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AMAZING AMERICANS πŸ˜ƒ

Only in America

Looking up here there are a couple of ringins’

Price Charles thinks he an AMERICAN TOO.

Mr Putin believe in Mr Trump being his house boy next year, did you know that πŸ˜‚

Well your guess is probably better than my American knowledge who these Dudes are up above. Oh my goodness gracious how did AMERICA SURVIVE THEIR INTERNAL POLITICS.

Gee wiz congratulations AMERICA

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Animal Rights

β€œHuman beings are a part of the animal kingdom, not apart from it. The separation of “us” and “them” creates a false picture and is responsible for much suffering. It is part of the in-group/out-group mentality that leads to human oppression of the weak by the strong as in ethic, religious, political, and social conflicts.” ― Marc Bekoff


Poetry 🌼

β€˜WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad
At the falling of the year,
When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad,
When the boughs are yellow and sere?
Where are the old ones that once we had,
And when are the new ones near?
What shall we do for our garlands glad
At the falling of the year?’
β€˜Child! can I tell where the garlands go?
Can I say where the lost leaves veer
On the brown-burnt banks, when the wild winds blow,
When they drift through the dead-wood drear?
Girl! when the garlands of next year glow,
You may gather again, my dearβ€”
But I go where the last year’s lost leaves go
At the falling of the year.’

~ A Song of Autumn – Adam Lindsay Gordon

Poetry 🌼

They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less
Of sound than of words,
In lands where bright blossoms are scentless,
And songless bright birds;
Where, with fire and fierce drought on her tresses,
Insatiable Summer oppresses
Sere woodlands and sad wildernesses,
And faint flocks and herds.
Where in drieariest days, when all dews end,
And all winds are warm,
Wild Winter’s large floodgates are loosen’d,
And floods, freed by storm;
From broken-up fountain heads, dash on
Dry deserts with long pent up passion–
Here rhyme was first framed without fashion,
Song shaped without form.
Whence gather’d?–The locust’s glad chirrup
May furnish a stave;
The ring os rowel and stirrup,
The wash of a wave.
The chauntof a marsh frog in rushes
That chimes through the pauses and hushes
Of nightfall, the torrent that gushes,
The tempests that rave.
In the deep’ning of dawn, when it dapples
The dusk of the sky,
With streaks like the redd’ning of apples,
The ripening of rye.
To eastward, when cluster by cluster,
Dim stars and dull planets, that muster,
Wax wan in a world of white lustre
That spreads far and high.
In the gathering of night gloom o’er head, in
The still silent change,
All fire-flush’d when forest trees redden
On slopes of the range.
When the gnarl’d knotted trunks Eucalyptian
Seemed carved like weird columns Egyptian
With curious device–quaint inscription,
And heiroglyph strange.
In the Spring, when the wattle gold trembles
‘Twixt shadow and shine,
When each dew-laden air draught resembles
A long draught of wine;
When the skyline’s blue burnished resistance
Makes deeper the dreamiest distance,
Some song in all hearts hath existence,–
Such songs have been mine.

~ A Dedication – Adam Lindsay Gordon

Letter to my Husband πŸ’™πŸ’™

I posted this short quote here my Darling Husband

I found this today hunting through my stashed away pictures tucked in a secret place where I collect memories of us.

Then it came to me out of the BLUE

REMEMBER that time I listened to gossip and repeated to you, oh! my life with my husband is tricky sometimes

He hugged me, cuddles, kisses and grooming, lead me to the bed sat me on the edge pulled up his velvet chair looked me squarely in the eyes, that’s when I listen, looking at those black eyes glistening

My heart loves to listen, cause he knows exactly why I love him just the way he is

It’s really hot tentsion between us, I know it’s Teaching time, breathlessly I watch every musscle, twitch and that mouth, oh, excitement in my body takes on in just how powerful he loves me. At this point I’m so vulnerable inside

” Truth will still be truth if not a single person believes it ”

Word’s of wisdom said by my Husband is so powerfully spoken when I watch his lips.

My husband is perfectly suited to me cause he knows exactly why I love him just the way he is when he’s COMFORTING me

There’s a mysterious man who lives in that strong moral principled man

Yes I am devoted to my Husband Sir πŸ’™
( moral of this letter is never debate your husband, watch his face closely and feel his intense glaze looking like a Gladiator into your eyes hold is attention and he will melt, so will you. Enjoy these moments and learn)

Animal Kingdom πŸπŸ›πŸ•·πŸ


” Mankind is not the only animal that laughs, cries, thinks, feels and loves.
Sooner we acknowledge that animals are emotional beings, the sooner we will cease destroying animals
And embrace them as brothers and sisters”

Interesting term “atheist” This post is just a ” Word for the Day” Category.

The term atheist was coined in response to the religion phenomenon, and means β€˜the absence of belief in a creator’.

It’s not really a thing, it’s the opposite of a thing.

It’s the human default position.

Atheism is not a belief system, it’s the acknowledgment that one has no belief system.

One doesn’t β€˜believe’ in science, one relies upon science to inform one’s position.

EDITOR

THIS POST IS ONLY INTENDED

WORD OF TODAY

[ NO OFFEND IS INTENDED ]