One Day in December

Winter! Bah! Humbug!
Don’t ski. Hate the cold and gray.
Bring back hot summer!

Watching through windows
Snow falling, blanketing all,
Glad I am inside!

The storm has ended
Brilliant sunshine reflecting
Off pristine white snow

Young neighbors are best
Lend him our snow plow, sit back
Watch the sidewalk clear!

North’s winter solstice
Ends the lengthening darkness
Brings promise of light

Only four more days
Until sunshine starts to grow
More light, warmth, flowers!

Cat Birthday Haikus

cat poem birthday card

Today is my son’s birthday. As you can see by the picture above, I found a card that I thought was perfect for him. Although he is far from our home these days, and far from his/our cats, his love for them is strong. They love him too, assuredly, that is, as much as cats love people. He does soooooo much for them when he is here. He cuddles them, he plays with them, he finds new toys for them. He will even feed them and clean their litter box if need be (meaning I ask for help *grin*). I thought it would be considerate if they wished him a happy birthday. I offered to help them write a birthday haiku for him. I thought something like this might be appropriate:

Kind hands stroking fur,
Dangling string toys, scritching ears,
We love when you’re here.

When I proposed a poetry writing session to the kitties, I was greeted with scorn or indifference. GC, who considers my son “her boy” (as opposed to his considering her ‘his cat’) suggested this instead.

Feed me feed me FOOD!
More food NOW! poop sleep pee sleep.
Feed me feed me FOOD!

Do I look like I am in the mood to write poems?

WC is nowhere near as interested in food as GC. WC believes in TIMING, not quantity. She starts the meowing for her dinner sometime after 3:30 pm and will continue until she receives food. At which point she will eat 3 bites, maybe, and then walk away. She spends most of her day in her bed. The exceptions to that are when she’s puking or using the litter box. Somehow I have an unerring knack of walking past that room while she is in the litter box. Why can’t mother cats teach their babies to puke in the litter box?? That would save me SO much cleanup. Anyway, once I finally roused her to creativity, here is what she had to say.

MeNOW! MeNOW! Food!
ick. disdain. sleep. nibble. puke.
MeOW. Just because.

Too much creativity exhausts me.

BC – *smiling* – yes, it’s true, I’m extremely partial to BC these days. She knows it, too. The other 2 have me hopping and jumping and dancing attendance on them from the time I wake up til the time I go to bed. GC really does spend the most time with my son when he is home, but BC is a close second. They both (my son and BC) like playing games. Once she remembers that he is “safe” she’s very happy to hang about. Poetry is not her main talent, however, nor is paying attention, but she tried.

Do you belong here?
Oh right. You. Amuse me now!
Red laser dot game?

Look how cute my belly is! What’s a poem?

Sometimes you are better off having a blank card than a poem from your cat. *grin*

The House of the Dripping Phlegm

With most sincere apologies to The Animals

There is a house in New Jersey
They call The Dripping Phlegm
And it’s been the sorrow of many a soul
Now count me one of them

My sinuses once worked quite well
I breathed both in and out
I talked, I laughed, I inhaled smells
I even walked about

Now the only thing a cougher needs
Are drops and pills and sprays
I inhale steam in my hot tub
It’s been this way for days

Oh mother tell your children
not to do what I have done
But stay away from germ-y friends
Go to a beach with sun

Got one foot in the front hall
The other’s out the door
Searching for the miracle cure
They claim it’s at the store

Well there is a house in New Jersey
They call The Dripping Phlegm
It’s been the sorrow of many a poor soul
Now count me one of them

dirty tissues

Look into my eyes and say that

It’s community
that harnesses our passions
so we are civil.

This isn’t one of my better efforts, I know. It’s just that I’ve been contrasting my atomic life to my digital life. I’ve spent the last few days deeply immersed in my atomic family and community. I was reminded again that how the people I love can drive me crazy and I love love love them anyway. 🙂

I had a lovely holiday lunch where the talk covered topics dear to our hearts. We were passionate in our beliefs, our opinions, our statements. But even when we disagreed, we always looked at the others and pulled back from stepping over the line from that one final, killing, unforgivable remark. That doesn’t seem to happen much when people post to the internet. Certainly it doesn’t seem to happen much when the SL bloggers/plurkers/tweeters start ranting. I appreciate the internet. I value the ability to interact with the world. We are all aware of the vast good of a linked-in, linked-up network. But…… allow me to shed a quiet tear for the complete lack of civility. A tear for the hatred, cruelty, viciousness. I am not saying we must all agree. I am not saying not to protest, not to stand up for your beliefs, not to be passionate. The world NEEDS that commitment.

But look right into my eyes, SEE ME, and then, if you can, spew your hatred.

Weekend Dayenu

It would help to know the song “Dayenu” if you want to read this post. *grin* And yes, I know that traditionally each verse of Dayenu is praise for the good thing that happened, not saying what SHOULD have happened, but hey, poetic license. I started and ended properly. For those of you who do NOT know Dayenu, but would like to hear a decent version of it (I cannot believe how many youTube versions there are of which I do NOT approve), I found this one: passover Dayenu I don’t know who they are, but basically they sing it the way *I* do – only the first 3 (of innumerable) verses and they sing it peppy. We do it fast and loud. *grin* So, here while we are still a good 6 months away from the REAL Dayenu, I give you Ahuva’s Weekend Dayenu:

If I’d only broke my diet,
ate bad foods, sat nice and quiet,
If I’d only broke my diet,

daih, dayenu
daih, dayenu
daih, dayenu
dayenu, dayenu!

If I’d only danced and partied
Danced with Sam and waved to Charlie (names changed to protect the innocent… guilty? *grin)
If I’d only dance and partied
Dayenu! (chorus)

If I’d only not slept badly,
tossed and turned, no resting gladly,
if I’d only not slept badly,
Dayenu! (chorus)

If I’d only packed much earlier
not waked up so rushed and surlier
If I’d only packed much earlier
Dayenu! (chorus)

If the van were built much smaller
meant for me not one much taller
If the van were built much smaller
Dayenu! (chorus)

If the weather had been sunny
Lots of music, fast and funny
If the weather had been sunny
Dayenu! (chorus)

If furniture could move by itself
bed, and chair and even bookshelf
If furniture could move by itself
Dayenu! (chorus)

If I’d brought all the stuff with me
not shopped at stuff-store and grocery
If I’d brought all the stuff with me
Dayenu! (chorus)

If I weren’t so compulsive
Had to do all that I could give
If I weren’t so compulsive
Dayenu! (chorus)

Thank Days Inn for clean hotel room
hot shower complete with shampoo
bed at 10, 4 up again
Dayenu! (chorus)

Interstate was dry and empty
me and trucks flew low, so tempting
made it home by rental deadline
Dayenu! (chorus)

Dropped off van, took dip in hot tub
what I needed was a back rub
went to sleep, woke, felt much better
DAYENU! (chorus)