Blue Cat Tales - HITCHIKER

HITCHIKER


Sitting and watching the passing trees
rolling by the roadside,
and wondering what it happening to me,
how much longer I will have to hide.
The driver turns and tells a joke
about some old times he’s had.
It is not on tears of laughter that I choke
as his funny thoughts chase mine that are sad.
He tells me how he discovered the world,
riding ‘round it with his thumb
and how he’d make every girl
in every town - when he was young.
He asks questions about where I’ve been,
and wants to know the things I’ve done,
saying if he could do it all over again
that he would have twice as much as fun.
To my silence he mumbles on,
his mindless tongue never running out of things to say
- while my deaf soul lies behind and beyoud
the barren trees by the roadway.

Blue Cat Tales - UNWORTHY

UNWORTHY


   I think of you
- all the things you used to say,
all the things you used to do -
I think of you night and day.
When I walk alone at night
I can hear the music of your tongue.
I look out and see the sight
of you, so beautiful, so young.
I sometimes wonder if you remember me,
or remember how I loved you so.
Another love, like ours will never be -
I love you more than you will ever know.
   But I am reckless and a little too wild
- and not worthy of your love.
But, like a lonely, helpless child
I just wanted you to know I was thinking of
you.

Blue Cat Tales - STYLE

STYLE


I was charmed
and warmed
by the style
of her smile,
the way she talked
and walked.
I was gladdened
and yet saddened
by the way
she would say
things,
like a nightengale sings
soft songs,
slow and long
and real.
So real that you could feel
the music in the air
and the sweet softness of her hair,
and the liquid luciousness
of her kiss.

Blue Cat Tales - DERANGED

DERANGED


She will probably
think me crazy,
or at least deranged.
Why else would a strange
man take pen
in hand and send
Part of himself, his world,
to someone else, a stranger girl?
She must think
that he mistook the nod and wink
of friendship and fun,
the songs of words not sung,
for something that was not really what he had thought, hoped, to be.
How could he
possibly lover her, then?
Because he is not like other men,
or is he only more so
than she or others know
or can guess?

   Yes!

DARKNESS


He was thirsty

for the wine
of an almost forgotten time
spent in other ways
   - lent to days
of living, loving life,
before the days of wife,
child, job, home.

He hungered

to be alone
and free again,
like a few other men
who were made
of and painted the same shade
   of
darkness…

Blue Cat Tales - BEE STING

BEE STING


If I were smart
I would part
with you
   - and the things we knew.
If I was good
and did the things I should,
I should leave
and let you grieve.
If I were strong
I would pretend that it isn’t wrong
to run and hide
like a turtle, turning inside.
If I were old
and perhaps, a little more cold
than I am now
I would forget you … somehow…
but I am young
and I have been stung
by the be of love that you have become to me.

Blue Cat Tales - SOMETHING

SOMETHING


Walk with me,

talk with me,
but do not ask questions
or make suggestions.

The time will come
when I will cease to run
   - either from fatigue
or greed
for the wanting,
the haunting
need - for
life, or
something

   - to end.

Blue Cat Tales -- HANDS

HANDS


Hands touch.

So little becomes so much
sometimes, when minds
cannot find
any other way
to say

   - love.

Blue Cat Tales - LETTER

LETTER


The night we made love, what were you thinking of … the darkness below, or the light above - were you enjoying our beautiful oasis world?  No, you were wondering if you were just another girl.  You didn’t think about being happy - or even wonder if you loved me, there were just too many other things to do, but you did wonder if I loved you.

When you asked, it would have been too great a task to say no.  I did not want to spoil it, I did not want to go.  Anyway, you might have guessed - so I said yes.  Not to pretend, but to end the discussion that pounded like percussion sounds  -  ‘round n’ ‘round in my head as I lay in the bed with you - becoming one with you - running to fun with you.

I enjoyed myself - and you were not anybody else.  I guess there are those who can see some sin in it, but you were the only girl I loved  -  that minute.

Sincerely yours …

Blue Cat Tales - ONCE UPON A TIME

ONCE UPON A TIME


Once I was lonely,
   - and you loved me,
then.
And, like most men,
I didn’t really know.

