Kats, Kids, & Kreativity – KIDS

This collection of poetry is divided into a trinity of themes about life with a clowder of felines, life as a single parent, life in a world of creativity, all-encompassing unconditional love, heartbreak, and the wonder of a loving relationship with the world we live in.

 

A few thoughts on being a single parent. Muddleheads in keeping with Grandparents Day was inspired by native American legends and stories about Grandmothers.

 

 

Muddleheads

In legend there is a little spirit
called the Mouse Woman
and when your child is in trouble
she will always come to the rescue

begin there, today and tomorrow
setting mouse traps
as soft as your arms can hold
and bait them with years to come

You know that time is patient
You know that it is stalking
the body of your child
like a bad day dream
waiting for you to fall asleep
the heartaches and traumas
you can mend and put away
it’s squeezing love out of dark clouds –

but you know that

handing him over and over again
while you wait the distance
in the sterile corridors of your heart
while you watch for the slightest sign
that your child will always be
running home to your arms

the invisible nibbles away
at the little things that make us human

It is said, the Mouse Woman
has little patience with muddleheads,
but when your children are in trouble
the tiny spirit will come to their rescue

begin there
setting mouse traps
as soft as your arms can hold
and bait them with tears of joy

 

 

 

Kats, Kids, & Kreativity – new selection

Gourmet Tidbits vs Lizards

you want them to stay out of trouble,
but trouble’s their nom de guerre

you want them to lay off the birds & bugs,
settle for gourmet tidbits,
and the crème de la crème of scraps

and just when you think
you know what they want
its double trouble and lizards for lunch

curiosity it seems, is the name of the game

nothing that moves
or seems out of place
escapes their radar ears, saucer eyes,
and energizer sniffer

It’s just part of their nature,
to hunt down a sound,
stalk an invisible unknown something,
and bring home gifts you’d rather decline

you want them to stay out of trouble,
but troubles their nom de guerre

Kats, Kids, & Kreativity

John’s newest collection of poetry is divided into a trinity of themes about life with a clowder of felines, life as a single parent, life in a world of creativity, all-encompassing unconditional love, heartbreak, and the wonder of a loving relationship with the world we live in. The poems touch the heart, the mind, and the soul of who we are as imaginative and creative beings in love with kids and kats.

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A selection from KATS

Lament for a Raindrop

on an early morning walk
A raindrop the size of a palm,
in the drizzle of a morning shower,
fell into the loving hands of mi esposa,
and was carried home to become
part of our hearts delight.

here in the village cats and dogs
own the streets, the lucky ones,
on rooftops, behind walls, and doors
live in a less dangerous environment,
for the cobblestones streets, while having a
beauty of their own, are pitted and cratered;
a home where only the hardy survive.

Herein lies the quandary
for when you hold a pet in your heart,
as you must because that is who you are,
they become vulnerable, less fearful
from the love you give them—
the human touch has a way of
compromising the nature of the beast.

My neighbor’s dogs, who are not confined
to a loving space, and roam the street,
have killed two of our critters, who wandered
in curiosity onto the cobblestones.
What does one do across the great divide,
where life is but a simple “I’m sorry?”

Sadness is not a just a human touch,
for everything today,
the poinsettias in the garden—
here to celebrate the season,
the clouds shrouding the lake
have a pale about them.

Everything today,
feels a little less joyful
raindrops having turned to teardrops.

 

 

 

 

Making a Living

Photo by Antonio Ramblés

Photo by Antonio Ramblés

Whatever it takes, a lesson each and every one should learn in youth.  Here it is a natural way of making it through the day, and providing the essentials for the family.

Making a living

not what it is all about

familia comes first

 

Car Jockeys

with the patience

of a toothless smile, idling

on the next Senorita to shimmer by.

Curb lawyers,

hustling empty parking spaces.

Matadors waving red rags

on a paved plaza de toros,

sweeping the sidewalks

for loose change:

            all in a day’s work.

 –

In the stands, familia

waiting for an ear or two:

            if it comes it comes.

 –

In another world,

bereft of the dignity of purpose—

driftwood waiting on the tide.

The photography focuses on Lake Chapala and the surrounding villages that include Ajijic, Chapala, Jocotepec an so much more.  In addition to my pics many have been contributed by Antonio Ramblés  . Visit Antonio Ramblés travels blog at www.antoniorambles.com

Feline Trio

 

Paul Klee  Cat and Bird  WikiPrints.org

Paul Klee Cat and Bird WikiPrints.org

 

What minds you?

 

with the fat cat belly down

ears fully extended

contemplating the chickadees

pouncing on and bouncing

off the bird feeder

I’m on edge

waiting to tackle her

in mid launch.

Isn’t it always the way it is,

your thoughts playing the story,

regardless of what it really is.

Well-fed

and fundamentally satisfied,

claws clipped short,

she may just be listening

to the chirps

and the wind chimes

thinking

why don’t I

mind my own business

Me.yow 6.0

It doesn’t let you live without it

double for the hassle

triple for the insult

all pervasive,

visibly supple,

sublimely discreet.

obsequious never

with no need to speak

for unable to communicate

beyond me.yow 6.0

she always lets you know

always gets her point across

 and always gets her way

gato intuition

cats intuitively

go where

subconsciously

you do not want them to go.

They undoubtedly have

in their shifty, sly heads,

an innate ability

to sense trepidation,

hesitation,

consternation,

in your mindset.

While tapping into

the universal consciousness

connecting us all

like puppets on a string