Wake Up Kitty

He always seems to feel sad, the little guy, the  white cat . He always seems to be afraid, is hiding, only goes out late. He always seems to leave  before midnight , although he knows he'll be molested by ... in a fight. He always seems to be in for a chat, he is very talkative, that white cat! He always seems to refuse a hug,  a kiss , (unless it's my daughter's) the white cat, but he's just fine the way he is. The picture is made by me with my Samsung J5 smartphone. I am a #mobileblogger. What you see is my daughter's white cat Mew, who is not deaf by the way.

No! It wasn't me. I do not drink. Only empty bottles? That's what you see? Nope, that wasn't me! Honest. It wasn't me. I drink with care. I always start late. I wait till after High Tea. Honestly, that's me! Sure. It wasn't me. It's my twin brother. He has no limit. He does drink for three. For sure, it wasn't me! Trust. It wasn't me. I am not addicted, no alcoholic. I can let it be. Trust me, it wasn't me. Tasting. It wasn't me. I don't drink! Alcohol in a beker? I'm just sipping my tea. That wasn't me! Testing, trying, toasting, cheerin', beer, wine, vodka, gin. Excuses big, Excuses small, It was me who heard them all! This picture is a pixabay.com pic. I am a  #mobileblogger , I write all my content with my smartphone. This post was my entry for a #freewrite contest at #Steemit and been poster there.

Alone I am finally at home, in peace and harmony just Mother Earth and me. No need to worry on carry ... This is where I will stay forever. Waiting till all of my days are gone. Do not worry, I am back home ... So long! This is my entry at a #WeKu 365 days poem #contest no. 28

Do not fear, don't be scared. It was there from the moment on you were born. It is the only thing you can count on! The Death was once famous in story tales all over the world. In earlier times we felt fine with the next life-level. Now we try to forget about the Death asap. For years it was there, waiting at my bed patiently. No fear, just positive fibes, feelings of peace, trust, knowing I am safe. This poem is an "eleven" (11 words to say..).

I joined a poetry contest at weku. I just found out about it and gave it a chance. The whole idea is to write a poem and keep writing (daily so 365 a year). This time there was a picture showed you had to write a poem about. I choose to write an "eleven" (in Dutch: Elf). This poem only counts 11 words, so you need to pick out the right words with care. 365 days of poetry challenge Commitment. Long road. It will end. No way to turn. Endless.

I've never seen a lazy sun, it's always busy, at work. It's the same with all those bugs, dying to give me hugs. How dearly is that mosquito, buzzing love songs in my ear. She makes me hit her... rhytm, she's all that I do hear. Barking dogs. Locust plague and roaking frogs causing stress. I've had it, I'm so mad, sleeping naked is not that bad. The poem above is a madrigal. This one is written in lines of seven syllables and is comprised of three tercets.

Crashed? Damned thing! An exploit within? Doing again an other scan, using the next viruskiller then. An exploit takes advantage of me, a big crime and scam it is, really! I do  NOT  pay ransom is that clear! To exploit others makes you feel complete? I dont pay, but... delete! My entree for the #fiftywordsfriday #writingcontest at #weku If you like to join have a look here .

(My entree to a #writingcontest, I had to use the w ord work . It is a #turbotale and counts exactly 10 0 words.) #monday100 - I do work! OMG! I forgot, I ain't hot. I ain't a jerk, I am just at work! I won't complain, I fit I am secure, fast, I'm it! I am attached to it and with. I know for sure you need me, right? I'm very productive, efficient, day and night! I'm what you see and have nothing to hide. I won't complain about you nor work, as it. I won't get tired, sick, a work alcoholic. I know, all I know, is work. I know I ain't the jerk. I know I ain't hot. I am a... robot! I work. work I... @writingcontests has writingcontests 4 times a week. Fellow writers you might like to join a contest too? How about a turbo tale of 100 words on Mondays?

How much words does one need to say something? Most people are boring, bad storytellers, use too much words (sounds like the principal of a certain school). Next to this most people also do not like to read (or listen). What if we start using less words? Less for writing, way less for talking. How about trying out "in a nutshell" for a week or month? Might be people will pay way more attention if a nutshell-speaker finally speaks.

To those who have a lack of time, love to read fairy tales, this turbo tale is for you (voor Nederlands  zie hier ). Seven. Seven goats. Left home alone. Seven times bad luck. Mom's gone such a shame. The house is a big mess. Who made the anonymous phonecall to CPS? There is not even a piece of bread. One goat locked in the clock like a dog. Mr. Wolf appears, mom gets home the seven are... gone. The poem above is called an e.d.i.t. The turbo tale is based on my fairy tale: "The wolf and the seven..." (there is only a Dutch versi on). Note:  Mr. Wolf is an employee for CPS, finds the goats home alone. Mama goat left (she is out, wants some me-time as well). Back home she f ound her house empty.