Saturday, March 11, 2017


Places In Us

There are dark places in all of us
Deep, hidden, unseen, unexplored caverns
Fraught with danger, seething with passion
Powder kegs with unlit fuses, waiting, just waiting
For the right match to strike.

There are bright places in all of us
Beautiful, glowing, starlight places
Lit up with love and humming with melody
The pulse of the human soul beats there
Hungry to serve it's purpose and sow and reap love's harvest.

There are warring places in all of us
Something that makes us declare war
When peace is needed
Run when we should stand our grounds
And stand when we should just give in.

by Voo


We Are Digital

Heaven, help us
For we are digital
And do not know
How to wind a watch.

Heaven, help us
For we are spoiled
Born into electricity
And terrified of a candle's spark.

We are such driven people
Driven here, driven there
We don't know how to walk anymore
We don't know how to use our feet.

Babies come into the world
Reaching for cell phones
Knowing the words to songs we've forgotten
Dancing the latest dirty dances and, old.

Heaven, help us
For we are set on automatic
We respond in kind to deadened emotions
React as our programming dictates.

Heaven, help us
For we are milk-fed, soft-handed ingrates
We think that the world owes us everything
When we haven't earned a space yet to stand.

Our lives are played out on dvd collections
Our music lives in the pockets of our jeans
Our souls are compartmentalized, our hearts, cold machines
And our spirits are hybrid, cloned things, not of God.

What do we do then, when the lights go out?
How will we live? What will we eat?
Where will we go when they hunt us and kill us?
How will we survive when the wolves rule the streets?

Heaven, help us
For the magazines tell us
That we're destined for greatness
And the history books tell us that we're destined to die.

Heaven, help us
For we see the armies, and not the man
We see the forests, and not the tree
We think in plural and "greater good."

Gone are the days of clear blue skies
And smog free air
Our lungs are full of chemicals
That the drug lords sprayed up there.

Tonight, I sit by candlelight, writing
Trying to put my heart on paper
For somebody to find and read when I'm gone
And I hope that they will, before it's thrown on the fire.

Somebody in an unborn generation
Will have to discover that marvellous thing all over again: Fire
It's beauty, it's warmth, it's terror
For today, even the candle lights are fake.

Tomorrow, they will build igloos
Out of unplugged microwave ovens
Sleep in old bath tubs and bathe in the streams
Tomorrow, they will not know what we took so for granted.

Heaven, help us
For we are digital
We are numbers with faces
And we walk in our sleep.

Heaven, help us
For we are blind and bereft of love
We have made a mess of this beautiful planet
Turned it into hell as you watched from above.

By Voo
Oct 13, 08
9 p.m.

I deliberately wrote this in a disjointed fashion, some verses rhyme, some do not. Because this is how the world feels to me just now. Disjointed. Waiting for the Apocalypse. Waiting for the End. Waiting for the Beginning. Waiting.

Friday, March 10, 2017


And The Cow Did Not Jump Over The Moon

The moon is made of cheese, they said
When I was just a tot
And so I dreamed of lovely things
For we didn't have a lot.

The cow jumped over the moon, they said
In my fairy story book
And I believed everything I was told
And I thought I'd take a look.

So I crept out to the barn one night
And saddled up the cow
We're flying to the moon, I said
(But I know better now.)

How I got that cow up on that barn
I'll never, ever know
But she was willing and I was silly
And she jumped when I said "Go!"

A pig pen is a nasty place
Full of slime and sleaze
We gave it a try but the cow couldn't fly
And I didn't get no cheese.



 By Little VooVoo 
 July 15, 07

For all the kids, big and small, out there......
 and especially the grown up kids, like me.


My sidekick and roving feline reporter, Roscoe Ratcatcher




                                                    They go to the tanning salon................


They teach the ways of the Einstein..............

They play video games on those damn computers 24/7 instead of reading newsworthy articles like this one!!!!

Some of them are great hunters and chefs at local restaurants

Some are friendly receptionists.............................


                               We're almost sure that there is a cold blooded killer among them....

                                              Especially since Sensei Wang Dang Doo went missing

The kids are alright as kids go.....

                                                 At least till bath time...........

If they get out of line, they go before Judge Pawker, the hanging judge

One little fellow is training to be an astronaut..............

Old Willie likes to hang out on dating sites and insult humans...............

Then there's Bruce, the paranormal expert who loves to pop up when you least expect it....

We never paid the local Meow Militia much mind until this poster started showing up on neighborhood telephone poles and on the internet.................Several of us started arming ourselves with bulldogs and laser light pointers....

