I have never been able to find
that which I seek;
perhaps because I am seeking
I am really just weak.
Waiting helps not either
as I have waited many years
and never had good things come
nor conquered any fears.
The problem now must be
not in how I seek or wait
but that what I have coming
is simply up to fate.
She was the generic type of pretty
that you could find on every street
with not much in her head
and her worth upon her feet.
Yet, I could hear her voice crying,
a desperate plea to free her soul
from the life she chose to live
that slowly took its toll.
I feel as though
I may have slept
in this very spot
that’s so well kept.
I see some fur
and there’s a dent;
my scent is here
under the tent.
There are not many
spots I’ve just not been;
it’s hard to keep track,
I know there are more than ten.
So slumber here I shall
since I’ve much to do.
I may already have before
unless this is déjà mew.
The faintest memory of you lingers
somewhere on the top shelf
behind the tea and lady fingers
you consumed by yourself.
Mrs. Woman: In order to see her children after a messy divorce, a hooker dresses in drag to pose as the family’s manny. She soon quits the position though after one of her clients, a millionaire, sweeps her off her feet and she realizes that her children are brats.
Mr. Congeniality: After an auto engineer gets laid off, he takes the role of stay at home dad while his wife supports the family. Hilarity ensues as he plays poker games with housewives and even enters a beauty pageant…er scholarship program.
The Wizard of Arabia: An English officer unites a scarecrow, a tin man, and a lion against the Turks during World War I. As he leads his offensive to take down the Ottoman Empire, he yells, “Pay no attention to the man behind the keffiyeh!”
Tootsie Roll Bounce: After the local roller rink closes down, an out of work actor starts training for a roller disco contest. He quickly realizes that the team doesn’t want another man so he creates a whole new persona as a woman and steals the show.
The Birds Like it Hot: In order to escape a vicious attack from birds in Chicago, a pair of musicians cross dress to join an all-female band in Florida. They think they have it made as they both pine over the band’s singer until they realize that birds fly south for the winter.
My coffee is cold
and my temper is hot.
Your voice is hoarse;
your words fire off like a shot.
–
Arguing before ten a.m.
is really growing old.
I don’t know how much longer
I can drink my coffee cold.
Nature has a way
of revealing the most truth
unpredictably.
I put you to bed
and stay at your side
as you rest your head.
I watch you breathe
knowing that soon
I must leave.
The rhythm of your chest
evens the beat
of my heart at rest.
You twitch your nose
as my pen
leaks its prose
onto the empty page
that traps my words
in their cage.
And you rest your head
as I leave your side
and put myself to bed.
I would not exist without you
and not because you gave birth;
my soul, my wit, my self,
all that you gave me has worth.
–
All I know and carry inside
could never have come from another
because no one can hold a candle
to the woman who I call Mother.
(Mommy doesn’t rhyme)
It’s mother’s day. My cat mom deserves no prizes, but here are some cards we could be giving to our human moms.
| Happy Mother’s Day! | What do I get? |
| To the Mother who is always there… | Leave me alone. |
| I got you one in every color! |  |
| Thanks for all that you do, Mom! | Maybe you could pick up the pace? I am waiting for my water and food over here. |
| Have I told you lately how I feel about you? | Why don’t you come here and meet my claws. |
Autumn Siders 