Mother’s Day Fun

Hello All. I hope everyone is having a lovely Mother’s Day weekend. I chose a cartoon for this weekend that I thought a lot of mothers out there would enjoy. I hope you do too.

Remember when you said I would never have time for a loom?
“Remember when you said I would never have time for a loom?”

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Happy May Day!

Hello All. Now that another fun filled Poetry Month is behind us, I am going to endeavor to have more new things here at Lucky Cat Comics, on a more regular basis. I have a comic I am working on, that will hopefully be a serialized venture, that will start this summer, and take us through the end of the year, at least. But until it is ready to go, I am going to try a fill the time with a cartoon, or poem, or what not. Not every day, but at least once a week, like on Saturdays.

Just for the fun of it. Thank you for visiting.

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NaPoWriMo day 30 – April 30, 2021

Hello All! We have made it to day 30, and the end of Poetry Month. The prompt for today is to create a poem in the form of a series of directions. Now, if you know me, directions are not my best category (see the poem on April 2, 2021 for details: http://www.luckycatcomics.com/?p=1649). But I gave it a go.

Thank you for spending the month with me, and for all your kind reading.

The Windsong Car Park

 The Windsong Car Park
  
 My Dearest Best Beloved
 Thank you for the loan of your motorcar.
 As the space in front of your flat was filled
 I have parked it in Zanzibar.
 Only joking, but it is a bit of a trek,
 And these directions are slightly bizarre.
  
 Exit your flat by the lovely front terrace
 Turn right walking past the ballpark.
 Turn left at the third Cock and Bull pub,
 My favorite watering hole landmark.
 Five blocks east, past the West Liquor Store.
 Voila!  You’re at the Windsong car park.
  
 Go to the Red Ramp, on Floor number 6.
 In the lift there are signs to help you.
 Push the button for Floor number 7.
 But beware, what is most certainly true,
 By pressing the button for Floor number 6,
It will land you in the ramp that is blue.
  
 I was adrift in the Windsong, late last night,
 The most confusing structure by far.
 If you find yourself in the blue ramp, Beloved, 
 Wandering aimlessly, no sign of the car,
 Be of good cheer, because on Floor 10
 There is a delightful little cash bar.
  
 The bartender’s name is John St Clive,
 Just use my name and he will assist.
 He might try to tell you how I spent last night,
 But please, give that tale the short shrift.
 Ask him to guide you through the ramp
 And install you in the proper lift.
  
 So sorry to have to leave this note
 On your doorstep while you are away.
 Your kind generosity, beyond compare,
 In the future, I’ll endeavor to repay.
 If it’s not too much to ask, Best Beloved,
 May I borrow the car this Sunday? 
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NaPoWriMo day 29 – April 29, 2021

Hello All. Today’s prompt was entitled “in the window”. After this month of poetry, the only windows I could visualize have writers on the other side. Thank you for visiting and being part of the process.

The Poets Among Us

The Poets Among Us
 
 The pink light carves paths for the early walk,
 My eye is drawn to a soft rectangular glow.
 Framed in the window, a writer sits at a desk,
 Lit by a single lamp fogged from a steaming mug.
 Pen hovering in the air, their head tilts skyward,
 Searching the burnished clouds for the right phrase.
 A cat’s tail marks time with slow beats on the paper.
 Good morning Poet.
  
 My bus pauses just long enough so the windows align.
 I can see a writer, curled on the couch,
 Notebook on knees, a dog’s heavy head in the lap.
 Words enthusiastically decorate the yellow pad;
 Some circled, some scratched out, some underlined.
 The writer’s head turns toward the window,
 But the eyes are focused on worlds far beyond my bus.
 Good day Poet.
  
 The street is bathed in gold and long shadows.
 A face, laptop blue, ghosts through the blinds.
 The computer could contain taxes, email or porn,
 But the luminous writer’s eyes are closed,
 Reviewing an internal inventory of images.
 And just as I turn for home, the shuttered eyes 
 Come to life, filling fluid fingers with language.
 Good night Poet,
 Good night. 
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NaPoWriMo day 28 – April 28, 2021

Hello All. Today’s prompt is to write a poem all made out of questions? Here are some of my questions this morning. Thank you for visiting.

blaze bonfire campfire dark
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 Where Have The Memories Gone?
  
 Where have the memories gone?
 How did they leave, yet you remain?
 How dark is it becoming 
 In the warm hearth of your brain?
  
 Do the new memories visit
 Too briefly for you to hold?
 Are the old memories so deep
 That they are all growing cold?
  
 How do you stay so sunny?
 Where do you keep the fire of you?
 Why do all the synonyms for 
 Cheerful still apply to you?
  
 Whose faces does she carry inside?
 Where are the places she remembers?
 What stories are closest to the flame?
 How can I help stir the embers?
  
