cheetaahh's spot

My Feline Acrobat

2011-05-06T22:49:00.000-07:00

My Feline Acrobat

I’m busy doing
my morning routine
in the bathroom.

Sasha likes to sit in
the north-facing window there
in the cool dawn shade.

I’m between the floor
and the window sill. She
does not want me to pick her up.

From the marble tiles,
she bounds up to my right leg,
springing onto the window sill.

As she grooms herself,
only then does my feline roommate
allow me to pet her longer than momentarily.

May 6, 2011

A Day at the Park...

2011-04-18T22:54:00.000-07:00

The lake at MacArthur Park in the Westlake/MacArthur Park section of LA isn't the most beautiful of lakes. It's a park that sits right in the middle of the city. But, I took this photo because of the message and painting on the concrete planter. Before I snapped the photo, there were 3 seagulls sitting there. I waw just a minute too late, since the one sea gull took off. But I like the message, "Let's Work Together." Sounds like a good thing for all of us to do on any day.

Tonight on the way home, I saw a woman get on the bus; she hadn't closed her wallet correctly, and there was something that looked like it was going to fall out of it. I tapped the man in front of me on the shoulder and asked very politely if he could tell her. Well, he was less than polite, telling me that I was bothering him. Such is life. I told the woman on the when I exited the bus and she thanked me.

Is there ever any season or right time for being courteous or kind? I think not...

Some of the birds at MacArthur Park

2011-04-14T23:12:00.000-07:00

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I love birds, I don't care what kind they are. I even love birds other people think are pests. Well, MacArthur Park isn't one of the best parks in SoCal, but I needed a walk the other day and I walked around the lake and took pictures of the birds there. Here are just a few of the photos I took.

Photos from Memorial Day

2010-06-04T18:13:00.000-07:00

Seeing as how I dislike posting my photos on facebook - it's too difficult and causes too much trouble on my computer, I will post them here from now on. My friends can come here and look at my photos. This way they belong to me and I don't have to fuss with fb's stupid rules. ;-) I had more photos, but they didn't come out very well - I'm still trying to learn what I'm doing with my camera (most of the photos turned out like the people in them had skin disease since I used the wrong light setting) - but I have been getting more comfortable with the basics of Photoshop. Enjoy the few photos I have posted here. When I get time, I'll revise and post more.

One Bird

2010-04-01T21:42:00.000-07:00

Bird on rope
sits
in quiet contemplation

Crimson sun
frames
tiny song messenger

Avian contends with
dangers
speaking its own foreign tongue

Human writing poem
wishes
to understand this language

Before the next
sunset
winged creature flies home

Black Shirts of Love: Sixteen Short Years

2009-11-08T19:26:00.000-08:00

in memory of Melody Ross, 16 years old

Who says one person can't
make a difference?
When a stray bullet
cut Melody's life short,
a wave of students
wearing black shirts
in her memory
swept across the nation
reminding those who knew her
and those who didn't
how much her life meant
and what it represented

Melody and I are worlds
apart since she will never reach
old age and I look back
on my youth in high school
as a distant memory
when we never worried
about stray bullets
or our fellow students
having guns

We grew up with different
concerns because then,
as high school students
we wept for a president we
saw as our nation's hope
while her classmates
shed tears for a girl whose
potential remains untapped
for firearms are too easily
accessible

Reading the news story today
I wept for Melody's
family and friends who
understood as a result
of her death that life
does not have enough time
to spread love through
sixteen short years

Tearful Way

2009-11-06T11:53:00.000-08:00

Awakening from her dream
she cries
knowing
that her tears spill
into all grief's stages
welcomed
as a way to help
its flow
to a place
where she meets
the One who can
soothe the ache
no one can see
or touch

Moon Ride

2009-11-03T10:19:00.000-08:00

She was at my left shoulder
during most of the ride
whispering what I chose
not to believe
You're stronger than you know"
I looked at her

She winked
Yes,it's true

Then she disappeared
hiding in front of the bus
I settled in with my thoughts
and came into the station

Exiting the bus
there she was to greet me
shining over the station entrance

Ok, I agree with you

first clematis

2009-08-02T13:14:00.000-07:00

first clematis

lonely clematis
first one to arrive
grace this unadorned stone wall
before long other blossoms will flourish
craft a blush carpet

along this tall divider
awakened from winter’s
slow sleep opened lilac blooms
brighten fertile vines
in summer’s mirthful rotation

invite into your center’s heart
honey bees and hummingbirds
to feed, to spread your beauty
companionless clematis you live
today and die tomorrow

while you breathe the Lord
loves your provisions
when you expire He will gather
all your companions into His arms
as He does with each cherished creation

On Becoming a Sexagenarian

2009-07-30T22:52:00.000-07:00

On Becoming a Sexagenarian

In my teens, I wanted to be old enough to drive
When I attained that freedom, I didn’t realize
its full responsibility

Before I turned 21, I desired the ability to drink
alcohol legally in NJ; when I did, I could not
comprehend its destructive power in my life

In my thirties, I mourned leaving my twenties
as I was now in the phase of my life
where I once said, “don’t trust anyone over thirty”

When I hit the big four-o, I learned it was not
a fatal condition; I was not as wise or grown-up
as I thought I was in my twenties

Then I became fifty; it was an age people
called “over-the-hill,” so why did I not feel that way?
After all, age was a mental aberration

And now, I reach a milestone to which
I look forward because in the ensuing years
being in your sixties became acceptable

A Different Teacher

2009-07-28T21:20:00.000-07:00

A Different Teacher

She never went to school
but she taught lessons
I’ve never learned
in any course

Education I receive
takes time
and is often repeated
I can’t ask this lady questions
since her language and mine
are not distinctly understandable
to each other
Yet, we have our own
kind of communication

In her way
she showed me
that allowing her the choice
of coming
to me without seeking
her first means
more intimate acceptance
of my companionship

My own assignments
I often comprehend with difficulty
that being who I am
is more attractive
than if I seek to be like
those whose company I desire

Blindspot

2009-06-22T16:03:00.000-07:00

In that moment
when going from light
to dark where
no vision exists
back into sun again
when sight returns
it’s too late
for defensive moves
to avoid the inevitable

Quite a forgotten blog...

