Ideas are like Stray Cats

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Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #130

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An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come.
– Victor Hugo

 

A poet lingers with his thoughts and new ideas

like teenagers and their cigarettes

 loitering by the corner liquor store

they whisper and then scream with laughter like there is no thrill of tomorrow

relishing the adventure upon their lips

true meaning is now

moments leaping into open arms

where the deep kiss of a metaphor

is all that matters

so I explore ideas

like a lover looking for love

yet it is slippery like soap

grasping for words that could wipe away tears

or give them if the light is bright enough

but I have found

they venture closer when I am not looking

like quiet cats creeping

suddenly they are all around me

and I must decide which one to capture first.

 

The Heart is a Cat

Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 65 Hosted today by Shay, one of my favorite poets in the whole world.  

A dog, I have always said, is prose; a cat is a poem. ~Jean Burden

The soul is a dog in the garden at day

running through flowers

under the sunshine it plays

but the heart is a cat

that searches all night

like the hunter it is

catching what it can on sight

longing for something to savor and share

wanting the thrill

 and taking the dare

but both get weary

and in need of a rest

some time to spread out

like butter on bread

needing true tranquility

 in a quiet spot

sprawling on blankets

 they finally plop

Then eyes closed

The mind wanders in sleep

for the brain is a bird 
that always flies free

So sweet dreams to you

And the great dreamer you are

May your hunting bring plenty

And your dreams take you far.

The Cat's Meow

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 60 hosted by the one and only amazing Shay!

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As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat. ~Ellen Perry Berkeley

I see you have arrived at my humble abode

I hope you will slip off your shoes and take off a load

Carol my servant will greet you of course at the door

She is quite loyal and does my bidding at a meow and a roar

When you are of royalty you must keep your place

Be the one in charge and always save face

Pardon me it is time for my second afternoon nap

Carol just finished my 10^th belly rub and pat

You will not see me again for the rest of your stay

I will be busy with grooming for the remainder of the day.

I dedicate this to my wonderful Mom Carol.  She loves cats, and is a lover of all animals big and small.