Oh, some of them are quite talented. For instance, Snowball plays The Grinch every Christmas at the FELINE FUNHOUSE THESPIAN THEATRE.................

                                                MeatLoaf usually wins all the local bike-a-thons..............
and Garfield look-a-like contests

Huey, Duey, Looey, and Clyde do double duty as window washers and peeping toms......

Yesterday Donald was caught by his brother's cell phone sticking his tongue out at his mom.

(he is now grounded for six of his nine lives)

One of my personal favorites is the preacher cat, The Right Reverand Moochie Mewhard, who goes about casting the devil out of his fellow felines ......whether they need it or not...................

This guy is a Rock Star wannabe who practices falling backwards into mosh pits at any given opportunity. He can't sing or play guitar, he just.....falls

Here we have Manny Moo at the kitchen table yesterday after the Vet told his Mom to put him on a diet. Needless to say, Manny did not appreciate the carrot and Buttermilk Smoothie.....

Well, I think this hidden Cat Cam clears up any mystery of a killer loose in the neighborhood.
I wondered why I hadn't got a paper the last three days....................

Spockles has really been enjoying all the new Star Wars movies, he says but is fighting for a part in the next Star Trek franchise.............coming next summer from what I hear.  He said he's tired of all this Non-Human exclusion in Hollywood at the Oscars. He can walk a red carpet just as well as Lady GooGoo Ga Ga .......  Whatever

Local meowers, The JellyBellies performed the 
only song they know for the big charity event CATSRUS last night....
The song?  STUCK ON YOU by Lionel Richie

In other news..........bad brothers, Bob and BoDiddly have been up
to their old tricks, stealing toilet paper out of  any open bathroom 
windows they can find. Traces of it literally litter the whole neighborhood.
It's a crime and a shame how some cats turn out. least it's not catnip.

Local, Bojangles Popeye Church explains his next fried chicken
 proposal to potential investors. It was later said that he did quite an impressive
PowerPoint presentation even though nobody knew how it ended because he threw up
a hair ball on the keyboard.............

Also, as a lesson to all the high schoolers....this picture was circulated amongst them all
Friday to remind them not to be like Jolly. Jolly won't eat anything if it's not in capsule form.

As most of you know,  General Bonkers went on live tv yesterday to try to calm the masses
after a huge UFO was seen hovering over Mrs. Bailey's back yard. It took out all of her bird feeders and seven squirrels. Please contact  General Bonkers at the Feline Flying Force HeadQuarters (the shed behind the garage on Baker Street) if you have any information. We  allegedly suspect Claude Jay, the kid who likes to build model airplanes and stuff but have no concrete proof.....
General Bonkers is offering a $25.00 reward and all the rats you can eat......which probably will preclude any humans turning him in.............

In closing this week.............just a friendly reminder, folks.......

Remember your feline friends...because they never forget a slight...........

We will return soon with more
 Cats In This Neighborhood News..............
until next time.....Farewell and Meow from your Oh, so Human Reporter.....
Voo Ima Standingby and the ever cool Roscoe Ratcatcher


(Man! I've got to find myself another audience!)

Tuesday, March 7, 2017



Let Me Not As Other Men

Let me not as other men,
Turn my face from hurt
From beggars with their empty hands,
Digging in the dirt.

Let me not as other men,
Lock myself away
In shelters, safe while homeless folk
Walk the streets all day.

Let me not as other men,
Toast, with rarest wine
And can't be bothered to spare a crumb
From banquets where I dine.

Let me not as other men,
Ignore the cries of pain
Coming from the little ones
Who won't go home again.

Let me not as other men,
Pass the dead-eyed faces
Of people who have lost it all
And dropped out of their races.

Let me not as other men,
Sneer at the reservations
Those ghettos full of broken spirits
Descendants of proud nations.

Let me not as other men,
View girls as less than boys
Use, abuse and then refuse
And throw them away like toys.

Let me not as other men,
Forget from whence I came
And set up kingdoms for myself
And play a rich man's game.

Let me not as other men,
Turn my back on love
That diamond that is still mined here
But  formed by God above.

Let me not as other men,
Disdain the world around me
Who wandered deaf and dumb and blind
And lost till someone found me.

Let me not as other men,
Leave here not knowing why
And for what purpose I was born
Before I lay down and die.

Let me not as other men,
Die lonely and alone
Buried in a crypt of gold
That will never be my home.

Let me not as other men,
Though I am as weak as they
Leave this world a far worse place
When my footprints fade away.

by Voo
July 6, 2011
11:40 p.m.