Writers Society Poems
by Mewsette
January:
Winter is White
Winter is cold and grey, some say,
And not a distinct delight.
I would have agreed with that today,
Except for what came last night.
Snow! and the world is sparkley white!
Snow covers up the grey.
Beautiful snow, so new and bright
Makes my heart want to play!
You can have Spring when green is seen,
And Summer when sun is hot,
And even the Fall, the best of all;
I'm happy with what I've got!
A Winter of discontent is spent
By many who never see
The shining white, the beautiful sight,
This Winter of snow for me!
February
How Cats Are Best
Cats are the best at so many things,
I can hardly make up my mind.
We give our humans headbonks and purr,
"Relax. Unwind."
We are the best at rodent patrol,
We're the loveliest thing in your lap.
We're the worldwide champs of this I know:
Of course. The nap.
We have matchless grace, superior poise,
Our instincts serve us well,
And all can see wisdom in our ways.
They show. They tell.
That's only a few ways we are best,
But the main one I'm thinking of -
What can cats do the best of all?
We love. We love.
June
Mama's Chair
My mama had an old wood chair,
Right in the corner over there;
Both Mama and the chair were very old.
It had soft pads, both on the seat
And on the back to hold the heat,
So in that chair, my mama wasn't cold.
My mama left me one spring day;
I knew she'd have to go away,
And how that empty chair would hurt my heart.
I felt so lonely, felt bereft,
When just that empty chair was left,
And my whole world was broken all apart.
So I go near, and here I sit,
Her form - do I imagine it?
Is outlined in the seat where she had lain.
And I remember loving purrs,
I hear them! are they mine or hers?
I feel a presence that I can't explain.
Now anyone can plainly see
My mama left her chair to me,
Because I was her daughter and she knew
That any place she'd been so long,
I'd feel her presence, soft and strong,
But if that chair was empty, I was, too.
So I got up into her chair,
And peace descended on me there,
As if her spirit waited for my touch,
Blessing, watching, loving me,
For I have grown old too, you see,
I needed Mama's comfort very much.
Let no one say it isn't real,
The fluttering of wings I feel,
The old familiar aura warms me so.
Me or Mama, who is there,
All comfy in my mama's chair?
I dream in peace because I think I know.
August challenge poem
One Dogged Day
Oh! what a thought, it makes me shudder.
What breed of dog would I be
If some day dawned as yellow as butter
And I was a dog, 'stead of me?
Oh! what a horror, it makes me shiver.
(I wrote that line and I shook.)
Something's so wrong, I'd be all a-quiver,
I'd run to the mirror and look.
'Spose what a saw was a German Shepherd
Snarling in shock back at me.
Not a small pup, not a regal leopard,
A big, scary dog I would be!
Why be a Shepherd? I've no idea.
What's left of my mind is on Stun.
I'd race off like a horse at Hialeah,
No! I should call nine-one-one!
Well, I might just sit there and sob,
Or I might get up and go dial it.
Or I might go out and get me a job
As a kamekaze pilot.
No! I'm a cat. Although I'm steamin'
Like brew in a coffee cup,
It has to be, must be, that I'm dreamin'!
I'd shiver and really wake up.
December
Winter of Content
Winter draws you inward
If you live where it gets cold,
Frosty, gusty, brittle
As your bones when they get old.
You shiver just a little
When they open up the door,
And the humans in galoshes
Leave them dripping on the floor.
The traffic slows and sloshes
In the early-falling dark,
You're seeking out the warming
Of a fire, like a spark
Among the flurries swarming
Round the house and leaving ice
On windows, blue and glassy,
And the yard that was so nice
In summer, green and grassy,
Disappears beneath the mounds
Of snow that's drifting higher
As it muffles all the sounds.
But all that I require
Is around me in the house.
With quilts and blankets, cozy,
I'm as quiet as a mouse.
My days are bright and rosy,
I've no days of discontent.
How winter is perceived depends
On how a winter's spent.
Let winter draw you inward
To a winter of content.
January 2004
My Reflection on 5 Years in CLAW
CLAW has taught me many things
And brought me many friends.
It's had some fun beginnings, and
It's had a few sad ends.
I've learned to use my talents
In a bold, assertive way,
And learned I can't move mountains
No matter what I say.
I've aged from twelve to seventeen,
And left my mark behind.
I've always loved to serve my Queen,
And I also speak my mind.
I learned we may not always get
What we think we deserve.
But once I'd learned to rule, I knew
That it was time to serve.
The funny thing, as years have passed,
As I resolved small quarrels,
I kept on thinking, Now at last,
I'll rest upon my laurels.
But some new challenge beckons me,
Or some friend will inspire,
And off I go again, to be
An old, but burning, fire.
There's power in our numbers,
More than one small cat could touch,
When many cats together work,
Accomplishing so much.
So if we get discouraged, we
Get up and try some more.
I just can't help it, I must be
A CLAW cat to the core.
What I might like to do this year
Is help CLAW have some fun,
Keep my friends and comrades near,
And love them, every one.
We never know how long a time
We'll get to wear this crown.
So whether it's hard or it's sublime,
I'll never lay it down.
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