Poetry Wednesday: 11/28/2012 Sign in and take the tour
Cats Took Over My House
by Susan Margulies Kalish
Cats took over my house!
Cats took over my house!
I never sleep;
They tickle my feet.
The couch I mourn;
The leather is torn.
The run and they zoom
by the light of the moon.
There’s never a day
They don’t want to play.
There’s nary a mouse,
just my fur covered spouse.
Cats took over my house!
There’s 9-Lives always,
and Friskies Buffets.
The rub my leg;
for turkey they beg.
I cry and I blink
when their box starts to stink.
They knock over clocks
while tossing my socks.
Cats took over my house!
They’re eating the plants
and go into a trance.
Newspaper they shred
on the floor-that I dread.
They twitch and they scheme;
must be having a dream.
They tear and they rip-
it has been quite a trip.
I say, nevermore!
but you know I adore
those
cats that took over my house!
-From The Cerebral Jukebox A Collection of Urban Poetry
Many thanks to my sister, Laura who slaved away for hours recreating what once was here on WordPress.org.
This is a final homage to Multiply.com, a blogging site that had it all and, sadly, is soon to lose it all. The Florida company that created it sold to a company in The Philippines whose only goal is to become the next ebay.com or amazon.com of Southeast Asia. There was never a second thought given to those of us who wrote on the multiply platform for years, posted photographs and shared windows into our worlds. I do believe that in its own way Multiply contributed to world peace by allowing us to link together and better understand one another. It is unfortunate that our time is so short lived.
Truth to tell, we never knew how good we had it; there is no other blogging site that offers as much to those of us creative types who fashioned posts in multimedia.
Hundreds if not thousands of us met in groups of common interests: creative writing, photography, art appreciation, cooking, travel, theater, movies; you name it–there was a group. We supported one another during trying times and opened our souls to people we never met. Multiply helped us transcend time and place, it promoted a kind of spirituality in that one didn’t need a body, good looks, good health or money, to make friends. One just needed a kind heart.
I met some of the greatest people on multiply.com from points all over the globe. I will be forever thankful.
For a number of years I hosted a weekly group called Poetry Wednesday, which I inherited from some folks on Yahoo 360°. People from all over the world would post a poem that they wrote or loved and share it. In its heyday around forty people would participate and it might require days to “take the tour.” My sister, Laura inherited the task and hosted many beautiful Wednesdays. I look back at all those days of poetry fondly. It was the sharing and the kindness of the participants that was delightful: you don’t have to know people in person for your heart to sing.
And so, one last time…
Hello, and welcome back to Poetry Wednesday 11/21/2012. You can sign in today and take the tour thru December 1st 2012, so take your time.
I’ll be your hostess again until Multiply goes black, even though I have been taking care of seven cats (treating four of them–and myself for ringworm) and preparing for Thanksgiving!
Before we get started, please make sure that your post has a link to get back to this page to make it easier to take the tour:
1) Copy and paste the following link that I have provided for you from this page to somewhere on your poetry post.
Link back to the Poetry Wednesday tour on Sans Souçi’s page
2) Leave the link of your poetry post in the comments section below. This is the link guests will click on to read your poem.
“She could see to the horizon to where the Brooklyn and Manhattan bridges formed necklaces.” So writes Susan Margulies Kalish in The Cerebral Jukebox, her first collection of poetry. With an astute eye for the telling detail, she evokes her childhood in Manhattan’s Lower East Side. Stuyvesant Town, a middle-class housing development of a hundred look-alike buildings, became her mid-city haven during the baby boom that followed World War II. Her favorite jukebox hits of the Fifties filter through free verse vignettes, recalling a time of innocence, while the songs of the Sixties echo the turbulence of her coming of age in a time of great change. In succeeding sections she celebrates family, travel, and historical connection, bringing the book’s jukebox journey full circle. Complete with the author’s illustrations that eloquently weave together family and neighborhood photographs throughout, The Cerebral Jukebox shares unforgettable recollections from one woman’s life as she matures from childhood to adulthood in the greatest city in the world.”
For more information about The Cerebral Jukebox, see Susan’s author website:
susanmargulieskalish.com
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Thank you Pat, I went and saw and need to save. Going to try to preserve Tim’s work here.
The Ballad of Ordinary Wednesday
(Refrain:)
Oh, have you spent an ordinary Wednesday
Wandering around feeling sad and blue
Nothing can make you happy try as you may?
Do you find yourself thinking of Sansouci Sue?
(I)
Sansouci was a modern marvel, wearing a dozen hats
She was a poet, a photographer and a lover of fine cuisine
She always found time to care for a dozen or so feral cats
She was an advocate, stood her ground without being mean
(II)
With the help of her sister Laura she re-created a blog
It had been discarded, left for dead by the Three Sixty
Lost like a ship at sea adrift in the early morning fog
She nurtured it to health and called it Poetry Wednesday
Refrain:
(III)
Poets came from all over the world to share their writing
There were Sonnets, and Tyburns and Acrostics, oh my!
I recall once seeing a poem called a Palindrome, or something
Some were humorous, while other brought a tear to the eye.
(III)
Oft times the poems were an original composition
Showcasing the talent of previously unknown poets
Others shared from a well known poet’s collection
To these we must say “Farewell” with deep regrets.
(IV)
Our beloved Poetry Wednesday is in our lives no longer
Without it our Wednesdays are as cold as Freon
I bid So long and good luck to the Multiply bloggers
I wish long life and good health in Jakarta to Stefan.
(Refrain)
So long, Sue
Sue, be sure and visit http://gileson.multiply.com/journal/item/1242/Farewell
This is wonderful…very apropos with your entourage of kittens.
As for Multiply…an era has ended but luckily the friends we found there are a click away. Your site looks great!
/:-)
Here I am this week:
http://laurasblogs.com/poetry-wednesday-11282012-its-the-journey-thats-important/