art music poetry

Dreaming Tiger Poem by Dandelion De La Rue

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Dreaming Dream Tiger

The dreaming tiger
clung to me
his paws around my neck
his head, his silky head
upon my shoulder
eyes closed
cat smile,
weightless in his dreaming body
but warm, so warm.
I gently stroked his head.

He likes you
said the voice
the mystery voice
that comes to me sometimes
and I was glad.
I liked the tiger
too.

I rode the tiger
in my weightless dreaming body
and with him
nonchalantly strolled
as only cats can stroll
through magic forests
never looking down
or to the side
but only straight ahead.
We walk with
confidence
and strength.

Birds poem by Wayne Jackson

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Wayne Jackson was an ironworker. As a young man he fell 26 feet and broke many bones.

After hurting in all the broken places
And after writing three poems of madness
And after the sun has gone down
Low enough to come in the southern window
And warm me
And after the birds have settled in the yard,
Have fed and flown
But have brought no peace,
I take the pen hand
And rub the scarred parts of the other hand
Absentmindedly
I too
Wish to feed and fly
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Cat Poem by David Michael Jackson

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POEM TO MINDY
and there she is
my cat
she demands that my hands
touch her fur and
she demands my
total
attention
she knows she’s the only cat
that matters
that ever mattered.
She knows the cats of Egypt
I sometimes think she was there herself and added that
unknown quality to
the reliefs in the temple walls, for
she is the only cat that ever mattered as she wimpers that
demanding little
raorw

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