Royal Birth Announcement

I saw this on the Sun app and thought you’d be interested

Meghan Markle and Prince Harry proudly pose with ‘amazing’ royal baby but there’s no name yet – and bearded dad jokes he’s ‘already got a bit of facial hair’


A Farewell – Coventry

With all my will, but much against my heart, We two now part.

My Very Dear, Our solace is, the sad road lies so clear. It needs no art, With faint, averted feet And many a tear, In our opposèd paths to persevere. Go thou to East, I West. We will not say There ‘s any hope, it is so far away. But, O, my Best, When the one darling of our widowhead, The nursling Grief, Is dead, And no dews blur our eyes To see the peach-bloom come in evening skies, Perchance we may, Where now this night is day, And even through faith of still averted feet, Making full circle of our banishment, Amazèd meet; The bitter journey to the bourne so sweet Seasoning the termless feast of our content With tears of recognition never dry. ~ A Farewell – Coventry

~ Oh! Mr Best You’re Very Bad – Jane Austen Shared

Oh! Mr. Best, you’re very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By me, a tunefull Poet.– You used to go to Harrowgate Each summer as it came, And why I pray should you refuse To go this year the same?– The way’s as plain, the road’s as smooth, The Posting not increased; You’re scarcely stouter than you were, Not younger Sir at least.– If e’er the waters were of use Why now their use forego? You may not live another year, All’s mortal here below.– It is your duty Mr Best To give your health repair. Vain else your Richard’s pills will be, And vain your Consort’s care. But yet a nobler Duty calls You now towards the North. Arise ennobled–as Escort Of Martha Lloyd stand forth. She wants your aid–she honours you With a distinguished call. Stand forth to be the friend of her Who is the friend of all.– Take her, and wonder at your luck, In having such a Trust. Her converse sensible and sweet Will banish heat and dust.– So short she’ll make the journey seem You’ll bid the Chaise stand still. T’will be like driving at full speed From Newb’ry to Speen hill.– Convey her safe to Morton’s wife And I’ll forget the past, And write some verses in your praise As finely and as fast. But if you still refuse to go I’ll never let your rest, Buy haunt you with reproachful song Oh! wicked Mr. Best!– ~ Oh! Mr Best You’re Very Bad – Jane Austen Shared

“I’LL-BE-THERE – FOR-TEAR – IN’ ! ” a poem May 6, 2019 (M) Yes, it’s Cousin Alicia’s birthday today!

“I’LL-BE-THERE – FOR-TEAR – IN’ ! ” a poem May 6, 2019 (M) Yes, it’s Cousin Alicia’s birthday today! They’re having pizza! {Really HIGH quality pizza!} Where’s-The-World goin’? How-[are]-we-fairin’? Well, it’s goin’ – in-the-direction-of, that’s-right! Cousin-Taryn! ‘Cause she’s gra-duatin’ ! DOIN’-THE-DEED-this-year, by-goll’ And this-poem’s-a-FO’-HER, ’cause-I-can’t-afford-to-call!* And-I-ain’t-sold-a-painting-this-year!** You-know, I’m-almost-starvin’ ,*** But-Taryn’s-gonna-MAKE-IT-BIG! She’s-“TEARIN’-IT-UP!-Yeah, CARVIN’ – OUT-A-BLESSED-NICHE-FOR-HER,” whatever-The-World-might-“throw!”**** It’s-GONNA-BE: her-“day-week-month-&-year!” Obviously, [for]-ya-know: Taryn’s-tear-in’ a-brand-new-[w]hole in-“Con-ditional-Real-ity!” WATCH OUT WORLD, here she comes, [with] SO-MUCH “spunk-ee-al-ity,” It’s-in-the-direction-of-brilliance! and-GLORY! where-our-Taryn leans! This, I’m-absolutely-sure-of, for-She-has-got-my genes! 🙂 – Yay! Happy Graduation! fin <3

* – Just kiddin’ ! I’m quite “a cheapskate,” but, who knows, I might yet! 🙂 – Oh! No! ** – Well, that’s true! Has EVERYONE lost their ability to judge outstanding art at more-than-reasonable prices, I ask you?! 🙂 – Geez! ** – Well, I DO seem to get enough grub! Yummy! And, it’s almost time for a snack! “I just LOVE to TAR-YN-to-my-food!” The Mystic Poet. **** – HER way!

