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What’s in a cage,
and what is a cage?
Are we trapped in a net,
or free?
Are we birds in cages
or enclosed by space?
How big is your cage?
Can you walk across a room?
Are their bars on your window?
Is there no way out.
No bus,
no car?
Are you stuck in your mind?
Many cages exist,
some are visible,
some are in your mind…
You light up my life,
Like a street lamp showing the way
That’s a bit glitchy
So sometimes you flicker…
Like a candle,
That gutters and flutters,
Like a bonfire,
Who’s sparks can cause explosions
Like the Sun
Which can be hidden by clouds.
But you give more light than dark,
For which I’m grateful.
Music plays loud
Cool for cats, by Squeeze,
Atomic by Blondie
Hot Chocolate,
The Bee Gees
These are my era
Not house music
Or trance.
Stuck in the seventies,
Disco inferno,
Time goes by.
But my mind does nor rave,
Or throb to a heavy beat.
It dances and sparkles
Shimmers and grates.
Disco is in me.
The cats can sleep
Why can’t I?
Aches and pains
Husbands feet
Went to bed
Just two hours sleep!
Up with the lark?
No, awake with the bat
I’m so tired
But I don’t know what?
Where is sleep,
The arms of morpheous,
To rest a whole night
Would be glorious!
Just drank some cocoa,
More in hope
Than expectation
Of getting a few hours
Sleep
Zzzeds are needed
Tiredness exceeded
Brains a whir
Dreams
Occur….
Dawn chorus
Now I hear it stir,
Birdsong!
Liquid, mellifluous….
Earplugs
I have none
Social Medusa,
your tangled locks draw me in,
tugging my eyes to my phone,
turning me to stone.
Social Medusa,
release me soon,
I need to eat,
sleep, rest from your steely stare.
Social Medusa
rigid in your bright light
hand glued to device,
fingers poised,
eyes fixed,
ears closed to the world.
Draw something cheerful?
The challenger challenged,
so I coloured in a Robin
as something to do.
Red of breast, brown of back
white underbelly,
bright eyed beauty,
feathers fluffed up,
keeping warm on the page,
a ruffled bird
singer of songs,
find your nest,
for spring will come.
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Cat painting, a small little picture I did a couple of years ago.
Little cat,
Slightly stern,
Not too grumpy,
Staring out.
Where are you from?
Who is your friend?
Tiny cat,
Playful Tiger,
Bright and clever,
Looking out,
Green eyed
Neat.
Taking photos of your cat?
Be sure to be quick
Or they will move…
Fast, blurred, speedy, slick..
But if you set your shutter speed to fast,
You might catch them
In the
Act!
I warn you,
I have my claws ready!
Waiting to grab you
If you dare
Tickle my tummy,
Beware
This cat has claws
And he’s ready to use them!
Day twenty three of the 64 million artists January challenge. I wrote this…
Day 23, I can’t find the actual challenge, but I think it is to write a poem to support nature and say what superpower you would have.
My super power would be to turn hunters guns into flowers so they can’t kill majestic animals like Lions and Rhino’s and Elephants.
If you shoot at Rhino,
Elephant, or Giraffe,
I will turn your gun into
A flower for a laugh.
You won’t be able to kill,
Despite your evil will.
And with rifle now a rose
A Tiger might bite your nose!
Leave the scarce alone,
Don’t bother to wail and moan,
Elephant want to roam,
Panthers need a home.
No more evil deeds,
Turning guns into seeds!
Mallaband-Brown