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MRS. HIGGENS’ NUISANCE CAT

Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn

Poet In The Rain Productions

T’was Mrs. Higgins’ cat we all soon came to fear,

as the damn cat in hunger boldly grew closely very near

to anyone wandering loose about outside without a stick

to whack that furry devil beast with a good two handed flick.

Instead we pretended to not notice it upon each other happily chewing

while seated chatting with cookies as a pot of tea was brewing.

Someone said, finally and unashamedly, bring in the hound!

And so we trotted off to the local humane animal holding pound

to fetch back Rollie Rottenstien, a Rotweiler of some repute

whose winning streak in battles or puppies born no one would ever dispute

to face off old dead Mrs. Higgens’ cat, the terror of the day,

for the grand old puss was determined that she would not go but stay;

and the damn cat with glaring, daring eyes took daily total command

of all yards, drives, lakes, every acre and inch of all the land;

while we the neighbors of quite dead Mrs. Higgins were caught up in a fear,

afraid we’d likely lose a piece of flesh to the one who had been so dear

to the old lady now laying six feet down within her grave.

Too bad we hadn’t thought how many ankles might we could save

should we had stuffed old Mrs. Higgins’ cat in with her in her lonely grave.

I’m not saying I was at all a mean and evil man

but damn we surely could have come up with a prior plan.

Yet Rollie Rottenstein we thought might well prove to be the savior of the day

and should that be the case I was sure he’d gain favor and be able to forever freely stay.

Add perhaps a snip or two would make him easier in his future play,

but not before he met up with Mrs. Higgins cat that very summer’s day.

Sure t’was a grand sight we seen with that dog standing in the street,

Standin’ straddle in the middle just waiting for the meet.

And when he saw Mrs. Higgins’ cat a grin spread across his firmly set chin

for he was hungry, you see, and his ribs were showing through the thin.

Well that dog planted his feet solid upon the earth, he did,

And we sensed a can of hell was about to lose its bulging lid.

Then came from Rollie a mighty growl deep from within

that brought goose bumps to all our sweaty nervous exposed skin

as the distance sudden lessened between the two

from walking to a trot as old Rollie simply flew,

for there waiting before him stood a potential tasty chew;

and no one or thing before had ever slowed or stopped our Rollie,

and no one present called our life’s mission a wasted follie.

The dog, he set off in a trot for what he was sure would be a tasty treat;

and we waited most anxiously for the pair to up and meet.

Oh, how I recall that day when the world sudden shook

for Mrs. Higgins’ cat had read the dog as though he were a book.

The pair disappeared into a cloud of dust that filled the surrounding air

making it impossible to call the fight as we could not make out the struggling pair.

A minute passed and then five were gone and still the struggle went on and on

the afternoon passed into evening and then night turned into dawn

Until all hisses, growls and barks had settled

For this pair were of certain like kind and not at all un-mettled.

Then with weary expectant eyes to the clouded scene we were then drawn

as the sun its rays crept in as night was turned slowly into dawn;

and as the dust settled so that we could begin to see

what it was that the day held and the pair had come to be.

Then t’was a sudden shock that ran through the waiting crowd

a gasp surprised  went up that was most terrible sad and loud;

for Mrs. Higgens’ cat came strolling slowly into view

and looking around at all who waited let out a gentle mew

while standing firm upon that dusty dirty roadway deck

with Rollie Rottenstein standing just behind with a leash about his neck.               6.10.2012

RIVERS AND CANYONS

RIVERS AND CANYONS

Copyright Feb. 14, 2012

Gordon Kuhn, Poet in the Rain Productions

All rights reserved.

 

I don’t know which way to go

When the river starts to flow,

As canyon walls begin to rise,

And I hear my neighbor’s painful cry.

 

A bottle full of forgetfulness might be a needed share,

It’s temporary pain relief with all its contents on a dare,

While memories and ghosts slip slowly past,

Sharing moments that haunt and forever last

 

I just don’t know which way to go

When that river starts to flow

As a whirlpool surfaces and draws me ever near

It’s the sadness waiting there that I fear

 

I crossed this river yesterday, when it was dusty dry,

Laying beneath an open, peaceful, friendly sky;

But now the river has begun to grow,

And emptiness I begin to know.

 

There is no place left for me to go.

As the water starts to spread in its growing flow.

The canyon walls begin to rise

And clamber for the open sky

 

I don’t know which way to go

As the river begins to flow

I crossed the path when I thought it safe

Now shadows about me form to drape.

 

The canyon walls look as brown glass might

When lying next to that which is empty in my sight

And I hear my neighbor’s lonely cry

And I feel so thirsty with a throat most dry

 

I crossed the river when I thought it safe

But learned the river has no escape

There is no place left for me to go

The water knows and so grows the flow.

 

And I hear my neighbor’s lonely cry.

The Wino and Me.

THE WINO AND ME

Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn

All rights reserved. You touch I breaka you face.

1/24/12

Sittin’ in the sun

Looking for a spot of fun

Watchin’ young things wander by

No energy to even try

To strike up a conversation

And not into meditation

When up sat down a hairy faced dude

Lanky and looked as thin as a neon tube

And he said, “How’d you?”

“How’d you?”

“Mmm hmm, how’d do you do?”

He wobbled a bit.

“Mind if I sit?”

 

The Tree Across the Street.

 

THE TREE ACROSS THE STREET

Copyright 2012 Gordon L Kuhn All Rights Reserved

February 2, 2012

 

There’s a tree across the street.

It’s a proud tree!

A standin’ tall tree.

Tall and wide, nothin’, it ain’t got nothin’ shameful to hide.

Limbs spread out before the world, reachin’ for the sky

Leaves bright green. Been greener lately than I ever before had seen.

Roots spread out growing deep in the gritty, rocky soil

Where its toes are tickled by the sand,

As they push their way deeper in the land

Searchin’ for the water lines

To surround and tap a few.

It’s clearly in my view.

This tree is a special tree

And I see it every day.

I stop and stare and marvel at it standing there,

It’s filled with oak tree pride

For seven years, no maybe eight

It’s stood there, across the street

It ain’t bothered nobody.

It’s waving leaves greets me in the mornin’,

And if I wake at night from my snorin’

And go outside, it’s there.

It’s a comfort.

Well, tree trimmers by the owner were called

Who has a grievance ‘bout that ol’ tree what done no wrong to him.

And I do believe they committed a sin

Against that poor ol’ oak tree

For it once was filled with branches and leaves most thick

But as I went outside yesterday

To say hello to my leafy friend

I fell back in startled shock

For that tree,

That glorious old oak tree,

Was liken to a marshmallow stuck upon a stick.

RABBIT IN A BOX

Rabbit in  a Box is 107 pages of poetry which can be found on Kindle Direct for 99 cents.  It is my second book of poetry which can also be found on Amazon. If you don’t own a Kindle you can download a computer version at Amazon for use on your computer and have the same benefits as you would with a separate kindle to carry with you. Rabbit in a  Box is worth more than 99 cents but I’ve placed it on Kindle Direct simply because I want to share my poetry and then I”m going to publish in soft back. Search Amazon for Gordon L Kuhn and you will find my books.

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I have not used this site for a while as I have been focusing on THOUGHTS. I am going to become more active here and am trying to link the site to the others I use. Thanks to the 14 who have subscribed and I will be doing my best to update and save this site.

A new Ebook on poetry!

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