~ Them There Cats ~ a.k.a. moggies

 

Big or small

Runt or tall,

Most are homey

And all purr,

How cats tell

Life’s a ball,

Quick to split

When put off,

They do spit

But won’t talk…

 

Always fussy

Often bossy,

Get their way

Else are pouty…

 

Stuck up moggies

None seen smile,

Quietly devious

And oh so agile,

But will connive

To stay alive,

As them there cats!

 

2012 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 2,400 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 4 years to get that many views.

 

“ Body Heat ” ~ perpetuates ~

 

Easily they move

Despite the heat,

Yet mindful cool

Of body bare,

In errant dual

Fixed in a snare

On silken sheets,

Perpetuate

More hungrily

Nearing the peak,

Of paroxysm state

In soaring flight,

Now can but taste

Rapture’s delight,

In ultimate body heat!

                                                                           a celebration of life

 

“ Uneasy Tolerance ” ~ of apotheosis ~

 

You eagerly listen                                                 

To words aimed true,

And without doubt

Of integrity,

You can but hear

A voice at odds,                                                        

With opinion other

Than its apotheosis,

Evoking ambiguity

Adversely indecorous,

For so expressed

Oozes unfair

Lulling unwittingly

Uneasy tolerance…

 

Devoid of empathy

Words imparted

Be cause to reason

Narrative wanting,

As thus implies

Delusive motive

Of such invention,

Seeks to disguise

The malfeasance

That be the cause,                             

Of uneasy tolerance!

 

“ A Last Hurrah ” ~ alas too soon ~

 

I’ve howled hurrahs

For varied causes,

Tho at times admit

Of dubious sauces,

When in my youth

I took few pauses

Before I jumped,

To lofty reasons

Short on seasoned,

Most hardly worth

A laudable hurrah…

 

Though on occasion

Did youth follies

Incite horrahs,

Wisdom did suffer

Urge such jollies

Of youth’s ways,

The while inspired

By its short stays,

Alas our desires,

Saw a last hurrah

Find its merry way!

 

“ A Story Of Would ” ~ tired of good ~

 

A story of would

Speaks of a soul,

Said to be whole

Soon tired of good,

So mused he could

Choose to beguile,

Until he’d succeed

To cough up the child,

Who’d fashion seed

Ought turn the tide,

To that satanish spell

Where he might ride

The good’s other side,

So ye cads listen well

To Beelzebub tell

This tale of a ride,

For be damnably wild,

Sure to finish in hell!