Happy Thanksgiving...

 

November brings a special day

with thought about my family

remembrance of Thanksgivings past

with laughter in everyone’s heart

 

November brings a special day

with early rise to prepare ‘Tom’

remember who wants the drumstick

and who insists on the white meat

November is a special day

as family arrives from their homes

excited at Mom’s on this day

full of love we all can not wait

 

November is a special day

wait for the turkey to be done

sit at Mom’s decorative table

‘Tom’ is now ready to be served?

 

Surprise...

We’re going to a restaurant!

Blessings from our House to Yours
Happy Thanksgiving from ~

Rhoda, Max and Gracie



God Bless America ~

How could anyone not love this Soldier

and his compassion for this cat?

 

God's Blessings to all our Military...

'Fuzzy' in the Weeds ~

 Photo by Carol Bales

 

Cats At Their Bowls Lapping

 

Imagine Angela,

after all these years,

rising and gliding

to check on my pie, 

 

wouldn’t that be something?

Angela, come to Chicago,

and bring all of your cats.

I’ll watch those cats 

 

in your lap napping,

you in my lap napping,

the cats at their bowls lapping,

and I in my chair laughing.

 

Angela, bring all of your cats

and come to Chicago

to make Coquilles St. Jacques

and Jefferson Davis Pie.

 

“If ever I cook dinner for you,

it will be Coquiles St. Jacques

and Jefferson Davis Pie.”

© Donal Mahoney

 

Donal Mahoney, a native of Chicago, 

lives in St. Louis, Missouri. His poetry and fiction

have appeared in The Sound of Poetry Review

and other publications in the United States, 

Europe, Asia and Africa. 

 

 

'Expressions' wishes to thank Mr. Mahoney
for his submission and his love of Felines...rg



Featuring Poet Jan Henson ~

'7 year old female found by Jan Henson

when she was 18 months old living on the streets...

Cattykin
  
Cattykin
Come on in
Sit by the fire and drink your warm milk
I will brush you ‘til you are like silk
Sit on my knee and cuddle down so you can sleep
A watchful gaze for you, I will lovingly keep
A purring song you make
Warm love from you I take
Here’s your twin
Cattykin

© Jan Henson, England

Lucky Leaf Poetry Form - Created by Christina R. Jussaume 08-22-07

The form should be center aligned to give the shape of a clover

Syllables are 3, 3, 9, 9, 12, 12, 6, 6, 3 and 3 - It can be any subject

with or without rhyme - There can be one or more stanzas

Incredible Photo...

Photographer Unknown...

Submitted to 'Expressions' by

Elsie Catterson, LI, NY

Featuring Donal Mahoney's Poetry ~

My Name is Fuzzy ~ Photo by Carol Bales

Feline in Winter

Some days you think the cat will stay till summer comes, 

this Prodigal Son you've fed for years, this feral cat

who comes and goes and comes again when hunger strikes. 

But he just eats and leaves your porch, 

despite the pillows plumped for a Sultan’s duff. 

He disappears in falling snow 

only to appear again outside your door at dawn, 

his green eyes dancing when he sees you bring 

his mound of kibble, topped with tuna, 

and his bowl of milk. Some days he mounts  

the pillows for a nap. At noon, however, 

he begins to yowl. He wants out again 

to parade triumphant down the walk, 

his tail an exclamation point. He romps 

across the snow and fits beneath the fence. 

He's gone again. Out of sight.

He plans to spend another evening  

where the feral cats hold services.  

They yowl and fight and copulate 

till hunger strikes and then 

this Prodigal Son comes back and sits 

outside your door with tail wound round

and waits for you to bring his kibble,

topped with tuna, and his bowl of milk.

Then, he's gone again. Out of sight.

© Donal Mahoney

 

Donal Mahoney, a native of Chicago, 

lives in St. Louis, Missouri. His poetry and fiction

have appeared in The Sound of Poetry Review

and other publications in the United States, 

Europe, Asia and Africa.

