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My docking station.
February 16, 2020
 

“Hungry  - Yellow - Spoon - Laughing - Palm Tree ...”

[An artless, yet earnest tribute to Edward Lear’s beloved poem,
“The Owl and The Pussy Cat”]

Early dawn,
after having
“danced all night
by the light of the moon”

the elegant owl awakened hungry for
mince and quince.

Searching for
the “yellow runcible spoon,”
the owl lightly stroked feather-soft,
his lovely beautiful pussy,
to uncover amidst her honey.

His beautiful pussy mewed
warm soft delight,
dreaming of “his small guitar.”

Ardently aglow,
the elegant owl spun into dance,
laughing merrily among
the “bong-tree and palm trees.”

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat,
by Edward Lear

I
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
   In a beautiful...

NORTHERN LIGHTS ABOVE
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February 15, 2020
 

“Favorite Book & Movie Quote”

“I am on nobody’s side, because nobody is on my side, little orc.”

— J.R.R. Tolkien, Treebeard

What I find most enchanting is:
Nature is rarely indifferent.

She’s either an authority of destruction or excellence.

Which is her fundamental nature —to simply be.

In this manner,
by simply being

Yes, she’s on nobody’s side except her own.

ELF
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February 15, 2020
 

Yay!  Yay!  Yay!

My name is Rumpelstiltskin
and
I’m glad V-day’s flown away!

all these cries of broken hearts
make me wanna start

give kick here
give kick there

until there’s no more tears

cause what i ask is a bloody
bleeding heart suppose to do?

when wrapped alone
in sorrow’s fear
V-day’s no longer blessed
unless a heart well loved
holds true

Yay!  Yay!  Yay!

My name is Rumpelstiltskin
and
I’m glad V-day’s flown away!

GNOME
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February 13, 2020
 

“dearself, about myself “

I recently stumbled across an older writer’s prompt inviting letterists to reveal something about themselves that inspire and lift them through the week.

Well, I mulled over what I might share about myself that  might satisfy my dearself without sounding horribly bombastic, and I came up with very few ideas.

Its not easy for me to describe the softer truer aspects of countenance.

This type of unveiling cannot be ushered in, as it’s meant to unfold naturally—

It arrives on its own volition within irreflective moments of vulnerability.

Myself knows this well about my dearself, and in knowing elects to delve deep within childlike refrain.  

Ergo, my dalliance am...

THE GREAT SPHINX OF GIZA
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February 11, 2020
 

“Special - Freezing - Castle”

Once upon a time ...

a
special castle
borne
high
in
the sky

tumbled
down
down

into
broken dreams
upon
a man
who
lost his head

he cried
and mourned
over
freezing
thoughts

and
drank
drank

until
he
fired
a
shot

“In loving memory to all
who’ve succumbed to despair.”

STARS
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February 11, 2020
 

“What Is Love?”

Love is a decision:
A resolution of firmness

Love is compromise:
An agreement, to give and take

Love is a choice:
A recognition of differences; discriminations

Love is dedication:
An allegiance of faithfulness
and loyalty

Love is discovery:
An exploration of finding; unveiling, unfolding

Love is feeling:
Sensation, pleasure,
and sensual touch

Love is outcome:
Consequence and effect

Love is settlement:
A state of stability
and permanence:

Love is a journey:
Of love.

PASSIONATE POET
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February 10, 2020
 


My dearest, Karl

You are the only person who’s ever evoked fierce vehement feeling of annoyance, frustration, and competitiveness in me—while playing chess!

Do you recall the time I slammed your beer bottle against a cement cinder block, and held the jagged glass to your throat, after you announced, “checkmate.”?  

We’d been playing the same game for nearly half a day.  We were down to our last few pieces.

The scale prone to tip either way; until you outsmarted me.

I’d fallen into a perfectly executed trap.  Cleverly masterminded.  I’ll never forget it as long as I live.

It threw me into a rage.

I recognized how brilliantly you planned my demise, and in my defeat, I was colored in j...

PASSIONATE POET
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February 9, 2020
 

“All alone she sat in front of her window.  Listening to sad music.  After ending that toxic relationship that she didn’t know who she was anymore.  She realized she was always what he wanted her to be.  Now it was finally time to learn who she was ...”

“Un Bel Di, Vedremo —
sung by Maria Callas”

mournfully wafted in the air,
for the hundredth time.

Bitterly —Anna yanked the plug of the CD player.

Like Madama Butterfly, and Maria Callas, Anna’s recent toxic relationship broiled over similar and familiar theme of “sex, betrayal, and suicide.”  

