Using Mind Over Matter
A Choice You Can Make
Do the dreams wear out
does there come a time
when the possibilities
have been examined out
You can use mind power
cures anybody problems
Turn on this selection
of mind over my matter
and change a direction
cancers went last year
with pure predilection
radical exists no more
thus ending my problem
(c) 2005 Frank Anthony
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Past Lives
By Laura Greenall
Cerberus guards the gates of my hell,
While I push my burden ever upward.
I am Prometheus bound upon the mountain
While the eagles tear out my entrails day after day.
Harpies fly around me, banshees scream in my ears.
Whirling dervishes dance about me
Begging me to throw myself on the pyre.
As Scheherazade, I spin my thousand and one tales
The fates cut the thread
And the tapestry of my life unravels.
Only to reweave and begin again
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Physces Lament
By Laura Greenall
Through the mist, my lover’s kiss
Though his face I cannot see
So sweet a kiss, I’d sorely miss
His kisses give ecstasy
He comes to me in pitch of night
The black as thick as tar
When he comes, my heart takes flight
And flies up to the stars
His touch is gentle, though it’s hot
My soul I must acquiesce
To see his face, though I dare not
It is my heart’s request
I know not why he hides in shame
For I know Cupid is his name.
The Racing Cats
By Laura Greenall
It seems from the heavens they came
Hundreds of them to play the game
But only one cat would run to fame
For all the world his name to proclaim
I entered my cat. Her name is Sue
My brother entered his racing cat too
A big brute whose name is Blue
Another came from Kalamazoo
They lined up in groups of ten
The winners would then contend
But only on cat could win in the end
It mattered not, for we were all friends
The racing cats from County Cork
Were the only ones to make the mark
One took off as though he had tork
Shades of Dallas, his name was South Fork
South Fork was the best cat in the land
He was paraded with a big brass band
His proud owner thought it was grand
And toasted his cat with Old Granddad
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Lord of the Castle
By Laura Greenall
He strides through the hall without a sound
Searching the corners for what can be found
Ears alert and nose a twitch
He’s the favorite of the castle’s witch
Black as coal and fleet of foot
Tail aloft with a slight little crook
He hunts for the mice with the smoothest of ease
And kills them quick without even a tease
He’s the lord of the castle, though the king unbeknown
Tis the big black cat that should sit on the throne
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