LITTLE MOUSE
What a
Waste
Of time
And space.
I should
Chase
You
Out
With s
Broom,
Out of
My room.
What a
Thrill
That would
Be
To watch
You
For you
Life
Flee!
Yes little
Mouse
Don't get
Too comfy.
I promise
You
I need no
Cat...
Just a
Broom
Or a
Bat
Tp get
You out
The door
And never
See you
Back!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
THE DREAM
A loud
Bang
Woke me
Up.
I was
In deep
Sleep,
Dreaming...
Barely
Muffled
Voices
Reached
Me.
I listened
Attentively.
Let's take
All the
Gold and
Money,
Too.
That good
With you?
It's fine
Just as
Long as
We hurry!
Two voices
Made
Me jump
Out
Out of
Bed.
They'd take
Nothing
But a beating
I'd see
To that!
Grabbing
My robe
I put it
On
And left
My room
Only to return
With a
Sauce pan
And a broom.
Behind the
Door
I hid
At tbe
Ready!
Soon, they
Were
In
And getting
Beat up
By me.
Long story
Short
I led
Them out
Like discarded
Laundry,
Told the
Police
Everything
And went
Back
To sleep.
What a
Fun
Dream!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
THE PAINTING
She put
Brush
To canvas
And away
She went...
Into a
Color
World
Of utter
Happiness.
In a
Meadow
Nestled
In
Between
Hills,
She ran
Free
With the
Gentle
Winds!
No cares
Worry free.
She sang
Of dreams.
A brilliantly
Vibrant
Masterpiece
Of a
Painting...
From the
Heart
Of the
Artist
To the
Brush,
Unto the
Canvas
Is what
We see.
Such a
Lovely
Color
Swirling
In a painting
Done by
Me!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
.ZIGGY DREAMING
Loud purrs
Content
Yawns.
Ziggy is
Happily
Asleep.
He
Dreams
For sure
Of
A pretty
Cat girl.
A soft
Meow
He utters
And I know
That's her
Name,
The name
Of Ziggy's
Lover.
She sure
Must
Be
A looker
I muse,
For
Never before
Have I
Witnessed
Such
Behavior.
Yes, my
.ziggy Boy
Is a catch
As well...
The two
Shall
Make a
Charming
Couple...
As Ziggy
Sleeps and
Dreams,
I plan the
First ever
Cat wedding!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
LOUD TUNES
The loud
Whispers
Give
Secrets
Away.
The unsilent
Hush
Has a
Lot
To say.
I don't
Want to
Hear.
I don't want
To
Know
The secret
Stories
Behind
The whispering
Tones.
I'll hun
A tune
To block
Out
The loud
Hushes...
It's the
Best way
To be
Without
Compromises!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
THE SLEEP WALKER
I sleep
Walked
Into the
Kitchen.
Tummy
Rumbling
I sought
Cake.
Opening
The refrigerator
For a minute
I sniffed...
Then, the scent
Of frosting
Reached
Me
I had found
It!
Still asleep,
I cut
A large
Piece...
It was not so
Soct
To the
Knife
But
I chalked
It up
To being
In the
Fridge.
I bit into
It
Delighting
In the taste...
It was
A little odd
Though...
Spicy salty
Not butter
Sugary...
Strange
Thought a
Part
Of my
Brain!
You're eating
The chicken!
The words
Woke me
Up.
Lo!
Hands and
Mouth
Covered
In gravy.
I sat there
Wide awake
Eating
Chicken
Not cake!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
WEEPING SKIES
The sky,
It weeps.
It's tears
Bathing
The earth.
The crying
Is
For
Stolen
Humanity.
The tears
Splash
On what
Of life
Is
Left...
They drench
The sun
Embracing
The earth
With fierce
Love.
Oh, feel
How
The Angels
Cry...
Theirs
Is
The grief
Of humanity's
Cries.
O weeping
Skies!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
HOUSE OF CHEER
Burbling
Laughter
Is what
I want
To hear...
The telltale
Of jokes
And
Pranks
As well
As
Singing.
It's been
Way too
Long
That I've
Nursed
A frown...
I want to
Giggle
Now!
Life is
Weird
A wheel
Of change...
It's rotated
By every
Whim
Of a
Seasonal
Change.
Oh, burbling
Laughter
I want
To hear
Within
Walls
That once
Housed
Cheer!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
THE SIGHING WIND
Lone sighs
The wind.
It remembers
Times
Gone by.
