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That Darling Jasper Dog I call him sometimes my monkey dog he is such a sweet grinnin’ baboo just cuz his sweet tri-colored face with eyes that seem to shine anew each time he looks at me our you the love that shines in his eyes so true takes away that affliction named “blue” for we also know the sky in every hue fills us with emotions always new We see the heavens at night and day each time is a heavenly bouquet that grows the flowers and sweet hay then night moon & starlight to display Changing clouds of diverse face sunlight rays disperse in grace so may it be as you shall find joy in our loving dog, like Jasper our boy Now you know what is true and you may need that lovin’ too is a furry sweet pet or two will chase away, with fur so warm keeping your heart & soul from harm With love to Chuck from Jasper and Me for keeping us charmed so happily 💗 🌟 💘 Photo:  Jasper as a little Pup & Shelley's Foot

  Tiger and Beaver Tell Tale Wrap your imagination upon this scene as if it is appearing on a movie screen Walking into a tiger cage at the zoo & a beaver both singing a tune or two Daddy became enamored with a girl thought he’d take a romantic whirl told her he would never ever leave her dubbed her his sweet dancing beaver knew that she was a true true believer singing tunes charming as lovely Little Eva He was indeed one enchanted old man so thrilled that he could hardly stand recalling prancing to the radio tunes as Little Eva’s voice made him swoon When she walked into our living room You’d swear he was a fresh blushing groom Astonished as she broke into a bright smile saw why he gallivanted that extra mile You see our Mama had passed away a memory present to us each day We knew him also as a sappy old sot who need to love someone a lot this sweet new beaver child so very fond filled the vacuum missing in hi...

This is a tale of our dining room, through the eyes of a visitor:  yes there are 37 mounted specimens, 10 paper, 6 cut paper (as seen here) and 4 bug images as the decor . . .... Wal tz Butter 🦋 As she looked at the art filled walls Her eyes dance as if at a lovely ball Butterflies fly open winged in melody Her partners in flowery loving harmony the room became a field with daisies and tulips Feathered with songs of fluttering bloom So many kinds with wings sharp and smooth Lacey silken colors dispersed any gloom Such instruments they seemed to play A visual rhythmic orchestral holiday Those winged insects brought romance Partner music for a soulful dance The waltz seems like the historic steps To grace the beauty, a party prance Indeed they filled the soul with pep Through eyes that whorled in a dance Maybe blossom flies should be their title That motion to announce each fluttering wing Is not like butter lovely as it may taste For we swallow them ...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Timber, Snowfall Another tree it fell it fell off the steep mountains side it seems climbing swiftly high behind our hou...

Thursday Morn the 27th Night Portrait, Man w/Goldfish (stained glass) Or something in that order Almost the end of Month number two Marching steadily, quickly away Hoping that spring it soon will pursue Punished with side stepping seasonal puns After a night fizzled away, once quickly begun Then tortured with unrelenting belches And blue spotted dreams on the run Oh yes, not pictures or stories To sparkle, ripple up the slumber cycle  I get sharp tortures of hidden accounts  cutting sword like bloody Saint Michael Just like gas emitted like farts The holy land tri-faith angel of wrath Seems to want to destroy my sleep Stabbing harshly a post mortem bloodbath It seems that little vision tickets Of daily worries, bitches, daily news Have jumped inside my noggin so sharp To curdle and mold my positive views it seems not just our nation has fallen Taking us out of the living into our bedroom With greed and violence a daily madness Instead of spring flows chasing the doom Oh, let t...

  Flushing blushing silly thoughts (or The True Mid-Century Modern) 🚽 As I watched a wiped white wad Of soft silky toilet tissue Swirling swimming sinking down The white fixed potty throat I wonder of the history of humankind And what they did used to wipe their butts Before this soft paper on a roll & porcelain flushing pots to sit upon? Oh, yes some of us remember Old Spiegel catalogues beside those wooden holes before indoor luxurious bathrooms where the latest fashion decree for indeed our outhouses were just that usually with two holes I do not ever recall partnering to take a poo maybe my sisters did as girls seem to have a bond boys only do when standing up not in but outside like every burly man Did the ancients use their hands wash, wipe them in puddle, stream or river where they did a cleansing ritual or did they use the nearest leaf or frond green or autumn crisp brown? Ah, such a mystery our past we like the animals Just naturally gifted to dispose to cleanly from ...

  Joyous Day Marlyn What a joyous note to read Facebook does its finest task telling us that this grand date sings a song lovely at last In is a tune filled so lovingly with a melody that Marlyn is you a wonder that has graced our lives with an embracing point of view We wish you that this grand day rewards the present given to you a love and knowledge seeking soul wonderful & varied as the ocean blue You know when we think of you our hearts and mind do smile for your aura glows with compassion Like the lotus in my window Thank you for the gift you give you work so hard to pass on to others with affection, open ears & heart you bless each Sister Father Mother Brother May you celebrate this natal day and it be the first picture dear that will capture a healthy, golden goodness shine in your own new year With love from heart and hands Happy Birthday Marlyn Unique in all the world may stars, moon and sun always shine insid...