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HAVEN IN THE SKY.

There is a place i long to be
When trouble heaps itself on me
And noises of the human kind
Invade the space within my mind.

To the attic to my other world
where i can sit and dream
Beneath a tiny window
That lets in the sunlight's beam.

The spider webs are many
Threaded like old lace
Hanging from the old oak beams
That keep the roof in place.

There are boxes full of yesterday
Stacked against the wall
An old stuffed owl cased in glass
Mute to another's call.

And the warmth of the sun and the silence
Apart from the seabird's cry
Fills me with tranquillity
In this haven in the sky.

No-one knows i come here
I haven't told a soul
I'ts my very own sanctuary
Where my thoughts always reach their goal.

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Hope you like it .....Cat:)
 
Tranquil

Yes Cat :) i do like it,,,

Very tranquil yet deep & "inner" You,,,
Very thoughtfully & nicely done,, Cheers m8 John Y
 
Thank you John

Thank you John, you are very kind.............Cat:)
 
DENTAL CHECK


He looked and smiled into my mouth
Then stretched it from both north and south
Like Captain blood he took his hook
And in my mouth he took a look

Do not worry it will not hurt
Those four words made me alert
For i myself felt very small
He was large and very tall

Around my mouth he went with ease
Turned on his drill just to tease
My heart at that point fled away
Does she pay i heard him say

Not much for me to do today
A spit and polish shall we say
Just to keep the plaque at bay
Not to worry there's no decay

My legs like jelly tried to stand
The nurse gave me a gentle hand
Then to my senses i was found
This check had cost me sixty pound.


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Cat:)
 
The place where we hate going.

:cry: Mine is to the vets. My vet is lovely and so was the one who retired two years ago. I took Gizi my cat to see the latter and she had a heart attack on the table while being examined. We took her home where she died the next day. Looking back I am glad it was like that as her blood tests showed she had many horrible things wrong with her. Mind you she was 18. :crying: TTFN. Jean.
 
Kat the Cat

KAT LIVE SWITH ME
SHE'S GOT THICK BLACK HAIR
HUGE EYES OF GREEN
THAT WATCH AND STARE

HER LEGS ARE LONG
HER LEGS ARE SLIM
SHE WEARS WHITE SOCKS
AND A SURLY GRIN

SHE LAZES MOST DAYS
ON HER VELVET PUFF
LIKES TO BE TICKLED
UNTIL SHE'S HAD ENOUGH

SHE WEARS A POUT
WHEN SHE GOES OUT
SHE HAS NO DOUBT
SHE HAS LOTS OF CLOUT

HER CLOTHES ARE CHIC
SHE'S DRESSED TO KILL
TILTS HER HEAD
TAKES IN HER FILL

SHE ARCHES HER BACK
AND FLICKS HER TAIL
GOES OUT AT NIGHT
LOOKING FOR A MALE

BUT IN THE MORNING
WHEN THE SUN COMES UP
I FIND HER ASLEEP
IN A BALL OF FLUFF.

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I liked both very much, thanks Cat..a lady of many talents..
Have you ever thought of modelling Nurses uniforms?;)
 
Thank you Both for your comments, Kandor depends how much they will pay me.:D...Cat:)
 
LOITERING ON THE EDGE

Doubful the prospects of success
I loiter on the edge of this abyss
Fortune passed me by full sail ahead
Weary, Weary I, where is my bed
In my dreams
I am master of my own destiny
to pick and choose
Who i should want to be
But nightmare as unreal as he may be
Covers me with his shadow
And will not let me see
But i am not and will not be lost
Empty maybe
Apart from my soul that lives within
And my spirit of adventure that cries out
Begin, begin
And so as i look down upon my moving feet
I see a clearer path that calls, 'move on,
Do not retreat'
With the abyss in the distance, gone
The will i find to carry on