Congratulations well done 🌞 Graduation 🌞

Bob Dylan

Shadows are falling and I been here all day It’s too hot to sleep and time is running away Feel like my soul has turned into steel I’ve still got the scars that the sun didn’t let me heal There’s not even room enough to be anywhere It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there Well my sense of humanity is going down the drain Behind every beautiful thing, there’s been some kind of pain She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind She put down in writin’ what was in her mind I just don’t see why I should even care It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there Well I been to London and I been to gay Paree I followed the river and I got to the sea I’ve been down to the bottom of a whirlpool of lies I ain’t lookin’ for nothin’ in anyone’s eyes Sometimes my burden is more than I can bear It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there I was born here and I’ll die here, against my will I know it looks like I’m movin’ but I’m standin’ still Every nerve in my body is so naked and numb I can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away from Don’t even hear the murmur of a prayer It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there……: Bob Dylan

Thought-full 🌼🌼🌼


“DOGGIE STYLE!” a poem May 7, 2019 (Tuesday) I WANT A DOGIEE! I need me a doggie! I LOVE me my doggie! (tears) [Next:] YOU! Take-care-of-my-doggie! I want me to marry; I want a nice “hubby!” I NEED ME a hubby! but – NOW, he’s a “tubby!!” HE should-not be-“difficult;” he-should WORK-mo’-hard; I still love me doggie! Not-very-much “my-pard!” So, I-divorced-that-guy! I’m-not-really-sure-why, But, I sill got my doggie, but, then, WHY’D-DOGGIE-DIE? ” ‘Cause, My Honey, YOU-CAN’T-TAKE-CARE, OF ANYTHING, (pause) but – you-need-not-tear, Your hair – from-your-head-or-your-chinny-chin-chin! HAVING NO ABILITY TO BE RESPONSIBLE – ISN’T A SIN! It’s JUST THE WAY YOU ARE – and we ALL are too! Doggie needs to die, IF (s)he’s too dependent on you, And hubby probably-needs – to-be long gone, ‘Cause: Isn’t marriage – just another big, ol’ con?” WE’RE ALL CONNECTED! CONNECTED ALREADY! No-ceremonies-are-needed! Here! Here’s-my-friend-Freddie, Krueger! Yes, he’s one with us too, His sharp-knife-hands – know just what to do! RIP YOU TO PIECES – and FEED YOU TO THE DOGGIE! Don’t worry ’bout nothing! ‘Cause-everything’s-pretty-foggy! The FOG hides – It obscures – a clear-view of-your-connection-to-ALL! We’re REALLY ALL taking care of each other, so-you-don’t-have-to-call, On SOMEONE-to-take-charge of this fine, Divine Mess! Everything-will-get-done-JUST-FINE! by-Freddie! or Rudolf Hess! fin <3

“IS IT SAFE?” a poem a.k.a.: “Yes And No!” May 7, 2019 (Dual-ity Day: 2ZDAY)

“IS IT SAFE?” a poem a.k.a.: “Yes And No!” May 7, 2019 (Dual-ity Day: 2ZDAY) Is it safe to come out? Is there anything I should KNOW about? Gosh! It’s AN AWFULLY BIG WORLD, isn’t it? “Well, it might be! It-might-be-in-JUST A BIT, IF – YOU choose to explore – the inner reaches of space! YOU! Who hail from The Dimension – of The Pure Human Race, Who, from The Light of Day, do hide your face, Behind – your values – and beliefs – and PROPOSED DISGRACE! YOU’RE FINE! YOU CAN COME OUT NOW! Don’t ask me how! Don’t ask me how!” But, I’ve [we’ve] GOT TO – ask you! No one else will know! “Come on! ASK YOURSELF! for You can go: Into-Your-Unconscious-or-Subconscious-or-Collective-Conscious, And-FIND-YOUR-ANSWERS-THERE! OR – find: THERE ARE NO QUESTIONS (really) So, about-answers, Why-should-you-care?” fin <

“I’m On The Top of The World!” – The Carpenters