2009-04-13T21:36:00.000-07:00

I sometimes can't keep up with my blogs. So I'm just posting something here to let myself know I'm still in the game.

Cheetah

2009-02-25T19:47:00.000-08:00

She’s fast
just by looking at her
body design
It’s evident in the way
nature made her
long, thin legs
deep chest for larger lung capacity
black tears down the face
a longer tail to balance and steer

Such a good mother
to cubs who sometimes don’t
make it to adulthood
as she preys so her cubs
become prey
for lions and hyenas
They are stronger than she
this lonely mother
with no help raising offspring

Still neither of these creatures
chirps and purrs
the way cheetah vocalizes
giving the illusion
she’s not as ferocious
as those who roar
or bark

Centered in Blue

2009-02-06T20:35:00.001-08:00

earth is
thirsty for what falls
from above azure
as steely bundles of porous
cotton blot it out
Their undersides form angry
grey masses
Heavy air electrifies
with potential

she
has no azure crowded out
by massed anger
just falling tears
from earth-tone eyes
Life’s drought
shows in aged skin

earth’s
Golden leaves lean with invisible
pressure moving through their
branches that fall
when their cycle finishes

her
branches don’t reach
towering toward the sky
in mute supplication
They don’t sway with
powerful invisible forces
Desires drown in cupped hands
twist into a shapes formed
by concrete boundaries
binding an inconspicuous heart

Beneath the Corona

2009-02-05T12:11:00.000-08:00

Midday the sun's corona shines
on the rich and the poor
Beneath its blaze a jet
flies south banks east
homeward or away
from its comfort

On the ground
a well-dressed woman walks
while chatting with a ragged
homeless man
They sit on a bench inside
a lighting distributor's fence

I check my wallet
already knowing I only have two dollar
bills inside
He needs them more than I do
as I'm on my way to the bank

Impatient for the bus
I choose a favorite song on the iPod
and sing as I walk to the next stop
I'm on my way to get the rent money

On the bus I wonder
if there's a difference
between this man and I
He has no home
I will hand over all but thirty-five
dollars of the deposit I just received
to keep a roof over my head

Yeah, we're both kind of broke

Arid World

2009-01-27T13:32:00.000-08:00

Sun parches its existence
a struggle to stay cool
Water's hidden here
scarce
Below the ground
wiggle under

My photo (for today)

2009-01-26T14:26:00.001-08:00

I saw this leaf on the ground when I was sitting at a bus stop on the way to the LA Zoo - one of my favorite places to walk and take photos.

Priorities

2009-01-26T13:34:00.000-08:00

Here I am again. This week is a blank slate that I must fill with so many tasks to do. Today, no matter what else I get done or don't, I will go to the gym, or exercise in some way during the day. It's been over 1 1/2 years since I've been there, but with working on my health, when I don't have work, it's to become a priority - exercise.

Another priority is submitting at least (if not more) one poem a month to a publication. It's a line I've been standing at for years and have not crossed - yet.

Before the end of this month/week - only a few days away - I will make rough drafts of curriculum for Upward Bound summer programs and call colleges and universities to see which of them have UB programs. I will apply for them in February or March, whenever the openings are posted. Even though I'm moving to a less expensive place, I want to be in the habit of not sitting back and waiting until the last minute to find

From this moment forward motivation is the key to my life in health, work, or any other area. No New Year's Resolutions, just healthy mind, body, and soul goals.

Cheetahs are not lazy animals. They have to fight for their food. I love cheetahs as a motivational type of animal, so I need to be like one and fight for my survival and forward motion.

In the know...

2009-01-19T17:54:00.000-08:00

Now I know what I'm doing here and I've spent several days making some improvements to my site. I will be posting poetry here - my own. When I have time, I will also create a blog for my Lessons from Life - my daily reflection journal. The photos I have on here are for inspiration for you (and I) to write poetry.

I've listed some of my favorite sites on my blog and in my profile. I'm so happy I finally figured how to make a nice blog!

cheetaahh's here

2008-11-20T11:52:00.000-08:00

I am cheetaahh, lover of cats and other animals. My favorite wild cat (ok, I love them all!) is the cheetah - swift, sleek and beautiful. The more I learn about cheetahs and other wild cats, the happier I am. I use wild cats and other animals as inspirations for my poetry.

Recently, I entered a local chapbook contest using quite a different theme - my city - Los Angeles and the different areas. Of course I naturally included several animal poems, since they are such a big part of my life. But, I will use these poems as a starter for my next chapbook. I'm in the process of forming different sections for this book. Since I have cities (well, only small sections of LA) I will expand it to a section on animals, my life, etc...

Most of all, I will do my best to write in this blog as much as possible, even with my dysfunctional "g" key.

the animal in me (rough draft)

2007-03-22T19:55:00.000-07:00

just as an animal is soothed
by a darkened room,
so i am by the coming of night.

the imprint of my heart
on life's hardness - like leaf
imprints in concrete -
will make a difference

i have more strength
than i realize or want
in any given moment.

Not sure what I'm doing here yet...

2007-03-17T21:43:00.000-07:00

but it seemed to be a good idea at the time, since I wanted to join the poetry workshop on Thursday nights. Now, if I can just figure out how to post poetry here, I'll be doing fine and dandy.