Oct2

‘O Sole Meow-o

Posted on October 2, 2011 by Stuart Nager

‘O Sole Meow-o

What a beautiful thing is a sunny day!

Ma n’atu sole,

cchiù bello, oje ne’

‘O sole meow-o

sta ‘nfronte a te!

‘O sole, ‘o sole meow-o,

sta ‘nfronte a te!

It’s my own sun that’s upon your face! The sun, my own sun,It’s upon your face!It’s upon your face!

O, how I wish you were here to hold me, my love…
My eternal goddess, the one who lays out my feast,
The one who takes the emptiness of lonely days
And smothers me with kisses

Transfixed, am I, with the golden rays of love
You so sweetly give to me, with stroking,
Chucking and a squeeze…you hold me up to your own inner light
And I am putty in your hands.You left me, left me, left me,
And all I can do is rend and tear, gnaw and gash;
I roam these empty rooms, these halls, and show you my wrath
A present from within left in an unsightly manner

Sleeping in the sunlight, the only warmth I have, the…
Wait..the click, the latch, the swinging in…O…
It is my love, O, it is she
My heart beats with a mighty…wait, I’ll ignore her for a moments time,
Then grind my way between her legs.

She scoops me up, tickles my belly, and I flail in delight.

I am whole again.

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OK…before ANYONE tries to read something more into this, I will do what I loathe: explain myself.

I found the picture of the kitten, and just the expression (photo-shopped or not) and the posture was just too good to pass up. Again, before my mind takes me to The Abysmal Dollhouse, or the drama that will happen on Wednesday October 5th with my first The Rule of Three posting…I just wanted to have some fun. Stu’s just wanna have fun.

I just submitted this to Poetry Picnic blogfest thingy, hosted at The Gooseberry Garden. Check them out: the theme was Love and Loss…and, well, Kitty exemplifies all that.

43 Responses »

The Gooseberry Garden of Jingle Poetry on December 6, 2011 at 10:48 pm said:

cute.

How is your day?

Time flies, appreciated your handsome inputs to our poetry picnic.

Share a poem today.
Bless you.
Happy December,
Enjoy A Wonderful Wednesday Ahead.

xoxox

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- bornstoryteller on December 7, 2011 at 7:39 am said:
  
  Thank you. My hands are almost working again, so…soon. Still working around things. I’ll be back for the Poetry garden.
  
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Shashi (@VerseEveryDay) on October 5, 2011 at 7:47 am said:

I think you could almost read its mind…

‘And I am putty in your hands.You left me, left me, left me,
And all I can do is rend and tear, gnaw and gash;
I roam these empty rooms, these halls, and show you my wrath’

It is seems so true and it might be too…

Thanks for sharing such a lovely verse and for joining in the Poetry Picnic … Look forward to your posts on “Friends, Relationships and every one around..” next week …

Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/10/whispers-love-and-loss-butterfly.html

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- bornstoryteller on October 5, 2011 at 7:48 am said:
  
  It was a fun pleasure, Shashi. Thanks for inviting me in.
  
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Morning on October 4, 2011 at 10:24 pm said:

amazing piece,
Thanks for sharing.

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- bornstoryteller on October 4, 2011 at 11:13 pm said:
  
  Thanks Morning
  
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Sarah Johnston on October 4, 2011 at 12:23 pm said:

You photo is adorable and the words to go with this are great you did a wonderful job here and please keep writing and sharing I do love to read you blog and poems
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/03/memories-and-photographs-of-you/#comment-1370

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- bornstoryteller on October 4, 2011 at 12:28 pm said:
  
  Thanks Sarah. I do appreciate it.
  
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Bodhirose on October 3, 2011 at 10:55 pm said:

This was so cute. I’m a cat person–meaning I am owned by a cat. I will not show this to her–she will want to up the ante on the attention she demands!

Just so you know, it is “wind”–not “grind” my way between her legs!

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- bornstoryteller on October 3, 2011 at 11:18 pm said:
  
  um…I wrote grind on purr-pose. I normally know what I’m writing. Normally, not always. Read it as grind, and make your own interpretation.
  
  See…this is what I mean.
  
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  - Bodhirose on October 4, 2011 at 12:20 pm said:
    
    Oh, that attempt by me of a joke did not go over well–sorry about that. Of course, you’re aware of what you’re writing. I apologize for that…
  - bornstoryteller on October 4, 2011 at 12:30 pm said:
    
    thanks. I’ve just had people on my case in certain areas, and my “thick skin” is worn thin. I THOUGHT it was meant lightly, due to the smiley face, but… yeah, sorry for my knee jerk reaction.
RoughWaterJohn on October 3, 2011 at 5:03 pm said:

That was wonderful. I don’t dare show this to my cats, they get enough attention as it is (though they would have you believe otherwise).

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- bornstoryteller on October 3, 2011 at 5:59 pm said:
  
  They are spoiled babies all the time!!!don’t show it to them…
  
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Li @FlashFiction on October 3, 2011 at 2:36 pm said:

I TOTALLY read something into this – passion, co-dependency, existential angst, abandonment issues and classic passive aggressive behavior. It’s perfectly obvious that you’re writing about an unhealthy relationship doomed to a tragic end. “Kitten” indeed. Bah! I spit upon your portrayal of women as “kittens”. Ptewww.

