Glenda and Gwendolyn
Cow cats in waiting
They finally get their fix
Chomp chew happy purr
Spunk: “What now? Stupid paparazzo!”
Glenda relaxing
When cater-mortis set in
Good she recovered
Cow Cats In Waiting
Tag: Poetry
Hunting a Bunting
Tangle Heart Tree at dusk
Hunted a loud bird
Often heard but rarely seen
Shot him in a tree
Lazuli Bunting
Glow after sunset
Nobody Expects The Double Timku!
Steel Panther Coffee
While making floor plans color
Workin’ and playin’
Sweet potatoes sag
With skin like an elephant
Or like sun-baked boobs
Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en la Casa.
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price. Vocals and CGI by Teagan Riordain Geneviene.
The lyrics for the song are adapted from a poem I wrote in 2017 when we had nine cats:
We enter the age of Aquarius
Clawing at the cuffs of Heaven
Fluorine feline in the household
A clowder of kitties
Infested
Novem gatti
Fruits of the Spirit
Nine worthies, three of each
But who can say which
Pagans, Christians, Jews?
All piled together
Napping nonagon de gnari
Like the symphonies of Beethoven
Each plays their way
Into our hearts
A naping nonagon de gnari. CGI by Teagan Riordain Geneviene.
The poem is all about Nine:
Nine is said to be lucky in Aquarius, and nine is believed to symbolize divine completeness. Fluorine is the atomic number nine, a clowder is a group of cats, and there are nine fruits of the Spirit. Jacques de Longuyon wrote “Voeux du Paon”, a popular 14th-century romance, where he introduced the “Nine Worthies”— three Pagans, three Christians, and three Jews: Hector, Alexander the Great, and Julius Caesar; King Arthur, Charlemagne, and Godfrey of Bouillon; Joshua, David, and Judas Maccabeus — who were historical, legendary and scriptural figures that characterized the ideals of chivalry in the Middle Ages. A nonagon is a nine-sided polygon, and Beethoven wrote nine symphonies.
Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en la Casa.
By Timothy Price
[Chorus x2)
Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en la casa
Mama Mia! C’est la vi
[Verse 1]
As we enter
The Age of Aquarius
Clawing at
The cuffs of Heaven
A flock of feline
In the household
Or are they called
A clowder of cats?
[Chorus x2)
Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en las casa
Mama Mia! C’est la vi
[Verse 2]
Nove gatti
Fruits of the Spirit
Nine worthies
Three of each
But who can say
which they might be
Pagans, Christians
Or the Jews?
[Bridge]
All piled together
One atop the other
A naping nonagon de gnari
Or you can say
But say it with conviction
Nine cats napping
In a pile
[Chorus x2)
Ach Nein! Nine Gnari en las casa
Mama Mia! C’est la vi
[Outro]
Like nine
Symphonies
Roll over
Beethoven
Each plays
Their way
Into
Our hearts
Little In-between
As days come and go
Camera sees dawn and dusk
Little in-between
TNBC
Christmas Eve Dawn
It’s the night before Christmas
And all through the house
The cats are all quiet and lying about
Dreaming of catnip and catching a mouse
While Blue waits for the rat in the fridge to thaw out
The birds are all ready to roost for the night
To wait for the fat guy with a beard that’s all white
Then they all looked at me round-eyed and distraught
“You’re fat with white hair and a white beard, are you not?”
I’m fat, my beard’s white, that I cannot deny
But I’m not him, I assure you, and I’ll tell you why
He’s jolly, wears red, and carries a sack
I’m a curmudgeon and cranky, and I always wear black
But before you all get your tails in a twitch
Besides old Santa, there’s La Befana, the witch
So, one or the other or both they may call
Offering peace and prosperity for one and for all
Christmas Eve Sunrise
Sheep, Glenda & Silver dreaming of catnip and catching a mouse. Well, maybe not the Sheep.
Marble: “Bah humbug! Wipe that smile off your silly face, Santa!”
Marble: “Talk to the Christmas paw!”
Silver: “Crown me the Cat of Cats!”
Silver’s bow
Silver’s bow
It’s Christmas time for the kitties
Ding-a-ling
He’s Kitty King
Tomorrow will be Christmas Day
Gwendolyn: “Hey, stupid Paparazzo! You’re not the only cranky curmudgeon wearing all black!”
Moonrise over Resa’s tree on Chrismas Eve.
Daybreaker
Daybreaker
Dream waker
Your colors are messing around with me.
Daybreaker
Demon slayer
Your light enables me to see.
Daymaker
Timeraker
Darkness will soon be consuming me.
Daybreak
I think there’s gonna be a daybreak…
I can see it in the stars…
Daybreak!
Night Rider
Dawn. Venus was still bright.
Reminiscent of nights gone by
Once again, riding in the dark
Eyes shine ahead
Coyotes and cows are split
By a sharp beam of light
Scamper into darkness
Only owls break the silence
As cold air rolls off the mountains
Splashing over the levee
Drenched in frigid air
Consumed by darkness
Sagebrush, cottonwood, and Jupiter rising.
Cottonwoods reach down and grab at you in the dark.
Light from a creature or spirit up ahead.
Dusk with lots of colorful particulate in the air.
Día de los Muertos
November 2nd is Día de los Muertos. The Day of The Dead. The Commemoration of All the Faithful Departed. All Souls’ Day. Or whatever you want or don’t want to call it.
Like Phoenix rising
From the ashes of lost souls?
Or all souls today?
Off Center & Not Even 