And, saying I had to go,
I drifted into the nothingness
that has become my existence.

And then, I knew
that I loved you.

But it is too late
   ( you could not wait )
for me to be

   - lonely.

Blue Cat Tales - SPENT

SPENT


Do you recall

   all
the days
 wasted away,
lost to forever
   - never
to be the same again?
Days when I forgot to
tell you
how much I cared.
Days spent but not shared
as we would have done
if only we could have one
more try
   ( before we die )
to start life anew.

I would have loved you.

Blue Cat Tales - GONE

GONE


When she would kiss me

I would be
someone who I had never been,
all things and all men

wrapped up into one,

tossed into the sun,
who’s heat
was a joy to meet!

When we said good-bye
she would cry
and turn her rose-petal face away
- and I would want so to stay,

But I had to go
and did not know
that once I was gone

it would end the song.

Blue Cat Tales - GRIEF

GRIEF


When I told you I loved you

I was afraid.

Afraid you had not heard
the words that I had said,
scared that you might not have felt the feeling
that I felt and knew was there
   ( Did I see you look up at the ceiling
   With an “I’m not here with you.” kind of stare? ).

You looked so petite and dainty
laying naked, under me, in the bed.
It stirs my soul to insanity
with visions of angels and devils in my head.

I just find it hard to believe
that you loved me as I do you.
And every night I grieve
at the thought that we are through,
that what we shared has come to an end.

The thoughts and touches, dances and glances
   - my life would have been empty without them.

Blue Cat Tales - OUR MEMORIES

OUR MEMORIES


I am not sorry

for having loved you,

   - or for having lost you.

I do wish that we had had a little more time.
maybe I would have written a rime

that would let you know
how I loved yo so.

We each have our memories,
so I am not sorry
   - ( Just a little sad. )
when I remember what we had

   - and

know it won’t be the same again.

Maybe someday
in some strange way
it will be better  -  or at least as good.

Maybe love will be what it should.
But, no matter what the name -

it will never, ever be the same.

Blue Cat Tales - CATEPELOSE

CATEPELOSE


When

Does a butterfly die?

When he can no longer fly
or no longer sing
the poetry of gossamer wings?

Or perhaps, when the sun
no longer comes
to shine its’ light
through his wings in flight?

There are those that say
the butterfly dies each day
and is born
anew each morn.

   …and that is how it must be true,
for in the night I died,
and in the morning because of you
I found new life, new breath

   - and for another lifetime or so

hindered death.

Blue Cat Tales - GOOD-BYE

GOOD-BYE

…under dark, grey-blue skies

she and I
would walk in the rain

   - it was one of the games we’d play.
Lonely was one of the words we’d say

   - lonely.

…in quiet, sun-lit rooms

we would chase away any gloom
that might have become a part of us long ago

   - ( Those were the happy days! )

Love was one of the words we’d say

   - love.

…sometimes I would go to her home

and we would take a walk to be alone
together ( We would go places ).

   - in her grandmother’s bed, naked we would lay.

Good-bye was one of the words we’d say

   - good-bye.

Blue Cat Tales - BUTTERFLY

BUTTERFLY


The days

we spent together
in the almost-autumn weather
were kind and real.

And in my mind I feel
the softness of your fingers
as they linger
in my hand or on my face

as I would place
my lips to yours -
and in the night
when I would hold you tight
and you in turn hold me

   ( I would thrive in such sweet captivity! ).

But those times are gone
and our love is a silent so ng
that only sings
like the silent, whisper wings

of the butterfly.

BLUE CAT TALES - AFFAIR

AFFAIR


When I was a little boy

I had a love affair
   - with the trees.

All the trees.
but, mostly the ones in my yard,
and mostly the big, tall ones.

You could embrace them,
and they, you.

You could climb them to the very tip-top.
Oh, there were other trees
in other yards.

God’s yards.

You know,
when I was at the top,
the very, very top of the top
of the biggest and tallest tree,

I was closer to God
then I have ever been
   - before -

or since.

Blue Cat Tales - HOUSE ON A HILL

HOUSE ON A HILL



   If I were an old man

I would write old poems with an old hand.

I would write old songs
that would sing of the wrongs
that only an old man
could understand.