'Expressions' wishes to thank Mr. Mahoney for his submission...rg

Sic'em Big Boy...

Submitted to 'Expressions' by
Dena M. Ferrari, NC

Drift

Your heavy desire

only allow you to see

what you are looking for

Travel the road with questions

look high and low along the way

seek the answers do not soar



Confusion causes doubt

clear the mind step by step

take a stroll to the truth

Grow within the lost heart

harsh lessons are now learned

go back to trustful youth
 

 Sing to the heart with love

answers will reveal doubt

from a wing of a dove

Drift to places of peace

calm the minds doubtful side

joy will come pain will cease

© Rhoda Galgiani

First 3 lines are from my fortune cookie - rg

Adorable to Love...

 

How Could You Not Love Me???

 

Submitted to 'Expressions' by

Jan Henson, Poet ~ England

View Jan's Poetry in the Writers Forums at the Writers and Poetry Alliance
Search: nefertari   http://poetryandpublishing.co.uk/


Dear Diary

A Day at the Seashore

Ocean breeze caresses the shore

Brings a breath home again once more

Gently dusts white sands

As the sea shell lands

 Reaching hands

Touch and score

Ocean breeze kiss the sea’s white crest

As waves crash with a hardy zest

 Loudly as thunder

Fish swim deep under

They wonder

Where to rest

Ocean breeze comes to quiet calm

As branches relax on the palm

Sun sets in the west

Nature comes to rest

Night is blessed

Sings in psalm

- Rhoda Galgiani

Featuring ~ Raul Moreno, Poet

Austin Whinery (pictured)

  

'Expressions' is Proud to Feature ~

 

'I'll Be There'

 

by Poet Raul Moreno, OK 

 

To read more about this Poet

You may Google - Raul Moreno Poetry



A Short Distance...

A Single Tree Lives Alone in the Meadow

Dedicated to the Senior Citizen

A mile is a short

distance unless you

times it by another -

Joining the walk

together is a bond

that should have

been there from

its beginning -

One should not have

to walk alone when

that short mile is

within another path…


- Rhoda Galgiani

Love Me? Love You!

Submitted to 'Expressions' by

Barbara Dyson, NV



A Single Pink Rose

A single pink rose came to love my heart

Given with promise forever shall be

Bonding between two from the very start

A single pink rose became love from thee  

Given with promise forever shall be

Words spoken from one heart to another

A single pink rose became love from thee

Happiness fulfilled came from the other

Words spoken from one heart to another

Gentle moment’s love that was newly found

Happiness fulfilled came from the other

As two come together forever bound

Gentle moment’s love that was newly found

Bonding between two from the very start

As two come together forever bound

A single pink rose came to love my heart

- Rhoda Galgiani



Love Kitty Cat Style...

Love ~ Kitty Cat Style...

Submitted to 'Expressions' by

Dena M. Ferrari, NC

Doggie Confessions - Dog Lovers Get It!

Submitted to 'Expressions'

from a true Doggie Lover

Carole Wolfram, UT



I'm Mr. Max...

My name is Mr. Max

I am a Maine Coon Cat,

I’m almost 17 years

Let me bring you all cheers

Life has been good to me

I am happy full of glee,

Mom Oh, you know who I mean

cares for me this entire scene

  

When I was a tiny Kit

at the shelter, she came to get,

well actually, she adopted my Sis

came back for me she couldn’t dismiss

So, off we went to Mommy’s home

we were adopted never to roam,

that was 17 long years ago

my Sis has left me that is my woe

I use to be a big boy of 23 pounds

I am old and weight comes off in bounds,

my Mom she worries, I say, ‘Don’t fret’

I’m not ready to go just yet

So, this is my story I am loved a lot

I thank God Mom came for me she sought,

every Kitty should be so blessed

being adopted is the very, very best

Max Galgiani



Give Me a Moment...

