I know you may have been a little melancholy
Maybe missing something not quite sure,
But I hope it was me. I have been missing you,
I miss my best friend terribly.
Even though we have our writing,
We write everyday, but you need more
And so do I, it’s time, don’t you think,
To become a couple, a plain pair of two?
But how to go forward from here
It is the most important thing. Lovers becoming
It’s hard to be ignored When I look at you, you look so bored My baby,
"I could’ve been your girl, and you could’ve been my four-leaf clover, If I could do it over,
Purple Sage from my Texas garden. She is 14 years old.
Your wisdom grows with every year,
You stand beautiful and true.
Getting along having lived fearlessly
As a Texas purple flowering shrub,
Though some would considered me as
Zane Gray might say it,
“The purple sage of cowboy song and fame.”
A true survivor of the old west,
An Ancient and the true sage.
I am native of the Ute Tribe
When it comes to dealing with play,
Cats should attempt to set boundaries
For their owners as soon as possible,
Preferably before adulthood.
One simple tip is to interact
By walking away if your human is biting,
Scratching or pouncing on you.
This will help teach humans
That as a cat you will not tolerate
Human negative behavior.
And it is unwanted and unrewarded.
Withholding attention and…
We are brilliantly modest
And yes my partner is modestly stunning.
And if we were roses,
I would want to be planted next to them,
Even though we would appear foolish
Next to so much an elegant extravagance,
But a rose, we are not.
Our delicate, mature appearance
Tricks an average eye,
For far deep beneath our petals
Is where our youthful colors lie.
We’re the mother of all flowers,
A golden drop…
What is freedom for, If not for peace,
And to love, isn’t that what it’s for…
Isn’t freedom about how we choose to live by choice,
To me it’s more than a way of life.
But it’s life in the way we choose to live it
By having the option of choice,
And by having those rights endowed,
That we have earned…and so richly desire.
And so with choice comes responsibility,
It is a privilege to be respected,
A story from Amy, a must read. If you love Above the Mat, peonies , me and Amy. , you will love this.
Originally posted on Petals Unfolding:
The other day at Sultry Suds Launderette,
a beautiful but suspicious young woman could not understand why I put soil in some of the machines at the Launderette.
I heard the words escaping your lips,
Does your heart not deny,
This love and trust within, friendship,
To admit such feelings so intimate
And powerful awareness of us exist .
Proving to be hopeful,
With hearts pounding,
Our bodies trembling
Who was the first to break,
To say those three special words,
This tension between us so creates,
With such a deep breath,
All pride put aside,
Hi, I’m Angela, I had an audition today, It went alright I guess, I rehearsed, used a script,
Powerful words can save us The worst thing is watching Someone drown and not being able…
Life at the Launderette
With a new name; the Sultry Suds
It can be interesting,
I live above the Launderette now
It’s where I met my boyfriend,
Where I meet all my friends, and
My best friend, I fell in love there too.
Living above the Laundry.
It’s a place where we can share stories
And do more than just a load at time.
It’s a pub and suds, if you like to pop in,
Originally posted on Eye-Dancers:
Once again, I have been invited to participate in a blog hop, and once again, I thank you, the WordPress Community, for all of your ongoing support. It’s a true pleasure being a part of the blogosphere, and having the chance to virtually meet so many great people from around the world has been a richly rewarding experience.
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