It dwells
Mostly
Along
The countryside
Where
It can
Run free
And
Wild.
The greats
Breathed
The air
Walking with
Thoughts
For company...
Theirs were
Lives
Of immense
Simplicity,
Intense creativity.
The wind
It recalls
Them.
Short-lived
Lives
Sometimes
Imprinted
In
Stories
And poetry.
Yes, mingle
With
The sighing
Wind
Are breaths
Of the
Forever
Living!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
THE DANCE
A captured
Moment.
Joy abounding
The dance
Was beautiful.
Every step in
Sync
Every twirl
Perfect.
It was
A dance
To remember .
All things
To forget
.
The dance
Of
Laughs
To the
Music
Of
Jokes
Oh, what
A
Dance it
Was!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
FEAR
Fear.
It is
A living
Thing.
It speaks
In loud
Hushed
Voices
And looks
Through
Defiant eyes.
Fear, it
Cries
And sighs.
It is
Afraid
Terrifyingly so
Of what
The future
Holds.
It dwells
In the
Sights
And lives
Roaming
The streets
Of war!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
HEROES
An unease
Slowly
Seeps
In.
Warmth
Is
Stolen
Away
Along
With
Joy...
The unfair
Doings
Of
The onset
Of war.
Eyes look
On.
The soul
Helplessly
Breathes
The soon
Decaying
Air.
It isn't fair.
Soon
There will
Be
Left
Dust and
Ash...
The tale
Small
Be tall,
Riddled with
Lives lived,
And lives
Lost.
Heroes
Of
Wars!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
CREATION'S SONG
A song
Was sung
A great
Long whiles
Ago.
This was
All about
How
The world
Was
Born.
There was
Love
And there
Was war
Both crested
People's,
Places
Greens..
The love
And war
Created
Living!
It was
A beautiful
Song
And through
The ages,
It has
Lived on.
Only in our
Present,
Does
It not
Echo
True
For the song
Has slowly
Been
Replaced
By
The discordant
Me and you!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
THE SONG
There's a
Certain
Quiet
In the
Music
Of a song.
It's the
Kind
Of silence
That soothes
A soul.
The ones
Who feel
It,
They know
The song
Is a
Remedy
To heal
The whole
World!
They speak
Of it
To
Others
Hoping
They'll
Understand...
The song
Has been
Written
Amd sung
By
Peace loving
Man!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
MEMORIES ON A PAGE
They fall
Asleep
Not knowing
Whether
Tomorrow
They'll see.
Each day
Is a
Treasure
Kept
Safe
In
A written
Memory!
The words
Are
Precious.
Though
They are
Merely
Ink dressed
Words
Dancing
Across a page.
The dance
It is
About
The day.
Yes
They leave
Behind
Each day
Unsure
Of the
Next.
It is
The plight
Of a
War scared
People's
Day!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
HAUNTED
Haunted.
Hollowed
From inside
Out.
The mind
Is the
One
Who knows
What
Happened.
The heart
And soul
Want
To
Shut it
Out.
The eyes
Are
Alert but
Tired
Of constant
Vigilance!
In how
Many ways
Can the
Voice
Ask for
Sanctuary?
Safety
From what
Was
Done
That which
Is
Burned
In a memory.
The moving
Picture
Is frozen
In time.
The present,
The past
Converge
Into one.
In the
Mind,
There's
No difference.
It's haunted!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
ALL GONE
Ghost lands
Stand
Crumbling.
Life was
Lived
Until it
Stole
Itself away.
With every
Bone
Exposed,
The once
Lived in
Homes
Tell tales...
Though there
Was
Strife,
Life was
Fair
And dreams
Were
Simplicity
Itself!
The lands,
Always
Exuded
Quiet strength
Amidst
Struggles...
Then one
Day
All was gone.
Caught in
The eyes
Of guns
And bombs!
Yes, ghost
Lands
Once
Held life
Until
It stole
Away
Fending
For Itself
In
Another
Place.
Life
Became
A runaway!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
MY FRIENDS IN MY WORLD
In my
Little
World,
I live...
I write
Paint
And
Dream.
I see
Life
In lifeless
Things.
My buddies
Are
Toys
Who, my
Side
Never
Leave!
I Have
Other
Friends too...
They
Reside
In
Tv series
And books!
See I chose
These
To be
Friends
With.
They won't
Leave
Or ever
Hurt
My soul
But
Stay happily
By me
In
My little
World!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
