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The Colubriad

Close by the threshold of a door nailed fast
Three kittens sat; each kitten looked aghast;
I passing swift and inattentive by,
At the three kittens cast a careless eye,
Not much concerned to know what they did there,
Not deeming kittens worth a poet's care.
But presently a loud and furious hiss
Caused me to stop and to exclaim, 'What's this?'
When lo! upon the threshold met my view,
With head erect, and eyes of fiery hue,
A viper, long as Count de Grasse's quoue.
Forth from his head his forked tongue he throws,
Darting it full against a kitten's nose,
Who having never seen, in field or house,
The like, sat still and silent as a mouse;
Only projecting with attention due,
Her whiskered face, she asked him, 'Who are you?'
On to the hall went I, with pace not slow,
But swift as lightning, for a long Dutch hoe,
With which well armed I hastened to the spot,
To find the viper, -- but I found him not;
And turning up the leaves, and shrubs around,
Formed only, that he was not to be found.
But still the kittens, sitting as before,
Sat watching close the bottom of the door.
'I hope,' said I, 'the villain I would kill
Has slipped between the door and the door sill;
And if I make despatch and follow hard,
No doubt but I shall find him in the yard;
For long ere now it should have been rehearsed,
'Twas in the garden that I found him first.
Even there I found him, there the full-grown cat
His head, with velvet paw, did gently pat,
As curious as the kittens erst had been
To learn what this phenomenon might mean,
Filled with heroic ardour at the sight,
And fearing every moment he would bite,
And rob our household of our only cat
That was of age to combat with a rat,
With outstretched hoe I slew him at the door,
And taught him Never To Come There No More.

poem by William Cowper
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Kittens

A ray of sun strayed softly round,
For something to caress,
Until a resting place it found
Of joy and thankfulness;
'Twas Minette, our Angora cat,
With deep contented purr,
Relaxed in rapture on a mat,
Three kittens nuzzling her.

With tenderness the sunbeam kissed
her fur of silver-grey;
Her eyes held an ecstatic mist,
In boundless bliss she lay;
The sunny radiance seemed to hold
Her longer than it should,
As if it sought to shine in gold
Such mystic motherhood.

The darling kittens grew and grew;
Then one day Mother Cat,
Back from their gambolling withdrew,
And glared at them and - spat.
Aye, though they toddled after her
With playful stratagem,
Instead of soft maternal purr
She snarled and clawed at them.

And now she goes her callous way
And never gives them heed;
You barely would believe that they
Were children of her breed.
Upon the roof we see her creep
And howl with fiendish tone,
While on the hearth-rug softly sleep
Three kittens on their own.

And such is nature's way, it seems,
And maybe right at that;
So Mother, drop your foolish dreams
And emulate the Cat.
And when your offspring well are grown,
And strong and swift and tall,
Just turn them out upon their own
And let them fight - or fall.

poem by Robert William Service
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bacolod 2011 May

(at kasai's resto)

little Tina i remember
was the one affectionate
with the white
kitten
that she saves from the
window in grandma's house

i have seen compassion
in her eyes

how did she grow to be
a woman
reserved, decent
and compassionate
to the little world
where she is
in now?

her mother who has
white hairs
smiles when Tina says
that marriage
can always wait
as she has still other
things to do
with
the present kittens
at the house
of the door
of her old house

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Out Of Jail

Long before the screen door slammed, she was out of xenia
A stranger could have loved that town but she had to leave
I wish Id gotten to know her before I fell in love
I could say whos to blame, say whos the man in this cautionary tale
But I swore Id be true and Ill swear and Ill swear til kittens out of jail
It was like a tv show, the way she stole that car
Easy now to criticize, easy now to talk
I thought my luck was changing, I guess I was wrong
I could say whos to blame, say whos the man in this cautionary tale
But I swore Id be true and Ill swear and Ill swear til kittens out of jail
Didnt want to be a slave
Just turned out that way
I wish Id gotten to know her before I fell in love
I could say shes to blame, say shes the man in this cautionary tale
But I swore Id be true and Ill swear and Ill swear til kittens out of jail

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Locked

Children tattooed, pierced and studded, dreadlocked;
parents panicked, indecisive, deadlocked.

