tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-217182362024-03-12T19:36:01.264-07:00Nepeta CatariaI couldn't find room for these in my everyday blog, so here it is. I don't like to place a date on these, so they can be anything from 10 years old to last week's. Enjoy, roll your eyes, whatever your favorite reaction is, do it with a cup of tea!Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07624657515252107431noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718236.post-41622033273324136352018-12-13T06:30:00.000-08:002018-12-13T08:59:06.031-08:00Grip<div style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">
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or what I hope to be mine</div>
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guarding my territory like an ineffectual kitten</div>
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my little corner of the universe threatened once again</div>
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by shining stars newly discovered</div>
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and here I am, the smallest moon</div>
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orbiting around a planet I cannot pull</div>
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unable to eclipse or even turn a tide</div>
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what little order I restore on the planet's surface</div>
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gone unnoticed, for I do not illuminate</div>
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like those stars, or even intrigue like stardust</div>
Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07624657515252107431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718236.post-30024843119685810822016-12-14T00:00:00.000-08:002016-12-14T09:38:15.502-08:00Pond, Central Park<div class="MsoNormal">
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Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07624657515252107431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718236.post-66526999282931930082016-08-12T09:46:00.002-07:002016-12-14T09:33:41.602-08:00You find the ordinary in the extraordinary,<br />
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sitting like a sort of Buddha on a lumpy couch, harvesting ugliness<br />
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while pretending you are fascinating. I haven’t traveled much,<br />
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but I hear there are far-off lands where the people would sigh in fascination<br />
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at your kind. Well, here you are as exotic as a French fry.<br />
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To be fair, I’ve always had an unhealthy thing for French fries.<br />
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But you – you’re not even a McDonald’s guilty pleasure.<br />
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You’re a nameless Midtown deli’s flaccid excuse, and I’m not even hungry.Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07624657515252107431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718236.post-71875796712382949542016-01-26T11:23:00.001-08:002016-01-26T11:23:38.979-08:00This TiaraI am the queen of the crosstown bus<br />
I wear this tiara to distinguish myself from the common commuter<br />
My head held high, the Swarovski crystals glisten as they reflect off the MTA's windows. <br />
Curtsy to my quirkiness! This is my kingdom.<br />
Yesterday my carriage pulled away before I could board.<br />
My tiara went askew as I gave chase.<br />
This mutiny did not go unnoticed.<br />
One will write a scathing email of complaint, or a royal Yelp!Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07624657515252107431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718236.post-44005942270493335102015-09-07T15:27:00.002-07:002015-09-07T15:28:11.835-07:00A late onset loss<br />
When panic attacks<br />
With heat waving in<br />
The turn of September<br />
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In interrupted thoughts<br />
Start of an ending<br />
I venture too far<br />
To fall back again<br />
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Procession of dry tears<br />
And rude waking dreams<br />
Opening my book<br />
While the phone ringsCatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07624657515252107431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718236.post-35715172578890457562015-06-14T13:57:00.000-07:002015-06-14T13:58:19.852-07:00Spring SonnetIt's a tiny squeak of Life, at first blink<br />
Where whispers have yet to find a home<br />
The air smells different today, I think<br />
Lighter, even while excess weighs down<br />
We begin to own the earth again<br />
Bones take coaxing to creak come morning<br />
No longer a child - don't want to be<br />
Even so, I'll dress bright as I like<br />
Just like the tween discovering her point<br />
And I'll eat the gummy vitamins<br />
Paid for with the hard-earned cash derived by<br />
My very grown-up office job<br />
While I am barefoot come lunchtime<br />
And I'll decide if my verse shall rhyme.<br />
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Withdraw into similar scenes, absent experience</div>
