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After reading the caption on the doggie cartoon my money
is on a feline coming this way next, claws out sniffing for a
hound who's marked her spot[img]https://i.imgur.com/1oKMOYF.jpg?1[/img]
I am thankful for having my health
apotropaic
adjective
supposedly having the power to avert evil influences or bad luck.
[img]https://i.imgur.com/DyqZAHk.jpg?1[/img]
Kait says we're up to no good, so I've put her on iggy
flying backhand volley[img]https://i.imgur.com/l6WhHYb.jpg?1[/img]
Parker Millsap Hades Pleads
just love the fiddlin'
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8QAaoSDdGE
[img]https://i.imgur.com/rYZKjqJ.jpg?1[/img]
I love the small details of life and this is full of them
Rupert Brooke These I Have Loved
These I have loved:
White plates and cups, clean-gleaming,
Ringed with blue lines; and feathery, faery dust;
Wet roofs, beneath the lamp-light; the strong crust
Of friendly bread; and many-tasting food;
Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood;
And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;
And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours,
Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon;
Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon
Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss
Of blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is
Shining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen
Unpassioned beauty of a great machine;
The benison of hot water; furs to touch;
The good smell of old clothes; and other such—
The comfortable smell of friendly fingers,
Hair's fragrance, and the musty reek that lingers
About dead leaves and last year's ferns. . . .
Dear names,
And thousand other throng to me! Royal flames;
Sweet water's dimpling laugh from tap or spring;
Holes in the ground; and voices that do sing;
Voices in laughter, too; and body's pain,
Soon turned to peace; and the deep-panting train;
Firm sands; the little dulling edge of foam
That browns and dwindles as the wave goes home;
And washen stones, gay for an hour; the cold
Graveness of iron; moist black earthen mould;
Sleep; and high places; footprints in the dew;
And oaks; and brown horse-chestnuts, glossy-new;
And new-peeled sticks; and shining pools on grass;—
All these have been my loves. And these shall pass,
Whatever passes not, in the great hour,
Nor all my passion, all my prayers, have power
To hold them with me through the gate of Death.
They'll play deserter, turn with the traitor breath,
Break the high bond we made, and sell Love's trust
And sacramented covenant to the dust.
——Oh, never a doubt but, somewhere, I shall wake,
And give what's left of love again, and make
New friends, now strangers. . . .
But the best I've known
Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown
About the winds of the world, and fades from brains
Of living men, and dies.
Nothing remains.O dear my loves, O faithless, once again
This one last gift I give: that after men
Shall know, and later lovers, far-removed,
Praise you, 'All these were lovely'; say, 'He loved.'Hollie Cook – Freefalling
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kpv8YTHLLt8
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Porridge For Breakfast
[img]https://i.imgur.com/GldHCgy.jpg?1[/img]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/Sijd6q5.jpg?1[/img] (shameless with you in mind Eff)
Things Change
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhwaAN2FSI4
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You wait ages for Wonderwoman to show up
and then you get two ![img]https://i.imgur.com/JRSnlty.jpg?1[/img]
Naked Thursday January 14th
The handsome guy in the foreground for those not sure is Jordan
[img]https://i.imgur.com/J2DbDH6.jpg?1[/img]
below has to be included just for the lady on the right
for reasons of nomenclature, loosely speaking …[img]https://i.imgur.com/pqr31Wz.jpg?2[/img]
This always moves me, the feel of it
but more importantly the images it creates[img]https://i.imgur.com/17l0Jyz.jpg?1[/img]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/QPX9ugT.jpg?1[/img]
Oklahoma Breakdown
Elizabeth Barrett's custom was to write alone and not show her work to anyone.
During the two years of her courtship with Robert Browning (1845-46) she wrote
a series of sonnets intended for her future husband's eyes alone. One day in
early 1847, married and living in Florence, she appeared behind him, held him
by the shoulder to prevent his turning and at the same time pushed a packet of papers
into the pocket of his coat. She told him to read that, and to tear it up if he did not like it;
and then she fled to her own room.Browning said “I dared not reserve to myself the finest sonnets written in any language
since Shakespeare's.” Which is how her Sonnets From the Portuguese came about.Sonnet 35
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
And be all to me? Shall I never miss
Home-talk and blessing and the common kiss
That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,
When I look up, to drop on a new range
Of walls and floors … another home than this?
Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me which is
Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change?
That's hardest. If to conquer love, has tried,
To conquer grief, tries more … as all things prove;
For grief indeed is love and grief beside.
Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love.
Yet love me—wilt thou? Open thine heart wide,
And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove. -
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