Today's poet

[Hes]

One cat is too many.

I don't like cats they can't be trusted,
Send 'em to korea to be eaten with mustard,
They'll only see you when it suits their mood,
Or your the closest person who has some food.

Don't get me talking about there cleanliness,
They pretend to be clean and in a box of litter do their mess,
But the egyptians worshipped isis i hear you say,
Well lets mummify the blighters get rid of them that way.

By Matt.

ha ha...I must say I agree with you abouth the nature of cats Matt although I probably wouldn't wish them ill. Give me a dog any day of the week.

[Hes]

On the Occasion of My Lover's Celibacy
by: Chocolate Waters (1949- ) (do you think that is their real name?)

The moon is a hard white rock
disenchanting
These many months my
lover has withdrawn her
fingers rippling through my skin
like dreams her tongue like velvet
walking I am
not to take this personally I
lay next to her and
swallow the moon analytically as
she sleeps I
move next to her and am
reasonable as the stars in the sky as
she sleeps I
sink like a sunset into the horizon I
am without her loving groundless
hollow as the clouds I
fold myself into an Origami swan
floating on some other lake entirely I
will be as graceful
about this as I
can be

[stevefoster]

Cat's rule,
Dog's drule.
Obviously written by a cat
Dog is God backwards, not religous, but i'm a Mutt Man

[Nathaniel Lee]

A little something to cheer you Hes.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Your artwork is great,
And so are you.

Matt.

[Hes]

A little something to cheer you Hes.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Your artwork is great,
And so are you.

Matt.

Thanks Matt, that is really sweet of you and much appreciated.

[Hes]

This is a nice little poem and it could be written about her dog (mine was a heavy breather) .

You Breathe
by: Anna Vera Williams (1975- )

You breathe at night.
It makes me smile.
You sing to me,
And for a while,

My heart feels calm,
My feelings clear;
The world seems simple,
When you're near.

[Nathaniel Lee]

I just noticed you will become a master soon.Only 69 posts to go.

[Harry H Howgill]

On the Occasion of My Lover's Celibacy
by: Chocolate Waters (1949- ) (do you think that is their real name?)

The moon is a hard white rock
disenchanting
These many months my
lover has withdrawn her
fingers rippling through my skin
like dreams her tongue like velvet
walking I am
not to take this personally I
lay next to her and
swallow the moon analytically as
she sleeps I
move next to her and am
reasonable as the stars in the sky as
she sleeps I
sink like a sunset into the horizon I
am without her loving groundless
hollow as the clouds I
fold myself into an Origami swan
floating on some other lake entirely I
will be as graceful
about this as I
can be

What a great name. I do hope it is real. I was reading up about our pal Pablo tonight and even that was a pen name. That came as a shock for some reason.

A powerful poem. The stark image of the moon really set the tone.

[Hes]

I just noticed you will become a master soon.Only 69 posts to go.

Better make that 68....!!

[Harry H Howgill]

This is a nice little poem and it could be written about her dog (mine was a heavy breather) .

You Breathe
by: Anna Vera Williams (1975- )

You breathe at night.
It makes me smile.
You sing to me,
And for a while,

My heart feels calm,
My feelings clear;
The world seems simple,
When you're near.

That's sweet.