The Romp Pomp Bunter is a Little Kitten living on Kenmore Avenue
Whose natural curiosity becomes day by day Curiouser and Curiouser.
From the windows, he watches the World below and the Sky above
Day and night, till the Doves on the roof fly away higher and farther.
Left in the silence of loneliness that becomes the sound of sadness,
The Little Cat, friendless always, goes to a Fish called Hope, as always
In the vain hope of friendship, for he is also alone, or so it seems,
And knocks on the door of the aquarium and waves at him with his paws.
Alas, Poor Little Cat! I know him! Hope wants no friendship with the Cat!
He hides in the pineapple castle in his watery kingdom, safe and sound
For his loneliness is submerged in water and dissolves into watery mote,
Leaving the Little Cat in the silence of friendlessness round and around.
Category: Poetry
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The Lonely Heart
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New Possum’s Book of the Curious Cat
There’s once a cat name Romp Pomp Bunter, aka the Curious Cat,
who liked to romp with pomp and bunt his head against
his guardian, the woman with the beautiful but lonely heart.
She named him in rapt contemplation of the thought, of the thought
of his name; his ineffable, effable name, debonair and extraordinary.The Romp Pomp Bunter has a secret that no one knows it:
The Romp Pomp Bunter once saw a grand statue of Bastet
In a book on the history of cats originating in ancient Egypt
And was so impressed with the splendid grace of the goddess
That he wanted to emulate the mysteriously beguiling poise
Even if he was a Californian moggie tomcat of Los Angeles.But the Romp Pomp Bunter, ever the Curious and Adventurous,
An orphan kitten whose parents nobody knew or cared even,
Felt that he was originally from the Ancient World with a reason
That he looked nothing like the ordinary domestic short-haired,
The insignificant, the common, the trite, the obsequiously tamed
Breed of Cats that contrasted the Egyptian Mau, the First of Firsts
Endeared to Pharaohs, Queens, Priests, Soldiers, Farmers, and Artists.So, the Romp Pomp Bunter believed that he was the Royal Descendant,
The indolently elegant, adoringly capricious, the inscrutably alluring
Egyptian Mau, the paragon of the goddess Bastet, divinely beguiling.
You see, that is why his name is the Romp Pomp Bunter, the Curious Cat. -
The Song of the Romp Pomp Bunter
The Romp Pomp Bunter is a Curious Cat:
If you give him a toy, he would prefer a bottle cap,
If you offer him a play, he would rather sit by the window atop,
If you feed him a chicken pate, he wants a tuna fillet.
The Romp Pomp Bunter is a Green-Eyed Beast:
He wants you to be with him when you don’t,
He wants to eat what you eat when he shouldn’t,
He wants to play with you when you can’t.
The Romp Pomp Bunter is a Timid Kitten:
He would startle at the drop of a needle,
He would tremble at the sounds of rain,
He would tremor when birds flap the wings.
Yes, the Romp Pomp Bunter is a Curious Cat,
And there’s no use in changing him anyway.
For he will do so as he does so, and that’s that,
And there’s nothing you can do about it! -
Illusion of the Heart
The illusion comes in sweetness
cascading the fluffy softness
into the wilted hollow valleys
pathed with withered grasses
where her soul in tears roams.
The sudden felicity of warmth
Covers her hardened heart
With a ray of hope in mirth
Fluttering in the air like a ghost
Flitting in the flowery heath.
But the time is up and gone
And the sky becomes gray
And clouds the valleys anon,
Deserting her soul in misery,
In the cycle of betrayal alone, again. -
space odyssey
The screen of the universe
Is a magnificent film noir
Starring the stellar stars:
The methane lakes of Titan
The acidic clouds of Venus
The violet radiations of Mars
The frozen moons of Jupiter
In the cinema of Space Odyssey.
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The Call of the Wild
The susurrus of the leaves
Of the trees caress softly
The little tabby’s cheeks
And whispers the wonders
Of the world in waves of winds
Blowing in sweet soft hues
Of the sunshine iridescently
scattering like ropes of rubies.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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