Trade!” IF-you-want-into-The-Party, you have it made! IF you just-agree! – to-sit and-wait! So, IF-you do THAT, (pause) you’re welcome, mate! TO come right on in here, ’cause-it’s-just-about-patience! AND-willingness-to-wait-YOUR-TURN – and-about-loving-relations! <3 🙂 – Oh! OK!

When Yoga-nanda, one fine day, had – AN EPI-PHANY 🕊

“BALANCE RE-VISITED AND RE-VISITED!” a poem Friday – 11 January 2019

A guru of The FIRST CLASS will-always remind-us,
TO SPEAK REAL SWEET! -but-not-forget:-“There-is-a-time-to-CUSS!”
Yes, ACT PROFOUND (if it seems real) – then clean the bloody sewer;
Be-COCK-CER-TAIN! but-then,-my-Friend – do-not-be-all-that-sure!!
The-thing- ’bout being-HUMAN – is-your-GOOD HEART HEALTH, My Dear;
You wanna be SO VERY PROUD – but-also-RESPECT-The-Fear!

When Yoga-nanda, one fine day, had – AN EPI-PHANY,
As soon as he came down from THERE, his guru “bent his knee,”
And said: “You ARE The Greatest; the Greatest of them all,
Now sweep up this-here ashram – just drop all of your gall!
You’ve been-e-elevated – beyond The Moon and Stars,
But you-are living here, on The Earth – confined in SOLID BARS!
So, YEAH! It’s-true – You’re-OH, SO GREAT – Now, humble, Dear, Your Self!
You-ARE – The-Mightiest – of All Giants – and THE-STINKIEST Little Elf,
ALL JAMMED IN ONE CONTAINER, SEPARATE – AND FRAIL!
You are a SPIRITUAL DYNAMO! – but I’ll-(sprinkle)-SALT-UPON-YOUR-TAIL!”

For, to-be-a-BALANCED-human, The True Guru will say:
“One day you’ll per-form miracles; the next you gotta bray,
Because you are a JACK-ASS – and also quite a KING;
THEY’ll starve your “ass” in jail; then-offerings THEY’ll bring!”

And, so, my Gentle Reader(s), IF-you-find within these lines,
Of-poetry – some-wisdom (pause) and – “dressing to The Nines,”
And, then, it looks or sounds – like smut or bantering,
Look AGAIN, with fresh-eyes, FOR I AM CANTOR-ing,
Singing often to YOU, of glory and despair,
Of foulest, vile-pollution – and, then, THE SWEETEST AIR(e)!

Judge not! Judge not! STAY BALANCED! (pause) Appreciate-the-“mire,”
And THEN – RISE UNTO-HEAVEN! To-join-THE-ANGELIC-CHOIR! 🙂 – La, la, la

fin <3

Love’s Wilderness

Love’s Wilderness

We whose hearts bear the wounds of love’s defilement
Seek still that prize of our Primordial contentment

As we strive to learn the lessons within our pain
Yearning to resurrect that which has been slain

Desiring not our heart’s repair but it’s very recreation
Knowing that we forever remain Divinity’s Emanation

For we have yet to discard Heaven’s Timeless entreaty
No matter Life’s shadows we remain bathed in beauty

Awaiting reclamation our Light beckons our return
To our origin when all self-doubt we finally spurn

To once more earn the solace of spiritual stillness
And rediscover our liberation from Love’s Wilderness

🕊

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In the coming days, nothing is going to be predictable, for we live at the doorway of our future moments. Only love remains the same, and that is God within us. To not have God takes away your peace and the joy of the coming moments. Be you accepting of his love and all will flow to others who are humble before you and they also will surrender to the true love within them. For it feeds us with its peace, and joy and lifts us to a state of feelings of beauty. God is the greatest prize on earth. You may feel hard worked or ill and directed in many different ways, but allow the Holy Spirit to guide you For now Jesus stands at the door to welcome you. Love always, my dear friends. <3 <3 <3