Pussy Can Sit By the Fire and Sing

Pussy can sit by the fire and sing, Pussy can climb a tree Or Play with a silly old cork and string To 'muse herself, not me. But I like Binkie my dog, because He knows how to behave; So, Binkie's the same as the First Friend was, And I am the Man in the Cave! Pussy will play Man Friday till It's time to wet her paw and make her walk on the window-sill (For the footprint Crusoe saw); Then she fluffles her tail and mews, And scratches and won't attend But Binkie will play whatever I choose, And he is my true First Friend! Pussy will rub my knees with her head Pretending she loves me hard; But the very minute I go to my bed Pussy runs out in the yard, And there she stays till the morning-light; So I know it is only pretend And he is my Firstest Friend.

--Rudyard Kipling

Jabberwocky

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

  And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

  The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

  Long time the manxome foe he sought --

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

  And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through.

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

  He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?

  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'

  He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

  And the mome raths outgrabe.

--Lewis Carroll

Outgoing Tide

Amendments and Bills for Monetary Reason

Instant Gratification and Indirect Treason

Promoting the Promise of a Better Tomorrow

Isolating Ourselves with the Money We Borrow

Debits and Credits Consume our Great Nation

We Cover it Up with More Legislation

Watching as the Tide of a Great Nation Recedes

I Sit Here, Saddened, As Our Country Bleeds

 ---RipplebyPebble

Darkness: A Poem on Depression and Utter Emptiness

Hollow trees and crisp brown leaves

Frightened birds and blood lust bees

Running down the winding road

Succumbing to fear and all that she holds

Shadows extend, as my skin grows cold

No longer youthful, but raggedly old

Stonewalls wet with the pungent air

The darkness sighs and often dares

The life that remains is hard and black

Familiar to gutters and sewer rats

I am encased by thoughts of fear

Focused I concentrate as I shed a dark tear

Woefully crying I disturb the air

Is anybody out there, anyone to care?

Is it to late, have they all moved on

Leaving me in darkness, wolves to a fawn

Roaches and onions sustain my frail soul

Mattresses of bark and fires of coal

Corners hold darkness but with that secrets

Will I discover treasure and trinkets?

Cracks in the walls and traces of pain

Scratches infected and cold blue veins

Hands at my back and bites on my feet

Dragging me down to hell where Ill meet

An entourage of fear and a blanket of horror

Day after day Ill be fed to the boars

Deserving I am for I am ashamed

Living a life where lives I claimed

Thinking not of the end of my time

Here I am, amongst my own kind

A void I’m in and rage I feel

It’s not my own, he’s here to kill

I get on my knees and think not to pray

I look upward in time to here the darkness say,

“Mine you are you wretched soul

Thought you’d escape my feasting bowl,

I’ve been waiting for you for quite some time

I've grown hungry in hell, but on you I’ll dine

--RipplebyPebble