 

 

Submitted to 'Expressions' by

Vernette Hutcheson, LA

Hope...

Hope is a word we use to

get where we want to be

but, sometimes people

use the word too freely -

forgetting to put a search

within the word - to find

what they are hoping for...

- Rhoda Galgiani

A Sea's Score

Evening mist touches one’s lips with a soft kiss

Beams of moonlight gleam with a heavenly touch

Cast a hollow glow in the salted sea mist

Sea breezes stir the salted air in one’s hutch

Grasp violence the sea blankets with its wrap

Captures in her finger’s with a tightened clutch

Waves crash the shoreline with her foamy white caps

Sea takes again white sand with her stormy wrath

Captures sea creatures pushed to shore in her traps

Shore is wildly blown from the wind in sea’s path

Violent rages as she claims again her shore

Drowns all - she commands nature its final bath

Those in her salty wake feel her declared war

As the sea casts her spell to even her score

- Rhoda Galgiani

Author's Note:
Terza Rima Sonnet - This form of poetry has an eleven syllable count in each line
and a rhyming scheme of aba, bcb, cdc, ded, ee

Anjana to Their Rescue...





 When hurricane Hannah separated two white tigers from their

mother, Anjana came to the Rescue. Anjana, a chimp at TIGERS

in South Carolina became surrogate mom and playmate to the

cubs, even helping with bottle feeding, according to The Sun.
But, here's the truly amazing part - This is something

Anjana does all the time, having helped raised

leopard and lion cubs on several occasions.

Submitted to 'Expressions' by

Vernette Hutcheson, LA

They...

Friends pick us up when we fall down

and if they cannot pick us up,

they lie down and listen for a while! 

  

Cheryl Donovan, NY

Police Dogs...

Submitted to 'Expressions' by

Carole Wolfram, UT

Disappeared...

It has already disappeared...

The day after the pictures were shot
there is no evidence it ever existed!

We took them at night when first discovered...
Pretty kewl, huh? dmf

Submitted to 'Expressions' from

Dena M. Ferrari, NC

Awesome...

Submitted to 'Expressions' by

Vernette Hutcheson, LA

A Dove's Dream...

Wing span seeks the circle of

bright white light above its tips,

gliding as if an artist pen lingers

in the feathers of delicate white

Height touches a shivering cold

not yet warmed by the venture,

waits to happen within the flight

of the Dove’s struggling wings

Flying in a circular fashion that

lifts the Dove higher and higher,

the wings momentum climbs steady

to reach the glowing white light

Blinded by the brilliance the flight must

quickly descend coming back to a reality,

to one’s station in life that is home as

the Dove that was dreaming - awakes

- Rhoda Galgiani

Friends...

You don't have to look like me to be my friend...

Submitted to 'Expressions' by

Barbara Dyson, NV

The Sixteenth Year...

The thought of sixteen comes painfully,

as if a stab in the heart from a memory

of an unfair justice, a choice not made of me,

a decision coming from a greater power

an event that is not of my will.

Yesterday is so vivid, painfully real,

a reality that I never want to endure again,

before my eyes close for the final journey,

when I seek the peace and love from my God,

as He promised me from the beginning.

A single tear comes to my eye as I

remember you and then I weep for

you are no more, you I cannot touch,

you I cannot see or lovingly feel,

for you were taken away for a purpose.

The memory of you is vivid as I remember

the gentleness of your eyes, the sweetness

of your smile, remembering the softness

of your voice as you whispered,

“I love you, Mom”.

I cry tears of a Mother’s emptiness,

for my Sunshine was taken that day

you saw the bright light leading

you to wherever we take our journey,

wherever is His will, whatever is His plan -

knowing we shall embrace again.

Dedicated to My Beloved Son

John Thomas Orokos

January 5, 1962 - August 12, 1996

© 2012 Rhoda Galgiani

Rules...



Submitted to 'Expressions' by

Barbara Dyson, NV



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