Tag Archive: beauty


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monday reading beckoning

βœŠβœŒπŸ‘πŸΉπŸŒ»β˜Ί

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weekend reading

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πŸ‘

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be my valentine ... ?

Valentines Day Redux … … …

ah!

that time of year once more,

the expectations to do this, buy that,

begin to tickle and murmuringly gnaw.

should there be roses, and if so could they all be red,

or fragrant petals strewn all across the bed,

with some catnip on the side, pretty please and with sugar,
and dollops of whipped cream,

for that,
I do know,

would be my cat’s Valentines Day dream … … …

βœŒβœŠπŸ‘πŸΉ

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sunday evening 31 January 2016

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✌👍✊🌻

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apologies if already shared 🌻🐹

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the queen

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monday reading

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some poetry for the cat πŸ™‚

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💙

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she looks forward to weekend reading ...

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what to re-read, she ponders

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her reference material

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she loves these books 🐹

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the cat and her books #1

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i am scared, because a Jo'burg thunderstorm is raging

she needs some Carl Sagan, during a Jo’burg rainstorm … … … 🐹✌

for more on ‘The Demon-Haunted World’ by Carl Sagan:

http://www.amazon.com/The-Demon-Haunted-World-Science-Candle/dp/0345409469

my constant companion, and theΒ scribbler’s nemesis at a game of chess … … … 🐹😁

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she is so smug when she wins againsy the scribbler 😁

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Papa & Cat

panning through marshes of  twisted roots,

scrounging for a handful of promised truths,

thawing wounds aching afresh,

discarded emotions gnawing into now catatonic flesh …

we walk on, ever on,

fleeing the tumult of yesterdays sorrow,

we walk on, ever on,

thirsting for a glimpse of that liberating tomorrow,

to finally rid the heaving heart of the weight of the past,

content no more with brief, tenuous ceasefires,

but hungering instead for a peace that shall last …

faultlines …

faultlines …

cleaving through me,

embers flicker,

remnants of half baked verse,

smothered by tomorrows yet to dawn …

scribbled on fragile faultlines,

quills dipped in tears,

clinging onto hope,

tenuous,
fragile,

weaving wishes into tomorrows,

yet to be born …

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