THANK YOU 💜

IF I KNEW a poem

Thursday, 04/19/2018

IF I knew that-I’d-die tomorrow, There’s nothing else I’d rather do,

Than love YOU only through the night and tell you

Lots and lots of “goo,”

LIKE: YOU ARE PERFECT – AND SO CUDDLY –

AND-THAT I THINK “THE WORLD” OF YOU,

AND THIS ONE NIGHT MAKES ALL LIFE “WORTH IT,”

AND-YOU’RE-THE-GAL I’D LIKE TO WOO!

I’d hold onto you-and-cry-a-lot, and (I’d) kiss your “bod” all over,

And, when the morning light would shine,

We’d walk your doggie Rover!*

fin. ❤

    • or Tiny or Lucky or Yen or Butch or Chichi or Danny

or Silver or, just plain ol’ Phil, which means: LOVE! : )

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Don’t JUDGE ME😒

via The Family that Judges…

EDITOR:DAZZLED

CREDIT DUE TO INDEPENDENT BLOGGER.

BELONGS IN BROKEN SOUL.

FRAGILTY IS UNVERSELY LINKED TO LIFESTYLE INVIROMENT GROWING UP

THANK YOU

Conspiracy theorists🙄

Another new year is in full swing, and so are the conspiracy theorists.

Apparently, we’re all gonna die this year, just as it seems we are every year, so don’t plan too far ahead.

Heard all that before

Here is the lastest news for you

Guess What?

You’re not going to get out of this life, “alive” either!

And when you’re dead, you won’t know you’re dead too.

Thought for the Day

” live this moment as if is the last moment of your life.”

But you to can leave this planet a better place.

Humanity shared by you to all living things on Earth is your responsibility.

Leave this world a memory to, all about you.

You can make a small difference here right in the now.

Tell one person each day how much they are needed.

Hug one person each day

Help a small creature to feel looked after

Smile at everyone

Kindness just helping someone to reach a destination

Wave to folk to show you acknowledge them

Little steps lead to giant changes.

You can be this Humanitarian.

Never to be forgotten

Mim©®™1999

Plactic Junk😒

Anyone remember Derrin Hinch while hosting his current affairs show saying something to the effect of “we treat this country as though it belongs to someone else” – same can be said of our treatment of the entire planet.

“More than 268,940 tonnes of litter is estimated to be floating in the Earth’s oceans – that’s the incredible weight of over 1,300 Blue Whales! 80% of this plastic on our coast and in our waters, is being generated from land. Litter is often lost or blown from inland, comes through stormwater drains or thoughtlessly dropped.”

“Once plastic is in the ocean, marine animals are suffering from either becoming tangled up or eating it leading to suffocation and starvation. Plastic has a long legacy too, breaking down into smaller and smaller unidentifiable pieces and lasting thousands of years.”

“Plastic bags and microplastic in particular are mistaken for jellyfish and fish eggs which are not a tasty diet for the animals that eat them. What’s more is what’s in Australian seabirds, with a shocking study revealing 90-100% of Flesh-footed Shearwater chicks on Lord Howe island contain plastic! In 2011, one chick was found to have more than 275 pieces of plastic in its stomach (that’s the equivalent to an average human ingesting 10kg of plastic)!”

Watch “Correct Times to Drink Water to Prevent Heart Attack, Stroke, Poor Digestion, & More – Dr Mandell” on YouTube

ROMANCE

Jenny felt her frown fade a little as the feel of familiar arms wrap around her.

“What are you thinking, Jenny?” a voice asked. Jenny didn’t answer, preferring just to listen to the breathing of the person behind her. The man pressed up against her back, his arms lowering until they were placed firmly on her hips; she smiled.

“I’m thinking, Justin,” Jenny began as she rested her head against the chiselled body behind her, her smoke coloured hair fell loosely down her back tugging in places, but she ignored it.

“Yes?” Justin asked, mischievously poking his head up next to Jenny’s; shaking it so his hair, tickled her nose. Jenny sneezed as she lightly beat her fists against Justin’s legs in petty revenge.

“I’m thinking of this new piece I need to write. For the party tonight. It’s… difficult.”

With a smile, Justin pulled Jenny away from the desk she had been sitting in front of and over to the small record player that had been placed on the shelf.

“What you need is inspiration!” Justin laughed as he quickly grabbed a record seemingly at random from the haphazard stack next to the player and put it on. With a giggle and a tug, Justin spun Jenny round and round to the upbeat tune; the singers expertly belting out a tale of hope and triumph.

Spinning around, Jenny studied Justin; his blue hair, flowing as though it seemed to have a life of its own; the two beautiful red orbs that were his eyes, aglow with hope and something she couldn’t quite place. His pure white shorts and shirt always reminded Jenny of the finely bleached coral near the ocean she played in as a child.

As the song slowed nearing its end, Jenny floated gently along with Justin, relishing the feeling of their bodies pressed together. As she snuggled down, burying her forehead into Justin’s neck, she envisioned the man she was holding.

“Jenny, you’re humming,” Justin said gently. Jenny ignored him for another few minutes before replying.

“I am, and I’ve just found the perfect thing to play.” Quickly she untangled herself from Justin, running a hand through his hair before shoving her dance partner towards the door.

~

Two days later, Justin was standing in the auditorium of the town hall, decked out in a simple blue shirt and black pants. He ignored the looks from the high society who fluttered around, his focus entirely centred on the woman with the long hair and alluring gaze that stood upon the stage; Cello propped up against her.

A rather plastic looking blonde shared the stage, a microphone in hand as she smiled blandly down at her audience.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, for your entertainment, we would like to welcome Ms. Jenny to the stage. She’ll be playing her newly composed song: Pools of Red.”

Justin watched; breath practically non-existent as the stage darkened and the spot light was centred on the beautiful girl with the Cello.

The first notes played and two pools of red watched from the crowed, a single tear sliding down Justin’s check.