 And why is there no word for
 The sparks that slowly rise
 Drifting from the campfire
 Then disappearing before our eyes? 
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NaPoWriMo day 27 – April 27, 2021

Hello All. Today’s prompt was to write a poem inspired by an entry from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. I was not familiar with this work, but some of the words are pretty interesting. I chose one of the simplest, yet, I think, one of the most powerful. Thank you for the visit.

xeno

n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.

 The Eyes are the Window
  
 Puppies rumble in a clumsy prance,
 Our gaze meets, just a glance.
 Glimmer little xeno
 Glimmer and glow
 A shared chuckle the eyes can show.
  
 His nod crystal clear,
 Her bow will adhere.
 Flicker little xeno
 Flicker and glow
 Without language they say hello.
  
 The toddler pounces and hugs your knees
 He smiles, you wink, a grandparent pleased.
 Sparkle little xeno
 Sparkle and glow
 Spreading a spec of the love you know.
  
 Strangers across the noisy room,
 Eyes rolling to fight the gloom.
 Kindle little xeno
 Kindle and sough
 Comradery can make the joy flow.
  
 Tripping, the senior might come to harm
 My eyes meet yours, reflecting alarm
 Fuel little xeno
 Fuel and grow
 Uniting strangers, a rescue to bestow
  
 Even when we are socially apart
 These tiny connections build the heart
 Ignite little xeno
 Ignite and Flow
 And keep helping our humanity grow.
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NaPoWriMo day 26 – April 26, 2021

Hello All. The prompt today was to write a parody poem. My parody, is a parody of a parody. In 1932, Ogden Nash took on Joyce Kilmer’s lovely poem Trees, with a modern environmental twist. Almost 90 years later, Mr. Nash’s parody still reads as shrewd and prophetic. I just tried to pick up where he left off. Thank you for reading.

Trees (cubed)

 Trees3
    
 I think that I shall never see
 A poem as lovely as a tree.
  
 Indeed, unless the billboards fall
 I’ll never see a tree at all.
  
 A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
 Against the Earth’s ever heated breast.
  
 The trees that look to the sky all day,
 Breathing CO2 so we might play.
  
 A tree that may in Summer wear
 A nest of grocery bags in her hair;
  
 Whose bosom has known the pain
 Of intimately living with acid rain;
  
 Poems are made by fools like me,
 But only the Earth can make a tree.
  
  
 By Joyce Kilmer
 Ogden Nash
 and meg 

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NaPoWriMo day 25 – April 25, 2021

Hello All. Today’s prompt is to write an occasion poem. I know the occasion I am looking forward to is that first trip. Thank you for visiting.

First Trip
 First Trip 
  
 Browsing the fares
     And checking the seats
 Packing my luggage
     Planning my treats
 Fresh new feelings to
     A familiar old tune
 I’m going on my first trip again soon
  
 Months and months of
     Stay at home
 My body in one place
     The mind longs to roam
 Family faces smiling
     Not seen in a blue moon
 I’m going on my first trip again soon
  
 My shots are all done
     The time now awaits
 Cozy Light Rail rides to
     Lofty airport gates
 My mask still in place 
     Until all are immune
 I’m going on my first trip again soon
  
 Carry on strategies
     To help manage delays
 Reverse treadmill exercise 
     On the moving walkways
 A nibble or splash 
     At the airport saloon    
 I’m going on my first trip again soon
  
 I’ve spent a whole year
     Looking up at the sky
 The engines will roar
     Through the clouds I'll fly
 Feels like a butterfly
     Breaking free of the cocoon
 I’m going on my first trip again soon
   
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NaPoWriMo day 24 – April 24, 2021

Hello All. The prompt today, find an actual article about an animal, and change the name of the animal into something else. Then use that language to create a poem. Thank you to allaboutbirds.org for their wonderful articles about the Red Tailed Hawk. Thank you for visiting.

group of people in a concert
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      School Dance
  
 Courting teenagers put on a display
 Young couples on the dance floor
 Soar in wide circles
 Shoop – shoop – de Buteo
  
 The bravest males dive steeply
 Then shoot up, nearly as steep
 Swooping in wide circles
 Swoop – Swoop – de Buteo
  
 After several swoops a pair might touch
 He extends legs, she extends wings
 Blue gym lighting dims and swells
 Shoop – Swoop – my Buteo
  
 Sometimes the pair grab on to one another
 Clasp talons, plummet in spirals
 Before pulling away
 My Buteo – Oh Buteo – my own 
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NaPoWriMo day 23 – April 23, 2021

Hello All. Today’s prompt was to write a poem that responds, in some way, to another poem. Though I have many poems in my head, ready for such a discussion at a moments notice, today I channeled Earnest Lawrence Thayer, and his wonderful 1883 poem, Casey at the Bat. I hope he forgives my intrusion. Thank you for reading.

Oh Somewhere

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