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Inktober day 7 – Leprechaun and his pot of gold

Leprechaun with his pot of gold!

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For you are not perfect, I say

A tragedy is when humanity has lost its compassion for its fellow man

To cause him grief whenever you can

To comment of how he looks and lives

Yet you know him not

How can you do this, will you stop?

You are tearing lives apart by words

You have the voice of cowards

If things were turned and you were scorned for how you looked today

How would you feel when you get home, after you’ve walked away?

For you are not perfect, I say

It isn’t a laugh when you’ve said those things about a person’s weight

It isn’t funny when you’ve hurt your classmate

For her scars

For her red hair

It doesn’t matter, but you should care

A joke is not the excuse for causing her despair

Stop this hatred, stop it soon

Or someday judgment will bring your doom

I’m not talking religion here, but someday nasty words you’ll hear

And it won’t be you who is giving them

It will be another who’s chosen you to condemn

You are not perfect I say, but what you have now; let’s hope you keep it, hey?

For you never know what might happen

An accident to your face may rapine

I give you no threats but a warning

Don’t monish peoples adorning

For you are not perfect, I say.

 

 

 

 

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OCD Cat

There’s a cat in my garden that’s always washing

Sitting on cardboard boxes quashing

He’s never fazed as I watch, him licking his crotch

© Tina Cousins 2013

This poem is based on an actual cat in my garden, who has been visiting me ever since I moved here, his name is Toby and he belongs to a lady who lives two doors away from me. 

He is an odd looking cat, he is black, but as he is getting older he is progressively becoming ginger.

I’ve been ill with various viruses since November 2012, for some reason they’re lingering and affecting my whole household/family, this has meant the large boxes from Christmas has been left in a section of our garden this whole time, because they were too large to put in the bins, we were meant to break them down gradually to put in the recycling bin, but our sickness has prevented it, we are now thinking of burning them after checking for wildlife, but this may have to wait for a few more days.

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