Poetry of Everything
Posted in Seat Sunday
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Window Seat
A seat fit
For a writer
Under the light
None too brighter
Schedule quite the tighter
But this one is a fighter
Write, write, write
Create on each strike
Push the pencil with all your might
Posted in Seat Sunday
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte
Window Seat
When all the working day is done
And before the beginning of fun
Bring your cup of coffee
And sit down in this cozy lobby
The entertainment industry took to social media on Friday into Saturday to mourn the loss of actor “John Hurt” who died Wednesday at his home in Norfolk. The actor, known for films such as “Midnight Express,” “Alien,” the title character in “The Elephant Man,” was 77. “It was terribly sad today to learn of John Hurt’s passing….…
via Hollywood Reacts to ‘Incomparable’ Actor John Hurt’s Death — Variety
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Yay! It’s fun time this time. Can you believe that January is finished already? Phew! I can’t stop saying it, time sure flies.
Welcome to my house and Happy New Year to all those I haven’t chatted with this year. I hope your weekend is going great.
Here is a toast to a great year.
Now let’s meet & mingle, shake a leg & jingle, connect & interact with other awesome folks in here.
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Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path signifies
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Ode to Freakish Felines
You can never own them
Just borrow for a while
But rest assured, the little gems
Will leave you in big smiles
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path signifies
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Ode to Freakish Felines
Hypnotized
By those wide eyes
The limber steps
Command respect
continued in part three
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path signifies
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Ode to Freakish Felines
Freakishly feline
Or a soft purring ball
How easy to unwind
Soon to a sleep fall
continued in part two
Posted in Freaky Friday: Tales of the odd and unexpected
“I am not trying to give an image of a fairytale,
perfect, everything else,
I am just being myself”
Rebecca Loos
Bitch Perfect
Call me the perfect bitch
Or just the worst one you can find
I may be a broom-less witch
But still the best of my kind
You may find me..
Taking flight
In the darkest of night
Or just taking a bus
In the early morning rush
You may see me…
Dancing naked in the pouring rain
Celebrating life to the fullest
Or just having a beer in a dive bar stained
Being one of the people dullest
You may catch me…
Casting the mightiest of spells
Cursing and not giving a damn
Or just talking to my mom on the cell
Just because, I can
Now you may see me…
In a new aspect
As a bitch perfect
Because that is who I am
Just because, I can