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Painstakingly documenting the unmemorable.</div>
Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07624657515252107431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718236.post-26422132386500636632014-02-02T18:58:00.000-08:002014-02-02T18:58:05.113-08:00Brown Leaves<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Some trees have brown leaves that refuse to drop;</div>
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Stubbornly clinging to branches: dry rot</div>
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Through deepest freeze, crowning certain trees</div>
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Won't take to the ground; to be tread upon,</div>
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To dissolve into fragments, one crisp step,</div>
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To dance precariously no longer.</div>
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Will April see them hovering still?</div>
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Or will cheerful pink blossoms show them out?</div>
<br />Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07624657515252107431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718236.post-47459729233537127322013-04-21T18:05:00.000-07:002013-04-21T18:05:10.164-07:00Spring Cannot ComeSpring cannot come soon enough<br />
And time will surely oblige:<br />
Cutting into monotony<br />
Giving memories its sympathy<br />
While moderation attempts its flow<br />
And excess smiles indulgently,<br />
As it barely budges an inch.<br />
Am I wiser?<br />
Or are my oversights underscored...<br />
The careful sun withdraws its insights<br />
And the moon vacillates in reply.Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07624657515252107431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718236.post-68728483607272235712011-06-24T16:43:00.000-07:002011-06-24T16:44:11.072-07:00Baggage AllowanceHere are the requirements for entering this cabin<br />No more than the minimal amount of baggage<br />Cabin is sensitive; it cannot take too much weight,<br />It must be able to sustain balance, you understand.<br />Excess baggage must be checked elsewhere<br />If you insist on bringing on more, it'll cost you dear.<br />Please keep your voice down; keep the peace.<br />Avoid carrying any potentially dangerous items-<br />We will confiscate - don't complain.<br />Take what you need to pass the time-<br />We'll provide entertainment, but there's a limit.<br />If you're handicapped or have dietary requirements,<br />We can handle it - but do let us know in advance.<br />As for liquid matter, we have measurements,<br />But it's best left behind.<br /> <br />Thanks for choosing us - enjoy the ride.Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07624657515252107431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718236.post-92145069347753777152011-03-28T12:57:00.000-07:002014-03-31T18:55:43.555-07:00Fresh AirI leapt blithely into a rude awakening,<br />
The way one sighs happily when resting in newly cleaned sheets<br />
And wakes up in a sweat after a troubling dream.<br />
Another week of unsolicited disturbances,<br />
I tried to shut the door on your pretty speeches<br />
But you stuck your foot in, and, like a clumsily scribbled tale,<br />
Someone had to bring you back your orphaned shoe.<br />
Instead of flinging it in your face, I handled it gently.<br />
Didn't go as far as polishing, but, swallowing my bile,<br />
I presented the clunky shoe to your open hands.<br />
Then without even looking me in the eye, <br />
You turned your heels, and all was silent again.<br />
But the scent of your shoe's interior lingers.<br />
Time to open the windows again, let in the fresh air.Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07624657515252107431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718236.post-41670866704610783452010-12-17T07:51:00.000-08:002010-12-17T11:02:40.414-08:00The Battle of Early WinterThe cold has got me beat, for now:<br />Placed me under house arrest, <br />Doomed to domesticity, <br />Helpless to hibernation.<br />Someday I shall brave it:<br />Wearing ten layers of armor,<br />I will bear it all! I will<br />Go any way my boots direct.<br />Until that triumphant day<br />I have tactically retreated indoors<br />Compelled to coziness -<br />But not entirely defeated.Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07624657515252107431noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718236.post-46022579870676512202010-08-03T13:51:00.000-07:002010-08-03T13:52:45.297-07:00VortexI swing back and forth, almost dizzy<br />Pointing inward and sometimes forth, outstretched, ready to pounce<br />Then retreat into fetal position until I'm bored<br />Obsessed over words, perplexed over silence, depressed over chocolate<br />Pacing, then frozen, thrusting at points of vanity<br />Unable to accept, both sides lack reality<br />Sleep has fled; now this is expected.<br />And I'm just too lazy to cry.Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07624657515252107431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718236.post-1143138930692180302006-03-23T10:18:00.000-08:002006-10-17T13:23:16.076-07:00Three<strong>By Appointment Only</strong><br /><br />Slivers of time is all I get,<br />Fit me in between here and there.