Tag Archive: companion


together … … …

​”we will weather the storms of fate, we shall face the howling winds of life, together“, she said.


what could i say.

i took her hand in mine. 

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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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Valentines Day Redux … … …

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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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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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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 😁

my wishes are simple,
desires few,
gazing upon a leaf,
nourished by dew.

my wishes are simple,
dreams hardly grand,
hearing birdsong in the desert,
together, hand in hand.

my wishes are simple,
my heart calm,
resting with you ‘neath the palm,

years rattling bones,
wrinkling skin,
greying our hair,
ever so thin.

my wishes are simple,
walking in the rain,

leaning on each other,
through life’s joy, pain … … …

Words …

Words …

he said that he would love me forever.

he whispered sweet nothings.

he said that it would endure.

he said all of this,
and all of that,

words that soothed,

cajoled,
promised,

the sun and the stars.

all said,

he said far too much …

The Cauldron of Desire

Inflamed by my wildly fiery desire,

I kiss the fluttering petals of your soft, sumptuous lips.

I tease you,

my ravenous tongue sipping the glistening, molten drops of alluring morning dew.

Inflamed by my wildly fiery desire,

I make love to you,

in my dreams of passion,

my dreams of sensual seduction,

dreams of our erotic confluence,

painting, sketching, dousing my dreams in colours of my naked desire:

burnished copper-red.

scorching scarlet-rose.

achingly beautiful crimson.

Inflamed by my wildly fiery desire,

I dream of you,

dreaming of making sweet, agonisingly delicious love to me,

and in this dreamscape of irresistible vistas,

I see your face.

And I dream,

I dream of you and I entwined in ecstatic bliss,

and together we find the place,

the only place we passionately ache to be:

in each others’ arms.

Eternally.

Parallel Lines

I am lost, and broken,

trapped alone,
in a foggy crevasse,

wedged between sanity | madness | anguish.

I lose, and break,

memories taunting,
my waking thoughts,

stripping me bare | naked | exposed.

I survive, barely breathing,

slipping deeper,
into nothingness,

feeling little | shattered | numb.

I am incomplete, without you,

broken and fatigued,

gnawed by emptiness | desolation | pain.

I persist, each breath futile,

crushed, yet alive,

comforted knowing only,

that you breathe | you live | and you love.

A Chipped Heart

A Chipped Heart

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Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass,

my solitary facade a pitiful farce,

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shards tearing out of my skin,

seeking release, from cages within,

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I am lost, in the dream,

bellowing out a silent scream,

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torn from reality, drowning in the now,

yet I refuse,

I refuse to succumb,

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I refuse to bow.

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My chipped heart, may be wounded,

wreathed in pain,

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still,

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I believe, love, truth, belonging,

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will take my hand,

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again…

Ashes

Savage lies, mercilessly spoken,

battering emotions, a heart exposed, nakedly open,

companionship was all that was sought,

not blue-chip bonds, hastily sold and bought.

The bonds I sought were simple,

peaceful nights, scribbling verse in unseen black,

delicately caressing words of love, my fingers tracing poems, over the contours of your soft back.

It saddens me to say, my thoughts were dreamed in vain,

and it grieves me see, the ashes of our love,

floating down the streets we walked,

scattered in the rivulets of this night’s pouring rain.

Alone I scribble this paltry verse,

the darkest of nights, in the midst of howling storms,

and though I may heal some day,

the memory of the ashes of our love,

floating down the streets we once walked,

shall remain buried deep,

until my dying day

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