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MY SOLDIER BOY

ON MY FOREHEAD HE PLACED A KISS
IT WAS A KISS THAT I WOULD MISS
HE LOOSENED MY HAND
HE TURNED, HE FROWNED
AND PICKED HIS GUN UP FROM THE GROUND
AND WALKED AWAY WITHOUT A SOUND
OFF TO HIS DUTY, WAR-WARDS BOUND.
I WATCHED UNTIL HE WAS NO MORE
FELT THE PARTING TO THE CORE
AS MY TEARS BEGAN TO POUR
I TUGGED MY SLEEVE INTIL IT TORE.
NO WORDS DID PASS FROM HIM TO ME
HIS LIPS WERE SEALED, THEY HAD TO BE
AND I WAS LEFT IN PURGATORY
WONDERING WOULD AGAIN I SEE.
HE WAS A MAN, BUT ONCE A BOY
BUT ALWAYS A BOY IN A MOTHER'S EYE
TIME WAS CRUEL AND SLOWLY SPENT
WELL-WISHERS CALLED WITH GOOD INTENT.
THEN I HEARD THIS WONDEROUS SOUND
APPROACHING BOOTS ON GRAVELLED GROUND
AND ON MY FOREHEAD HE PLACED A KISS
IT WAS A KISS THAT I HAD MISSED.

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Nicely done Cat:) Soldiering on to a Happy ending :)This one of the "Few".
Its good to remember & know the kissing , reminiscing of the "others" still missing ,, JohnY:cool:
 
Thank you Beryl,
I must add it was not my son that brought this poem about but my friends, her son had asked me to make an excuse to come round to his mothers on the morning that he left for war (i am sure you can understand why) and i was there when he returned...Cat
 
It is not important Cat that it wasn't your own son - the way the poem came about - The fact is that it represents how most mothers feel about their sons. .
 
COMPUTERISED


On small flat metal discs we lie
Free to those that have a prying eye
Micri chip, Micro dot, Micro Fi
No longer science fiction you and i
We have been programmed and stored
Filed and bottom drawered
Age, health, breeding, ability of mind
Size, sort, variety, colour and kind
Drinkers, smokers, workers, loafers
Sweepers,reapers, brothel keepers
Riders, runners, army gunners
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers
Aunts and uncles and the others
You cannot hide, they will discover
Even if you take a lover
And if you should fall from grace
A coded dot will sit in place
You can no longer run or hide
Your innocence will be denied
One finger pressed upon a key
Enables one to seek and see
Transported all across the world
Your private life can be unfurled
No more white lies for you to tell
The disc has damned us all to hell
So i welcome men of wit
Who create those bugs to fit
The infernal machine of our today
That steals our our private lives away.

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Autumn

The apples fall and leaves like winter snow
Gently float down to earth and disappear
Where do they go.
This is the time of rest
For animal and winter guests
A time for flora and fauna to withdraw
Making ready for the hoar
Nuts and berries taken off and hid
And rose heads from the stem got rid
Summer breezes change their temper
Always do in Mid November
And we whomever we may be
Put on the fleece and sock up to the knee
Show our colours to the wintry sky
Look at me i hear us cry
Our heads put on all shapes and sizes
Some put on for disguises
Some to keep the hair in place
What a strange human race
Scarves gloves muffs boots
Then the fog horn toot toot toots
How the Autumn fills my heart with joy
Summers not for me no matter how hard i try
But wind and lashing rain
That fills my pulsing vien
And chills my blood to stone.

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Lovely Cat, this time of the year is certainly not without its charms and your poem points some of them out to us.:thumbsup:

Graham.
 
Wonderfully expressive words Cat - thank you for sharing your poetic thoughts with us. Beautiful....:) keith
 
hi cat loveley words, would you mind if i run one of mine past you, as i always say my poems are how i felt at the time they happened and believe me they still cause a flutter in my heart now thank you

our son

a baby came into our life
not so many years nigh
he made us proud my wife and i
as he grew into a boy

adolecence came ,a youth now stood
before us tall,unbowed
my eyes misted over. my heart felt good
"you`ll break someones heart someday" the thoughts came out aloud

now the time is coming
for him to fly the nest
we taught him all he needs to know
we could only do our best

he went and asked a loveley girl
to share the rest of his days,
but my mind was thrown into a whirl
as those words came through the haze


the mist rolled back, i heard a vouce say
"you`ll break someone`s heart someday"
i could`nt forget them try as i might because the broken heart belongs to me
 
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