London Tom-Cat

By Michael Hamburger

Look at the gentle savage, monstrous gentleman

With jungles in his heart, yet metropolitan

As we shall never be; who- while his human hosts,

Afraid of their own past and it's primaeval ghosts,

Pile up great walls for comfort - walks coquettishly

Through their elaborate cares, sure of himself and free

To be like them, domesticated, or aloof!

A dandy in the room, a demon on the roof,
He's delicately tough, endearingly reserved,
Adaptable, fastidious, rope-and-fibre-nerved.

Now an accomplished Yogi good at sitting still
He ponders ancient mysteries on the window-sill,
Now stretches, bares his claws and saunters off to find
the thrills of love and hunting, cunningly combined.
Acrobat, diplomat, and simple tabby cat,
He conjures tangled forests in a furnished flat.

The Call

By Jean Bush

Oh, who do you call,

My beautiful one?

Rising in iridescent splendor

In the dark side of light against the creeping dawn.

A mourning cry to follow ere the heat of day,

Dries up the velvet feathered throats of longing.

A reddened eye of patience waits and watches;

Awash in tall grass, brown eyes blink

Then more as fear leaps to flight in graceful bounds.

But a muscular coat of dusty fur and the ruby spray of death

Insures another day of life and an all too ready hunger.

SEASCAPE

By Jean Bush

Oh, how you loved it, puppy,

When first you saw the beach.

“Sit, stay, don’t dig the sand.”

I had so much to teach.

You barked and jumped and chased the crabs

And snapped at flying foam.

And fell asleep within my arms

As I gently walked you home.

We took long walks together,

As you splashed and jumped on me.

And the years and tides rolled into one

At our place beside the sea.

The dimming years would clutch my fears

As you unwound from life.

And I put you away and there you stay,

So far away from me.

The tide pulls back so slowly

As I weep on bended knee;

But I can feel you run forever

At our place beside the sea.

A Very Dark Night

By Libby Stott

When ever the wood and sea are dark,
Whenever the stars are high,
All night long in the deep, dark park
A bat goes swooping by.

Late at night when the lights are out
Why does he sweep about?
Whenever the sky is black and sad
And people are no longer awake,

By on the shadows, dark and bad,
By on the swoop goes it;
By at the swoop it goes.

And then by it comes back at the swoop again.

In Time

By Jean Bush

If you see me in a circle

You will find me everywhere.

As you pull me ever closer

And you gently touch my hair.

As your burning kiss engulfs me

And the flames reach high above.

I know now you truly mean it

And we really are in love.

As the pain of separation

Keeps us altogether near

And the thought of losing you again

For the next 600 years……..

As the endless span of time

Tells me always that you’re mine.

John Sokoloff

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For Love Of Juakina

By Bruce Wolf

Passing along the way, flowers blossoming with a sweet smell of melancholy joy.

I stop and smell a tender, white rose

And I know that I am wondering about you.

There is a pause in the wind and God blesses the silver sunrise.

Will you kiss me and hug me and bring tears of joy to my secret heart?

I wonder if you will keep me in the moonlight.

I venture to laugh and cry with Autumn wonder and I feel you there with me.

Juakina, I am your best friend

and I want to reach out to understand

how you are worm to me, sweet sunshine.

Tell me an eternal gum drop, my little daisy,

and I will always love you.

God brings my face to tears of wonder and a little kiss on your little form

and I know that I have some understanding, a Valentine for you.

Raulito laughs as a gentle and a quiet breeze caresses his little frame now

and he is in love with you the way that I have found.

There is a quiet word of wisdom, tender lady Madonna.

Juakina, hold my hand.  I need you and you are there for me.

Let me hug you and your laughter will bring me to a state of joy again.

There is a morning star in the heaven that guides me in a fight for your peace;

Peace for me, peace for us.

Juakina I will always love you.  And I am with you outside of the clubhouse as we speak gently near

gentle love the other day.

Never say goodbye.

Rice and confetti someday 

and a veil lifted up gently under a canopy 

tomorrow becomes yesterday and I feel might that comes from your heart this sunny day,

yes, we can dance again with freedom;

freedom love and power

are in the drizzle as we walk together hand in hand.

Please, Father, do not let it end.