Mother to daughter: live as you must, if you must;
for just a bit longer, keep the door to your bed locked.

Son to father: teach me what you know,
but I won't agree to keep the door to my head locked.

Mother to father: where have you been, and where
have you kept your thoughts and all you might have said locked?

They'd come so far, and then she saw, in him,
the door to their life, their home, their daily bread locked.

One night in a fiery panic dream he ran
and found the door toward which he'd wildly fled locked.

Aging, but at long last ripe and ready,
she found the on-ramp to the road ahead locked.

They learned too late the cost of keeping that cellar
full of truths that could not be gainsaid locked.

The young return. Too many find the way back
to lives in the country for which they fought and bled locked.

Eric, old friend, as you try each door in the mind,
will you wake one day to find the heart instead locked?

poem by Eric Torgersen
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Kittens Got Claws

(coverdale/vandenberg)
Walking down the street
Youre the center of my universe
You got the world in your pocket,
My manhood in your purse
You aint a bad girl, honey,
No matter what the neighbours say,
Its just that you were those skin-tight dresses
With your g-string tuned to a
Sweet, sweet, child of the street
Heaven sent, youre an angel dressed in black,
Cool, stiletto strut, youre a drop jaw cardiac
Youre the genuine, feline, prettiest girl Ive ever seen,
With your thief of hearts smile
Youre a certified pleasure machine
Sweet, sweet, child of the street
Dressed to kill in diamonds and fur,
You get what you want
With your pussy cat purr
But, the kittens got claws,
Shell tear your heart out
The kittens got claws,
Shell scratch your back
The kittens got claws
Shell tease an please you
The kittens got claws,
Shes a heart attack
You treat me good,
Sometimes you treat me bad,
But, keep it up, honey,
Youre the best time Ive ever had
No matter what you put me through I must confess,
Oh, you got more style than a brand new xjs
Sweet, sweet, child of the street
Dressed to kill in diamonds and fur,
You get what you want
With your pussy cat purr
But, the kittens got claws,
Shell tear your heart out
The kittens got claws,
Shell scratch your back
The kittens got claws,
Shell tease an please you
The kittens got claws,
Shes a heart attack...
Walking down the street
Youre the center of my universe
You got the world in your pocket,
My manhood in your purse
I know you aint a bad girl, honey,
No matter what the neighbours say,
Its just that you were those skin-tight dresses
With your g-string tuned to a
Sweet, sweet, child of the street
Dressed to kill in diamonds and fur,
You get what you want
With your pussy cat purr
But, the kittens got claws,
Shell tear your heart out
The kittens got claws,
Shell scratch your back
The kittens got claws,
Shell tease an please you
The kittens got claws,
Shell blow your stack
The kittens got claws,
Shell tear your heart out
The kittens got claws,
Shell scratch your back
The kittens got claws,
Shell tease an please you
The kittens got claws,
Shes a heart attack...
You scratch my back, baby,
An Ill scratch yours...

song performed by by Whitesnake
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Kitten Intro

Theres something coming. theres a new car on the horizon. its coming very slowly. it makes a noise. it has kittens painted all over it. with a new kind of fur. cleaner, but with a unique smel
T, one of these kittens is not prepared to have a good time. it stands alone. away from the crowd. its your kind of kitten. now the time has come to climb into that car and to shake the paw of
Ny.
No... no... they might be giants are not satanists. they are not posing as an easy-listening nazi rock band trying to lure intellectuals into believing what they already know to be true. no. lis
O the sound of my voice. put away your big blue cigars. and make way... yes, make way, ladies and gentlemen... for they might be giants!