<br />There's no space for spontaneity,<br />Can't explore the possibilities,<br />Let's just see what's down the next road:<br />Sorry, I believe our time is up.<br />Maybe I'll see you again sometime,<br />As long as it's not anytime.<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>The Idea!</strong><br /><br />Sometimes I still consider it.<br />How absolutely silly of me<br />To contemplate the impossible, the ridiculous, the tried-and-untrue,<br />The one-sided fantasy.<br />To persist in something<br />Never worth the time's effort<br />Never mind my heart!<br />As if a tearing of time<br />Could have rendered a reality;<br />It's only pathetic.<br />Pleading with the incompetent;<br />All too laughable<br />And yet, I speculate.<br /><br /><br /><strong>Ode to Migraines</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />Give it a few days, it will pass<br />It seems nowadays that the months go so fast.<br />Cannot move, can't sit still<br />Wonder if I should take another pill.<br />Bagpipes buzzing in my skull<br />Pain is throbbing, never dull<br />All that I love can act as a trigger!<br />Prying my eyes open takes extra rigor.<br />Bring me some ice, turn out the lights,<br />It's time once again for a losing fight.Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07624657515252107431noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21718236.post-1138734361506245652006-01-31T10:37:00.000-08:002006-10-17T13:23:16.013-07:00EightSit and Wait<br /><br />When finally time has passed through waiting patiently for time to pass,<br />We are rewarded with an answer to the questions we have asked<br />And with the questions' answers follow more questions to make us wonder<br />Where satisfaction only leads to more frustrated longing<br />And the wide roads turn into a maze of side streets and tunnels.<br />When our eyes become focused while the sun begins to set<br />And finally we reach the height of our aspirations<br />But cannot look around because we are afraid to fall,<br />So we sit and wait for time to pass.<br /><br /><br /><br />Downpour<br /><br />The rain is falling, becomes a downpour<br />Drops are striking me, stinging my eyes<br />But only my eyes, the rest of me is dry<br />I stumble as I walk into a puddle<br />And as of yet, my feet are not wet<br />The air is thick, my path blurred with fog<br />Streams slip under the cracks in the pavement.<br />Then I see myself, shining in a pool<br />I smile, the reflection does not move<br />Instead it is immersed forever, and<br />I am parched as I stand watching.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Waste of Three Bucks<br /><br />My pretty yellow flower - why does it fall?<br />Maybe I put it too close to the wall -<br />Could it be my little lamp won't suffice:<br />Or because at the florist's it cost a small price?<br /><br /><br /><br />After Hours<br /><br />Forcibly removing myself from the eyes<br />Marking every step in the reverse<br />Pouring my heart out in distilled emptiness<br />Sniffing out new territory in my mind<br />Blue pockets of light, lay down in peace<br />Why be concerned at this hour?<br /><br /><br /><br />Sometimes It Rhymes<br /><br />And it must all end soon,<br />Always despairing - where is triumph?<br />Fittingly sitting there, staring ahead.<br />Barely noticing the minutes pass by-<br />A portion of hope is eaten by lies,<br />Acid devouring the slightest new smile.<br />Sighing now, past all the tears<br />Envisioning pain for over ten years<br />Maybe it will all end soon - or now.<br /><br /><br /><br />Procrastination<br /><br />Pressure keeps mounting on me<br />Like a heavy weight I cannot lift.<br />It is not a huge boulder that I carry<br />But hundreds of little bricks.One by one they get heavier<br />The only way to free myself is to toss them<br />Off me one by one and I will feel better<br />But I hesitate, because if I throw the wrong one<br />They may all tumble down painfully.<br />So I lay here thinking about which one to rid myself of -<br />And they keep growing heavier.<br /><br /><br /><br />Insomnia<br /><br />I only wish I'd fall asleep<br />And let the earth spin by itself<br />Instead of dreaming with open eyes<br />And crying out in silence.<br />Images floating all around<br />Slapping my face in maddening frenzy<br />There is no light in sight.<br />But before long - inevitably, untimely,<br />Except to most everyone.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You have come to me in tears,<br />But you weren't there when I was crying.<br />And you have lied for all these years,<br />I think my hope for you is dying.<br />I've opened up my doors for you,<br />But only found a wall inside.<br />Weakness does not flatter you<br />And now you've got no place to hide.<br /><br />I'm sick of all the games you've played<br />The pain you've caused, the emptiness.<br />It should happen to you instead<br />You don't deserve any happiness.<br />So walk the path that you have chosen<br />Hope you don't fall flat on your face.<br />One day from your dream world you'll have awoken<br />You're going nowhere in any case.Catherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07624657515252107431noreply@blogger.com3