Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

Sunday, August 13, 2023

Our Pet Kitties: A Beautiful Poem Written for Cats by AI

 


In the heart of a bustling cityscape,
Where honking horns and sirens wail,
Two feline souls, Katcha and Chai,
Embarked on a journey, a feline tale.

From New York's streets, so bright and grand,
They bid farewell to the lights and sway,
With twitching whiskers and paws in hand,
They headed back to sweet home Chicago way.

In Central Park, where dreams take flight,
Katcha chased pigeons with wild delight,
While Chai lounged on windowsills high,
Gazing at the skyscrapers reaching the sky.

But now they tread on Chicago's ground,
A new adventure, familiar sights surround,
They stroll along the windy shores of the lake,
Marveling at the beauty, their spirits awake.

Katcha pounces on autumn leaves,
Chai dances through the snowflakes,
Their playful antics weave tales of glee,
As they settle in this city, their hearts awake.

The windy city's breeze whispers their names,
As they explore its neighborhoods and lanes,
From Lincoln Park to the Magnificent Mile,
They find comfort and joy with every mile.

In moonlit nights, they roam the streets,
Through alleyways and beneath city lights,
Katcha and Chai, their bond grows strong,
In the heart of Chicago, where they belong.

So here they are, these feline friends,
Katcha and Chai, their story transcends,
A tale of love, of homecoming sweet,
In Chicago's embrace, their souls meet









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Tuesday, May 12, 2020

MacKenzie-Childs: The Owl and the Pussycat

pc:  MacKenzie-Childs
Edward Lear,  English writer of this nonsense poem -- which is about the love between an owl and a cat -- was born on May 12, 1812.

The Courtly Check Owl is by MacKenzie-Childs .

The Cat in these cute pictures is none other than our very own Kitty Kiedis. 

They are certainly make a cute couple!



The Owl and the Pussy-Cat

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea 
   In a beautiful pea-green boat, 
They took some honey, and plenty of money, 
   Wrapped up in a five-pound note. 
The Owl looked up to the stars above, 
   And sang to a small guitar, 
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love, 
    What a beautiful Pussy you are, 
         You are, 
         You are! 
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"



II 
Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl! 
   How charmingly sweet you sing! 
O let us be married! too long we have tarried: 
   But what shall we do for a ring?" 
They sailed away, for a year and a day, 
   To the land where the Bong-Tree grows 
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood 
   With a ring at the end of his nose, 
             His nose, 
             His nose, 
   With a ring at the end of his nose.



III 
"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling 
   Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will." 
So they took it away, and were married next day 
   By the Turkey who lives on the hill. 
They dined on mince, and slices of quince, 
   Which they ate with a runcible spoon; 
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, 
   They danced by the light of the moon, 
             The moon, 
             The moon, 
They danced by the light of the moon.













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Sunday, December 1, 2019

Cricketer C T Studd Wrote a World-Famous Poem

Charles Thomas Studd was born 159 years ago (2 December 1860 – 16 July 1931).  He is often known as C. T. Studd and was a British Christian missionary to China and to Africa. He died in the Belgian Congo at age 70 while doing Christian work.


According to his conversion narrative, the preacher asked him if he [C T] believed God's promises to give believers eternal life, and as Charles would only go so far as to profess he believed Jesus Christ died, the guest pressed the point, and Charles then believed on the Lord Jesus for salvation. Charles later recalled the moment:
"I got down on my knees and I did say 'thank you' to God. And right then and there joy and peace came into my soul. I knew then what it was to be 'born again,' and the Bible which had been so dry to me before, became everything. -- wikipedia
Praise the Lord for his conversion!!  C T is better known to us nowadays as the author of a very famous poem:  Only One Life, 'Twill Soon Be Past.  Artwork was a gift from a dear friend. 


Two little lines I heard one day,
Traveling along life’s busy way;
Bringing conviction to my heart,
And from my mind would not depart;
Only one life, twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.
Only one life, yes only one,
Soon will its fleeting hours be done;
Then, in ‘that day’ my Lord to meet,
And stand before His Judgement seat;
Only one life,’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.
Only one life, the still small voice,
Gently pleads for a better choice
Bidding me selfish aims to leave,
And to God’s holy will to cleave;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.
Only one life, a few brief years,
Each with its burdens, hopes, and fears;
Each with its clays I must fulfill,
living for self or in His will;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.
When this bright world would tempt me sore,
When Satan would a victory score;
When self would seek to have its way,
Then help me Lord with joy to say;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.
Give me Father, a purpose deep,
In joy or sorrow Thy word to keep;
Faithful and true what e’er the strife,
Pleasing Thee in my daily life;
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.
Oh let my love with fervor burn,
And from the world now let me turn;
Living for Thee, and Thee alone,
Bringing Thee pleasure on Thy throne;
Only one life, “twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.
Only one life, yes only one,
Now let me say,”Thy will be done”;
And when at last I’ll hear the call,
I know I’ll say “twas worth it all”;
Only one life,’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last. ”
— extra stanza —
Only one life, ’twill soon be past,
Only what’s done for Christ will last.
And when I am dying, how happy I’ll be,
If the lamp of my life has been burned out for Thee








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Monday, December 10, 2018

Celebrating Poet Emily Dickinson

Painting of the Dickinsons
as children
American Poet, Emily Dickinson, was born on December 10, 1830.  What strikes me most was her almost unnatural reclusiveness. For her this was the norm. For someone who was often out of sight, there was much going on behind the scenes as revealed through her poetry, writings, letters. I barely scratched the surface here.

Solitude was for Emily Dickinson a necessity; it was her natural state.  As she explained, "The appetite for silence is seldom an acquired taste."  Like all creative persons, she needed time in which to set down her fast-running thoughts, to capture them before they swept past ... she must find an outlet for the thoughts pounding within her.  Only in poetry did she find release.  And there must be time for books ... 'those enthralling friends.' (source, unknown)









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Thursday, June 14, 2018

Husbands and Dads: Not Perfect. Neither are You

He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.”

― Bob Marley

Happy Father's Day, June 17th!









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Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Favorite: Elizabeth Barrett Browning



Remembering Elizabeth Barret Browning who was born on March 6, 1806.  This is my favourite poem of hers.

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
   I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
   My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
   Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
   I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely as they turn from Praise.

   I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
   I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
   Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.













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Friday, January 15, 2010

How Do I Love Thee?

Let me count the ways.
   I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
   My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
   Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
   I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely as they turn from Praise.

   I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
   I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
   Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING



Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Future Shock

An adorable picture of soon-to-be-married Dimas & Marni "borrowing" two cute Babies - Gabriella & Sylas

My mind has been on weddings/marriage recently as it's something I look forward to with our own children. No one is married yet, but it's  inevitable.  I am excited, yet a little apprehensive as I know it means our children separating from me and DH as parents in order to start their own families.  Hey, I suppose it's good to look at this upcoming Season of Life in terms of growth and fruitfulness in the Biblical sense. Our children's marriages will hopefully mean many, many, many Grandkids (the more the merrier); so the quote below by Herbert Hoover is appropriate.
Wonder of Life

Children are the most wholesome part of the race, the sweetest, for they are freshest from the hand of God.  Whimsical, ingenious, mischievous, they fill the world with joy and good humor.  We adults live a life of apprehension as to what they will think of us; a life of defense against their terrifying energy; a life of hard work to live up to their great expectations.  We put them to bed with a sense of relief--and greet them in the morning with delight and anticipation.  We envy them the freshness of adventure and the discovery of life.  In all these ways, children add to the wonder of being alive.  In all these ways, they help to keep us young.