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The Cat Lies Dreaming

Kitten prances through the house
Triumphantly killing catnip mouse
The young cat moves with queenly grace
A serene expression on her face
Middle aged cat watches kittens play
Recalling how she was that way
Old cat now sleeping in the sun
She takes her days one by one
Dreaming once again a kitten be
Wish dish of milk oh so yummy
Remembering how she'd run and play
With out a care and perhaps all day
Hands to cuddle hands to feed
Hands to meet her every need

11/01/08

poem by Mary Ryan
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Long Flowing Robe

Cruising makes some people get uptight
But nothing beats a lonely friday night
Friday night, nothing much to do but hang around
Think I might just grab myself a cab and head downtown
And for hours, I hang around the dance hall crowd
I feel like a boor
But then I turned around and cast my eyes to the door
In a long flowing robe
She appeared at the ballroom door
I was hard-pressed to know
What I hoped she was looking for
Coming on at first may not seem right
But nothing beats a lover at first sight
What a sight, nothing can compare with simple grace
Its all right, I see it in the look upon her face
That she wants me the same way that Im wanting her
In fact maybe more
But as I take her hand
She turns and heads for the door
In a long flowing robe
She took off through the ballroom door
I was hard-pressed to know
What did she go and do that for
Friday night, nothing left to do but go to bed
Sleeping tight, when something stirring deep inside my head
Said wake up and cast your eyes to the door.
In a long flowing robe
She appeared at the bedroom door
I was hard-pressed to know
What I knew she was looking for

song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Try To Believe

Well I wish real hard when I close my eyes
If I could change the world--would I even try
If I found a reason to regain my pride
Oh if I try to believe--try to believe
Chorus
Its so hard to find an answer
Its so hard to stand alone
Its so hard to find a feeling
That was buried long ago
Its so hard to trust another
When its easier to hide
Its so hard to believe
Unless we try baby try
If I had a dream and it got away
If I found the words would I know what to say
If I had a chance to be someone else
Yeah if I try to believe, try to believe
Chorus
If I found a door Ive never been through
Would I have the courage to go in without you
(try to believe)
And if time runs short would I recognize
The things I couldnt see
If I try to believe--try to believe
If we listen to the voices that were silent for so long
If you thought they went away, well you couldnt be more wrong
If I tell you there is something that weve lost but can retrieve
If I tell you there is hope, if we try to believe
You remember theres a dream that we long since put aside
With the toys that we discarded
And the tears we never cried
We could have had it once again, if we try baby try

song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Hen laid eggs

Hen laid an eggs, between legs two,
No small, no big but not in zoo,
Ran after those who made slight dig,
Dog, cat and crow planned very big,
Hen laid eggs……

Hen becomes heroin when find egg,
With big noise run after with one leg,
Even scare pig and allow near no body,
How to protect eggs that is only worry?
Hen laid eggs……

Make no fun when she may have kitten,
Beautiful scene seen when run in garden,
Children love to see and catch with fun,
Prefer little kitten and make gentle run,
Hen laid eggs……

Small kids ask, what will be her task?
How to protect them, by putting a mask?
Often they look at them and draw on page,
night take them all to stay in simple cage,
hen laid eggs……

Papa and mummy, where from kittens came?
Who laid an eggs and how she played game?
Simply they observe and ask funny questions
Why kitten become cock and not small hen?
Hen laid eggs....

What a lovely fun? I couldn’t answer one?
It was more confusing than work undone?
Answered few more questions but not in full,
Avoided by telling you may get it from school
Hen laid eggs.....

How to answer questions? When faced many?
Simple they may look but nature seems funny,
better not answer question any more,
It may not be ending but more and feel bore,
Hen laid eggs......

It is not the hen but cock steals show,
People get irritation when shouts crow,
Kittens and children happy and steadily grow,
Cock serve as alarm when mighty voice blow
Hen laid eggs......

Cocks find preference and first depart,
When runs after hen even looks smart,
Hen not resist when cock’s teasing start,
But end days near when both ways part,
Hen laid eggs......

Story may be funny and more amusing,
Cock and hen story more interest arousing,
Their fight may be limited only for refusing,
Alas! We could learn more and stop abusing,
Hen laid eggs......

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Live Kitty and a Puppy Atop a T.V.!

A live kitty
And a live puppy
Atop a TV!

I placed a kitty;
Also a puppy,
Atop a TV
Box – my ditty!

But there wasn’t much place;
They could not fit the base;
Each had a lovely face;
My eyes began to gaze!

The kitty girl was smart,
And sat as if by art;
The puppy boy was small
And slept until my call!

Cute little animals
Looking so lovely;
To make them sit there,
Wasn’t that easy!

I coaxed them to do it;
When one sat, the other stood;
Both had to pose,
For my photo, close.