   I’d live in a house on a hill
and write out a last will
and testament that would leave
everything to  anyone who might grieve
for and sing, and understand
 
    the songs of an old man.

Blue Cat Tales - DICHOTOMY

DICHOTOMY


Living
On the
Verge of
Eternity,

&

Hell,
And
The
End.

Blue Cat Tales - THE EMPTY PAGE

THE EMPTY PAGE


The empty page…

- the sign of age
in the poet - like a blind
artist who cannot find
the right
color for the endless night
before him.

His world dim
and empty of the truth
he had found in his youth.

These are the things that instigate my sorrow
   - the promises - I wait for tomorrow
when I will be older
   and the fire within me colder,
so that my soul will not burn
for something (the one thing) I cannot have …

… the love we once had.

Blue Cat Tales - SORROW

SORROW

When it is raining
   - inside
you cannot hide
from the pain
of the rain,
the wet sorrow
   that tomorrow
and all the forgetting
can not dry.

Blue Cat Tales

SURPRISE


I take

a pair of eyes
by surprise

just for a minute
 - there is no sin in it -

sometimes
a little pain

and a little cold
 - like the rain.

Blue Cat Tales

WHISPERS


You make me think of gossamer wings

 - and other things
that are light, soft, and warm.

The touch of you is like a breeze

  rustling through the trees,
making a sweet, whispering sound.

Blue Cat Tales

IMPOSSIBILITY


If we had met some other time

  - maybe I would write another rime.

If we had lived in some distant land
you might not have been the wife of another man
and I not married to another girl
- if we had lived in another world.

  A world of flowers and the songs of birds,
a world where poetry was the only use for words,
in that universe we would not have to hide
our love - but could wear it like Cupid’s pride.

Blue Cat Tales - WANTING

WANTING


We shared thoughts,

- or at least for a while

we thought we shared thoughts

 - as we exchanged a smile

or two,

a kiss for me

- from you,

and of course - the memory

of

Something that was

a little bit like love

because

we

wanted it to be.

Blue Cat Tales

MISTRESS


Because of her
 - her body lying
almost  whisper-crying
  her  liquidness
as she lay to rest
by my side,

and in the dark
beyond the evening-tide
we live that other life
 - if only she were my wife

then - because of her I would know things
that are not even in the songs that angels sing.

Blue Cat Tales

THANKFUL


I think of
love
 - and I am glad
and thankful for the love I’ve had
 - and I am happy
loving those that love me
 - and a few that don’t,
And you - even if you won’t
love me as I love you

I do not really expect you to.
I was only thinking of
 - (hoping for) - love

and friendship, and being kind
 - but what did you have in  mind?

Blue Cat Tales

ALL


Lovers all
we are
 - the moon is our loving star.
But what
do we hide
on the dark side?

Blue Cat Tales

ANOTHER TREE




I am a tree
and the wind whips me
 - but there is no pain,

it is like the rain
by which I am sometimes touched
( I am touched  by so much. ).

Lovers carve their initials
and make me sometimes special.
And if I could be

I would be
something special to
you.

Blue Cat Tales

LOVE TREE

The tree of love
bears a fruit of sweetness
growing on branches of want and need.
But sometimes
it is killed
by an early bitter frost of doubt,
so instead of ripening
and being picked by a caring hand
 - falls to the ground
Alone,
to be trampled by travelers or -
to rot …

Blue Cat Tales

SURPRISE

I take
a pair of eyes
by surprise
just for a minute
 - there is no sin in it -
sometimes
a little pain
and a little cold
 - like the rain.

Blue Cat Tales - BLUE CAT

BLUE CAT

I am a cat (blue)
 - in my ninth life.
I belong to no one,
Not even to myself.
I purr,
I mew.
I stretch and scratch.
I am curious
 - and always just a little bit scared.
At first your lap was comfortable,
And your soothing stroke
Soft and gentle.
But your lap grew tired,
and you wanted to change
 (position?),
and your petting got more familiar
and possessive
 - and yet you wonder
why I broke free
To run -
  and sleep
in the clothes’ basket,

I am a cat.

So there is this old BluCat, who is so old that he is also grey.  He writes a tale every now and then,