Although, Anna, unlike Madama Butterfly and Maria Callas, had yet to resolve in her mind on an explicit escape route.

She felt disinclined to ...

WISE ELF
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February 9, 2020
 

“He sat on the edge of his bed.  Staring at his feet.  Where did I go wrong.  “How could I make this same mistake over and over again.  I never change.  I guess I’m lucky no no ever found out.”  He stands up from the bed and ...

Call me, “Adam, or freakin retard ... or simply call me, FREAK!” shouted Adam.

“Look, listen to me Adam.  It’s going to be fine ... Adam, Adam, look at me!  And would you please keep your F—-feet in the bucket!

We don’t have much time.  High tide is scheduled to rise in forty-seven minutes, and we’ve got to hurry!  We’re at least a solid twenty minutes away without traffic.” Alana implored.

“Fine?  You call this fine, Alana?  I’ve got fuckin’ green-shit oozing th...

THE ALL KNOWING EYE
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February 9, 2020
 

“He sat on the edge of his bed.  Staring at his feet.  Where did I go wrong.  “How could I make this same mistake over and over again.  I never change.  I guess I’m lucky no no ever found out.”  He stands up from the bed and ...

Call me, “Adam, or freakin retard ... or simply call me, FREAK!” shouted Adam.

“Look, listen to me Adam.  It’s going to be fine ... Adam, Adam, look at me!  And would you please keep your F—-feet in the bucket!

We don’t have much time.  High tide is scheduled to rise in forty-seven minutes, and we’ve got to hurry!  We’re at least a solid twenty minutes away without traffic.” Alana implored.

“Fine?  You call this fine, Alana?  I’ve got fuckin’ green-shit oozing th...

THE ALL SEEING EYE
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February 8, 2020
 

“The waves became bigger and bigger.  She should tell it was time to leave.  But something kept her there.  Like a weight was attached to her.  She couldn’t move.  She could only watch as the sea became more and more aggressive...”

By the time Undine resurfaced, the serene cadence that brushed the morning sea in sweet gentleness, had vanished.

The unexpected arrival of the fierce north wind, brought an abrupt end to the balmy tropical south winds and their summer delights.

Discouraged for having lost the tranquil beauty of the day, and possibly the entire season; Undine sadly assembled her scant collection of sea pearls and tucked them securely into multifarious holes within her jeweled ...

MERMAID
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February 7, 2020
 

The year was 1692, the year “Sarah Good” beckoned her young apprentice Rose to her deathbed, and bade her take a blood oath.

This particular night found Sarah Good’s tiny hovel completely stripped of most earthly possessions.  

A lone piece of furniture remained in the room besides the humble cot on which Sarah lay, which was an intricately carved rosewood table upon which rest Sarah’s black jeweled athamé, and a cheerless black candle flame.

“No time for questions, child.” said Sarah, as Rose timidly entered the room.  

Sarah impatiently gestured Rose to sit on the small cot upon which she lay.

Rose obediently perched herself on the outer frame of the wooden cot.

“Afraid?”  Sarah ask...

THE SECRET BOOK
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February 4, 2020
 

Karl’s masculine thickness bulged through the fabric of his pants, and I knew that he was highly aroused, and still deeply ensconced in the warm afterglow of our lovemaking.

“Damn.  A cup of strong black coffee, and a couple more of those tasty eclairs we had at dinner sounds pretty good right now!  What do you say little goose?  You up to indulging on some Parisian sweets before bed—and afterwards, how does a romantic horse-drawn buggy ride through the park of the Bois de Boulogne sound?”

I said nothing, as I slipped smartly into my red heels, and walked saucily over to the floor length mirror to assess my chic look.

As I adjusted the lustrous strand of pearls about my neck, I watched K...

STORYBOOK SCENE
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February 4, 2020
 

I write to unleash repressed, unstated aspects of who I am.

SURREAL SCENE
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February 3, 2020
 

Dearest You,

I have returned and almost wish I had not gone—the time was unbearably short and the return so bleak, so heartbreaking.

B., was unconscious half of every day—body swollen distended and exhausted physically but in remarkably high spirits—always witty and laughed about his hair falling out, even though it shook his core.

What followed in the end was neither good or ill.  Simply life unfolded.

He made me promise to write something, somewhere—I could think of no better place than here; and to you.

Forever with love, B., always and always—until next we meet.

Your loving Sissy ❤️

HOLD ON TO YOUR HEART
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