The kitty mewed;
The puppy whined;
They never liked
The narrow place!

The kitty black
Sat with duck-back!
For puppy slack,
I knew not the knack

The light was dull;
Shadows were full;
But both were still,
After some drill.

At last, I clicked a photograph!
It came out well after all;
It wasn’t so clear;
Behind, there was the wall!

And this was done
When I was a boy;
How well they adjust,
Animals, when young!

Like puppies and kittens,
Children too are so innocent;
They do not carry ill-will;
Love looking o’er the window-sill.

The kitty and the puppy
Remained very happy;
They licked the milk together,
From the same container!

They chased each other, playing;
And sometimes even biting;
The kitten mewed and snarled;
The pup would bark and bite.

Young children too are like-wise;
To talk with, they are nice;
They love to eat and play;
From dawn to dusk, throughout the day.

They fight over little things;
Unlike adult earthlings
Forgiving others soon;
Admire the Moon!

And children love small kittens,
And caress them with love;
And like to wear mittens,
Or keep warm ’fore the stove.

And children love small puppies,
And play with them for long;
And tease them to have fun,
And make them to even run.

Alas! Adults are different;
They fight for everything;
They will not forgive others,
Nor forgive their brothers.

poem by John Celes
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First 4 Stanzas of MY VERSION of 'The Raven' by E. A. Poe

Once upon a bright spring morning, while I pondered about the heat,
Over many a splendid and soothing volume of forgotten sound,
While I nodded, nearly speechless, suddenly there came a knocking.
As of someone gently tapping, tapping at my house all around.
' 'Tis some visitor, ' I whispered, 'tapping at my house all around-
Only this, 'twas all I found.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the sparkling April,
And each separate blooming flower circled the room round.
Eagerly, I wished for more- I had to try to find
A dog of some sort that could hunt- maybe something like a hound-
For the rare and radiant maiden so she could have a hound-
Nothing else that I had found.

And the vibrant, vibrating uncertain rustling of each blue curtain
Thrilled me-filled me with fantastic elation never felt before;
So that now, to still the fast beats of my heart, I stood saying
' 'Tis some visitor trying to come in at my door weighing a pound-
Some late visitor trying to come on at my door weighing a pound-
This it is, it was all I found.'

Presently my soul grew in strength; hesitating for a short time,
'Sir, ' said I, 'or Madam, truly you have great reason for being profound;
But the fact that you are here, and so gently you came knocking
And so faintly did I hear you, tapping at my house all around.
That I knew you would be here' - here I opened the door weighing a pound-
An angel there, with beautiful seraph sound.

poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Calling All

when i arose
like a plot twist in prose
i found my head in a box
with jagged rocks and those
cuts ran as rivers.

yet i didnt care to find the key
i hadnt known if there was a key
to unlock the door at the end
of the hallway
and there was no way out.

hope,
like string, was neither thick
enough nor long enough
to decorate my neck
in the void of space.

eyes bled as i looked upon the
sun
who's face looked upon me,
i failed him, and he wasnt about
to bail me out again.

and again
i rest my case-head on the chopping block, the breath
i taste, is not my own but those
chopped before.

in a world where pennies are scraped from our fabricated pockets to bury the dead, and they are young.

poem by Malcolm McGill
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Golden Goose

If you know how to catch a mouse
The world will beat a pathway to your door
But since the first ones found our house
I can appreciate the saying more
I dont know
What they expect to find
I dont know
I cant make up my mind
They say hes got a special gift
But I dont envy him at all
They started camping in the yard
Theyve got their ears pressed up against the wall
I dont know
How long can this go on
I dont know
How did it last this long
Everybody wants an egg from the golden goose
But no one cares if theyre the one
Who kills the golden goose
Everybody wants an egg from the golden goose
I wonder just how many eggs are in the golden goose?
A paparazzis at the door
He says hes here from people magazine
And theres some lady on the phone
Wants him to advertise designer jeans

song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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One God shining in a miillion ways

they say god is one
and he is everywhere

he found him in his kitchen
and calls him his Kitchen God
praying to him night and day
for enough food on his table

some found him in the field
and call him their rice god
praying to him every season
to be blessed with food for the family

some women found him at the door
and call him their door god
praying to him each morning
for safety of the house

some found him in the mountain
and call him the mountain god
praying to him day and night
to bless their ancestors' spirits
they think dwell with Him there

another found him at sea
and call him the sea god
praying to him day and night
so that he could catch enough
of fishes to make his day

each of us looks and finds god
in some ways, calling him
our own god, in our own way
- the god that answers every
earnest call for his blessings
at the door, in the field, at sea
.....everywhere....

