Tag Archive: friendship


You are resting now, and may you rest well forever more 

πŸ˜ΌπŸ’›πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜»

the cat reads … … …

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lazing around

Johannesburg May 20 2016

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the cat & her books

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for later reading ...

for reading a bit later … I’m relaxing now, you understand I’m sure …

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ah! sunday ... ... ...

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monday not my day

the cat recommends …

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food for the feline soul

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monday reading beckoning

βœŠβœŒπŸ‘πŸΉπŸŒ»β˜Ί

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weekend reading

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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 😁

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Papa & Cat

tempus fugit …

tempus fugit …

walk with me
along free boulevards of spring flowers

walk with me
through green fields sketched ablaze with summer showers

walk with me
through alleyways strewn with thorns that sting

walk with me
upon the oceans of tears that tomorrow may bring

walk with me
and
i will walk with you

among petals dripping with dawn dew

we may not have much
but what we have is true

walk with me
before this night falls

walk with me
leaving behind sterile plastic caged walls

walk with me
away from the shrieks and howls of fate

walk with me
before its far far too late

walk with me
under our shared blanket of vagabond skies

walk with me
before oblivious time flies …

may your sleep be gentle,
as dawn hushes night,

may your morning be paintbrushed,
in hues of warm light,

may your day be bathed in earthy colours, embracing you tight,

may your tomorrows nourish your dreams,
lifting your spirit in delicious flight.

a wish for you, my dear friend …

Confessions of a Random Exile …

Confessions of a Random Exile …

i humbly confess,

by sharing a pained fragment of myself with you,

that,

i have squandered a few moments by casually and callously ignoring all that i believe in,

cloaking my complicit eyes to who i think i am,

by succumbing at times,

to that alluring urge,

that gnaws at the core, while embedded beneath the vagabond skin,

that urge, that rapturous feeling of saying that i,

I belong …

Frenetic …

Frenetic …

thoughts of you gallop across the rolling savannah of my heart, and I am lost and bound and shackled and torn between what I may have lost and all that I may never have had, and if even for that one fleeting blip of life awakened on the desert wasteland that was my soul, I would choose the latter forever more …

Chocolatey Dreams…

under a breath of dark chocolatey desire,

the furnace re-ignites dormant dreams.

Dreams dreamed,

basking in a warm cocooned glow,

as you so effortlessly,

set my soul so scorchingly afire…

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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