The Poetry, Prose and Quotes of JMS and Other WritersEdited by Jimmy Boom Semtex

The Poetry, Prose and Quotes of JMS and Other Writers

Edited by Jimmy Boom Semtex

The poetry, prose, quotes and writing here is from a notepad I bought second hand an at animal charity open day at Millstream Animal Centre. I was surprised to find this collection and the quality of the work. JMS has an excellent talent and unconditional love for her cat(s) and the other writers are equally memorable. As a writer myself, I had to type this up and edit it and release it to the world. The poetry is unique, as is this collection which was found by chance. Who JMS was?

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Thoughts Upon a Comradely Address

Comrade that was a mighty speech,

It raised a mighty cheer,

But you savaged old white,

With no fought for the right,

For you to make it here,

Comrade, that was a telling speech,

I could see by the look on your face,

And you made them reject,

A man I respect,

Who honours a seat in this place.

Comrade that was a magnificent speech,

Your words were a savage tool,

And though I recognized it,

I despised it,

The words of an arrogant fool.

Comrade, that was an historic speech,

But really not quite the worst,

For, with venom and spleen,

When I was eighteen,

You see, I made it first.

Norman White, General Secretary TUC, 1987.

The Selkirk Grace

Some hae meat an' canna eat,

an' some wad eat that want it.

But we hae meat an' we can eat,

an' sae the Lord be thankit.

Robert Burns

The Singing Cat

It was a little captive cat,

Upon a crowded train.

His mistress takes him from his box,

To ease his fretful pain.

She holds him tight upon her knee,

The graceful animal.

And all the people look at him,

He is so beautiful.

But oh he pricks and he prods,

And turns upon her knee.

Then lifteth up his innocent face,

In plaintive melody.

He lifteth up his innocent voice,

He lifteth up, he singeth.

And to each human countenance,

A smile of grace he bringeth.

He lifteth up his innocent paw,

Upon her breast he clingeth.

And everybody cries, behold,

The cat, the cat singeth.

He lifteth up his innocent voice,

He lifteth up, he singeth.

And all the people warm themselves,

In the love his beauty bringeth.

Stevie Smith

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