Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson Poems

He’s my porch cat,
Mr. Jake is
He sometimes comes on in
To slake his
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I watch my little Angel cat,
A frolicking, dancing,
Gold-and-blue-eyed cotton ball
Of a little Angel cat,
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I was arguing with an echo,
in the mountains near my home -
it made me feel less lonely,
not quite so all alone
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“The other reason I
Didn’t show up?
Well…”
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Young, broke and stupid,
She went looking for Cupid
By answering ads she found on the ‘net
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I wonder if cameras really can steal the souls
Of young people caught up in celebrity roles

So many pictures, so many times,
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Six months ago, you followed me home,
A tiny, black, and blue-eyed gnome
It was late in September,
I so clearly remember
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He wears his depression
like a tarnished, tattered,
scratched and dented halo,
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I wish more people could be as easily smitten
With simple small joys, just like my kitten
Who delights to play with dirt, dust and straw
His vivacious antics just fill me with awe –
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Feathers falling from a tree,
But in the tree no birdies be

I look way up into the air
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