Magnetic Notes from a Refrigerator (by Kevin Eberhardt & Co.)


KevinEidyllic.jpg Kevin Eberhardt, poet picture by insightoutside
Northern Ohio poet Kevin Eberhardt, sans Co.


Magnetic Notes from a Refrigerator
[a communal poem by KE, his friends and family]


Talk like mad fish
A hair could make her scratch boldly
Never see sleep
If in it is or is an up
Let not which feed trick us
Mischievous feet would meow wildly
Always hunted at night
Every pounce knows
Nip hisses at him
Chase special affection
How tail was so cool she asks across pillow
I ate his sweet old balls
You lick my furry little pussy cat
Of bird no sense
Here I am through pure will
Doing above with be & by
Kiss the frisky soft kitty like a warm but face
Why then use care and when
Striped heaven quiet
Though we did drink in a mouse bowl
Our litter the gift
Pray for dead mice
Soon he lived life
There have said no more



 

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Used by permission of Kevin Eberhardt, who retains all rights.

We gratefully acknowledge
Admit2 , an online magazine of collaborative writing
who originally published this work in their
July 2007 issue

For more Kevin Eberhardt poetry, please check out his blog:
http://roundingofthestone.blogspot.com
as well as
http://agentofchaos.com/ke/index.html
and several issues of
The City Poetry (www.thecitypoetry.com).

His work can also be found accompanying images
  by London photographer Richard Byerley at
www.richardbyerley.com.

Contact the poet at
ke767@hotmail.com.

 
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  • 1/12/2009 8:58 PM Dianne wrote:
    Cool poem! The lines "I ate his sweet old balls/You lick my furry little pussy cat" reminded me of a poem I wrote about four years ago:

    NATURE LOVERS

    he breathes in the warmth of
    her firm pink mountains
    their ripe round fruit
    like full moons shining
    happily he undoes his fly
    and out bursts the thick long
    trunk of his joy
    turned on
    she holds it in her hand
    sweetly and slowly
    making him so hot
    and then goes faster
    saying listen big boy
    climb on
    and we can come all night

    (This poem was written entirely by using the Magnetic Poetry Garden Kit-- I bet they never envisioned it going in this particular direction!)
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  • 1/13/2009 6:14 AM ke wrote:
    Like children we play
    Amongst the words
    & succumb to our
    Own invention
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