These pictures of cats and dogs are so adorable…the cats and dogs are truly beautiful.
This Artist Is Making Flower Crowns For Animals And They Look Majestic
Archive for March, 2019
Poetry…
are there special words
to be used in a poem
words that are cloudy
obtuse and pedantic
are poems often written
upside down
wrong ways around
or even backward
is a poem considered good
when it can’t be
understood
are some poets
lauded
even applauded
when no one can agree
on what they’re saying
because in reality
they aren’t saying anything
at all
but think they are special
and misunderstood
because they can’t write a line
that’s even close
to being good
and we wonder
why poetry books don’t sell
while people shrink back
from the very word itself
when children run screaming
from the classroom
when asked to write a poem
how loquacious
and vivacious
when the truth is
that poems that matter
aren’t written to impress
with a vocabulary
that bores
but are written from the heart
a gift from the writer to the reader
that can be easily understood
and appreciated
because poetry
is life itself
on the most basic level
not made to confuse
but to hold out a word
then another
and another after that
so that bonds can be formed
and feelings
experiences
and ways of seeing the world
can be transferred
from one to another
at least
that’s what poetry means
to me
Quote
POLITIKS OF GRAFFITI 125: NOT EXONERATED (by any stretch of the imagination) — TOKIDOKI (NOMAD)
This week, none of the photos are mine, but they did come to me on my various social media accounts and I found them to be very appropriate to the insane happenings of this week. Art. is Art. is Art. And it informs us of what’s going on whether we care to read the words […]
via POLITIKS OF GRAFFITI 125: NOT EXONERATED (by any stretch of the imagination) — TOKIDOKI (NOMAD)
Quote
Green Winged & Scarlet Macaws~ — (these photographs are truly amazing-G)
Green Winged Macaws have green feathers on their wings and red feathers on their face. They are red, green and blue, and live in South America. Scarlet Macaws are red, yellow and and blue, with white faces. Scarlets live in Central America. I was amazed to come upon this friendly scarlet in Costa Rica. I […]
Quote
“If the citizens neglect their duty and place unprincipled men in office, the government will soon be corrupted . . . . If a republican government fails to…” — Art of Quotation
“If the citizens neglect their duty and place unprincipled men in office, the government will soon be corrupted . . . . If a republican government fails to secure public prosperity and happiness, it must be because the citizens… elect bad men to make and administer the laws” Noah Webster, writer
Okay, so…
So many people say, “we’re all the same…we’re all one, we’re all connected.” Well, we are as a SPECIES, but that’s as far as it goes.
Here’s how I look at it. Think library. We’re all different books, with our own story. Most people only read what they LIKE. Why would we read things we didn’t like? Well, that’s what schools are for, right? Making you read things you hate, so that you never want to read again. That’s how we are when it comes to books. Why should it be any different between people?
We like who we like and we don’t like who we don’t like. It really doesn’t matter why. It can be a gut feeling, or something obvious, but some people are POISON to us and suck the joy from life. Doesn’t matter how we’re connected, we need them out of our lives and they can take their stories with them. Now, just keep letting that idea get bigger and bigger and you can see that being genetically connected is MEANINGLESS. We don’t argue between our bodies, we argue because we don’t like each other’s stories. We are never going to be ONE, now while we are here, at least, and we are never going to like everyone’s story.
Our country is currently torn in two, with all the books I can’t stand on THEIR side and all the books I care about on MY side. YES, IT IS AN US AND THEM WORLD. The people on the other side, feel the same exact way about their books and mine. We will NEVER READ THE SAME BOOKS. We aren’t the same, We aren’t one. We are shelved in different sections, kept far away from each other, like Business and Science Fiction, their spines don’t touch. That doesn’t mean someone wouldn’t read both, of course, since the two subjects don’t conflict in any way, but there are sections that would catch on fire if their pages met. A book about the _______ in Washington and a book by Noam Chomsky, for example. Freedom vs Hitler. You know what I mean.
We are each a book unto ourselves. If you look at other people as if they’re books, things make a lot more sense than all that silly stuff about us being the same. As Lewis Black said, “We’re like snowflakes, each of us different.” We do terrible things to each other. We kill each other, remember that. There is no big ONE…there are simply a lot of one-of-a- kinds.
Image
Scott heard about Sherlock Holmes and decided to become a private eye. He’s not sure what he’s going to do but he has a trench coat and a magnifying glass, so he’s ready for his first case. The hens want to hire him to find out who ate all the cookies last night but he said he’s not that kind of private eye.
How they met…pretty short story
“This is a garden shop, right? You sell flowers, right?” he asked.
She looked over the sea of flowers and slowly said, “Y e s. This is a garden shop and flowers are for sale.”
“I don’t know anything about flowers so can you help me? I know you women are aggressive and pushy nowadays, but do you think you could just tone it down and tell me about the flowers?.”
“Excuse me?”
“How about those red ones over there?”
“They aren’t for sale.”
“What about the pink ones?”
“They aren’t for sale either.”
“Well what is for sale,” he asked.
“Nothing is for sale.”
“I thought you said this was a garden shop.”
“You must have misunderstood. This IS a garden shop, but it only sells flowers to pushy and aggressive women and the men who love them. Since you are neither, you need to leave.”
“Hey,” said the guy behind her, as he slipped his arm over her shoulder. “This guy bothering you?”
“He was just leaving.”
“I should report you,” he snapped at her. “And you,” he said to the guy. “How can you be with her. What’s wrong with you?”
“I thing that’s a question you need to ask yourself buddy,” said the guy, removing his arm from her shoulders and moving forward.
“You deserve each other,” grumbled the man, as he walked away.
The guy turned to her and said, “Hi. My name is…”
“I was handling the situation. Thank you very much. I didn’t need to be rescued.”
“Is that what you thought I did? No way, I just wanted to punch the guy in the face for giving the rest of us males a bad name.”
She looked at him and started laughing. “What was your name?”
“Greg.”
“Lee.”
“Lee and Greg invite you too…”
“Are we a couple already?”
“I don’t see why not. I mean, I should do something to make up for the jerk that just left. I figure, dinner, flowers, and maybe deep dark chocolate.”
“You forgot the cat.”
“And a cat,” he said, quickly. “We can go rescue one right now. I know a shelter.”
“So, you’re willing to take me to dinner, give me flowers, dark chocolate and a cat?”
“If there’s anything else I forgot, just tell me.”
“I think that’s everything.”
“Good. When do you get off work?”
“Oh, I don’t work here. I just wanted to buy some flowers when Mr. Weird walked up to me and did his moron routine. I did lose a customer for this shop though. I’ll buy a big plant to make up for it. A plant that won’t poison a cat.”
“See, now how am I not supposed to fall in love with you right away?”
Rethinking Life 
Written
on March 31, 2019