( Sigh. It hit my shoe.)

)))))) You know, if you’re going to put a disclaimer like that I can’t resist running with it )))))))

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- bornstoryteller on October 3, 2011 at 3:00 pm said:
  
  Li, I thought you would. Yes, I am uncovered and chastised in utter chastisement.
  
  Just want people to smile, you silly.
  
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The Cello Strings on October 3, 2011 at 1:44 pm said:

beautiful emotions expressed …

Happy Poetry Picnic.

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- bornstoryteller on October 3, 2011 at 2:59 pm said:
  
  I’ll have the breast, please. And a tall Root Beer. Yum.
  
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tigerbrite on October 3, 2011 at 12:05 pm said:

Beautiful story and I love the kitten, so cute, he looks like he is performing the poem..

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- bornstoryteller on October 3, 2011 at 3:09 pm said:
  
  Thanks Tiger…yeah, just a fun photo
  
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charlesmashburn on October 3, 2011 at 11:33 am said:

And fun it is! I loved the picture and the way you wrote about it. A classic, if you ask me. I think it’s a hit!

http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/10/02/two-yearning-heart/

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- bornstoryteller on October 3, 2011 at 11:35 am said:
  
  Thanks Charles. Always enjoy your work
  
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Mary Hudak-Colllins on October 3, 2011 at 10:38 am said:

Love the photo! What a soul-touching poem!

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- bornstoryteller on October 3, 2011 at 10:41 am said:
  
  Thanks Mary
  
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cath on October 3, 2011 at 10:37 am said:

I loved the post…the words were perfect. My first smile of the day.

I have had cats, and watched contortions such as this. My cat would reach up a wall just like this, and if I dangled a bit of string in front of her, I’d get the stretch. The photographer either planned well, or had an accomplice to help.

Isn’t it funny how a photo can make our minds whir with ideas? Thanks for the post.

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- bornstoryteller on October 3, 2011 at 10:40 am said:
  
  Cath, you’re welcome. It was just fun.
  
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Jill B on October 3, 2011 at 9:55 am said:

You were right, and it seems everyone agrees, you made a perfect match. Now , if you really want to be silly,put it on youtube and get that kitty movin like an old black & white flicker film, and the words underneath. That’s jilly-silly

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- bornstoryteller on October 3, 2011 at 9:57 am said:
  
  Hmmm…never thought of making a movie out of this: I do have the capabilities…silly indeed.
  
  Thanks Jilly Silly
  
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Savy on October 3, 2011 at 8:17 am said:

Meow….

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- bornstoryteller on October 3, 2011 at 9:39 am said:
  
  hee hee
  
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Adriene (SweepyJean) (@1plus1wednesday) on October 3, 2011 at 6:59 am said:

A poem is a poem! It’s a good one, too, and I can see how the pic was inspiring.

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- bornstoryteller on October 3, 2011 at 9:39 am said:
  
  Just being silly inspired. Thanks Adriene
  
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Janaki Nagaraj on October 3, 2011 at 5:14 am said:

Beautiful picture and wonderful words too…:-)

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- bornstoryteller on October 3, 2011 at 9:40 am said:
  
  It has to be photo-shopped. It was too good to be true. Thanks Janaki
  
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aienxoxo on October 3, 2011 at 3:37 am said:

aienxoxo reblogged this on A blog full of nothing.

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- bornstoryteller on October 3, 2011 at 9:41 am said:
  
  Thank you so much…I guess. First time someone reblogged something I wrote.
  
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jan on October 3, 2011 at 2:30 am said:

Marvelous simply marvelous…great to smile at the end of a long day great words to go with that adorable little kitten pic (photo-shopped or not). Thanks, I cuddle mine with a little more thought tonight. LOL

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- bornstoryteller on October 3, 2011 at 9:41 am said:
  
  Jan..watch out for the vengeful kitty. Glad you enjoyed it.
  
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InJensMind on October 3, 2011 at 2:11 am said:

LOL!!! Oh yes yes yes. If it wasn’t bad enough that I sing the song every chance I get I will know be meowing the mio. Great Stu, just great.

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- bornstoryteller on October 3, 2011 at 9:42 am said:
  
  It is meant to be meowed. Enjoy it…just no hairballs Jen.
  
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Holly Jahangiri on October 2, 2011 at 11:05 pm said:

Priceless. You didn’t have to explain yourself to ME – I got it! What an adorable photo – and the purrrrr-fect words to go with it.

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- bornstoryteller on October 2, 2011 at 11:14 pm said:
  
  Thanks Holly. I just wanted people to take it for what it was, no offbeat interpretation.
  
  I’m not a “post a pic of a cute cat/kitten” type, but this one SCREAMED “tell my story”
  
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  - Holly Jahangiri on October 2, 2011 at 11:19 pm said:
    
    I hear ya. I’m not into the “kittehs” either. But this one’s cute. Probably fake, but definitely cute.