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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What is life? Let us talk about it

ok, let us talk about life

my cat Kuting has just given birth
to three kittens
she must have loved their fathers
too much
three for i love you

the bitch in the house is pregnant again
we are sad
she is having a relationship with a native
dog
the one that takes trash for breakfast
no definite master
and house
a vagabond
she loves

i think and that is what we too believe
a cat has nine lives
and with her three kittens she gets
an extended twenty-seven lives

wow, that is amazing
cats indeed know how to live a longer time
than us
people who is into
birth controls

life is an early morning tea
a view from the veranda to the sea
a sunrise
a run to take the dip of the salt of the sea
closing your eyes
and see everything that this world is offering

life is a march of the ants
keeping an empire stable
feeding the queen
to ensure a birth of a hundred or more
soldiers

life is what we are here for
who thinks about death tomorrow? Nobody.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Don't Listen

Don’t listen to him,
Gran said,
indicating
with a nod

of her head,
to Granddad
in the other room,
sitting by the fire

with his loose clothes
holding in bones.
You stood by the door,
peeping through

the thin crack
between door
and frame,
your young eyes

like a hawk’s,
catching the view:
Granddad lighting up
a cigarette,

to set him off
on the cough
and spit and phlegm,
and Gran’s hazel eyes

lighting up with anger
and her tongue
like a viper’s
ready to condemn.

poem by Terry Collett
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Surprise Before Christmas

was a couple of days before Christmas
And all through our house
Wrapping supplies were still scattered
When my wife first saw the mouse

I was dozing watching TV
When I hear her query
'What's that running across the floor? '
Her eyes showing signs of fear and fury

Then I saw it too and hoped it was
Heading out on his way back
It was a mouse for sure
Fury light brown with eyes coal black

I jumped to my feet
To see what to do
Could I be fast enough to catch him
Or just hit him with my shoe

I scared him all right
He again ran across the floor
Hid behind our presents
Instead of going out the door

Help was on the way
My son handed my a broom
My wife standing in her chair
Watching from the other room

Our daughter on her cell phone
Also seemed full of fright
I heard her asking a friend
If she could go there to spend the night

Then the mouse was gone
Fast as a shot
At least that's what I told my wife
I showed her the spot

'See the bottom of the new door
where the the rug used to be
That's where he went out.'
Sounded convincing to me

She made me check all the rooms
Even close up the chimney flue blockikng any crack
I thought better and didn't ask
How Santa was going to get in with his sack

Finally she went to bed
I was soon to follow
I'm sure she knew my promise of
'No mouse for Christmas.' was hollow

poem by Tom J. Mariani
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But There Is A Wall...

I know how to go there
But there is a wall ahead.
A wall of height and might.
How shall I go there?

I know how to make a door
To make me go there
A door of width and length.
How shall I close it after I go?

I know how to close my door
To stop others from following me
For they must`nt be where I am to be.
How will all judge my gains otherwise?

I know there is a wall
Which has to be built over and over
Even over the door I make.
How will others follow me suit then?

I will reach there first
And none else will reach there next.
I shall have a wall rebuilt for ever
Once a door is made for me....

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Introduced to Claim

I remember first noticing,
The mysteriousness...
Of a flower blooming.
The whiskers on kittens.
And a puppy's wagging tail.

I remember wondering,
How God made thunder!
Who and what was crying when it rained?
And when the Sun appeared,
A rainbow came with vivid colors I could name.

I remember walking near a pond,
And watching a frog hop out.
I then became quite curious.
Since I was told,
Only in ponds ducks swam about.

And as I grew older,
I loved to be among the trees.
When the seasons for me began to change,
In New England...
I thought as a child,
Mother Nature was doing this just for me.