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A Daughter Of Eve

A fool I was to sleep at noon,

  And wake when night is chilly

Beneath the comfortless cold moon;

A fool to pluck my rose too soon,

  A fool to snap my lily.

My garden-plot I have not kept;

  Faded and all-forsaken,

I weep as I have never wept:

Oh it was summer when I slept,

  It's winter now I waken.

Talk what you please of future spring

  And sun-warm'd sweet to-morrow:—

Stripp'd bare of hope and everything,

No more to laugh, no more to sing,

  I sit alone with sorrow.

~ Christina Rossetti

A Bevy Of Beauties #20: A Tag Bonanza (42 Photos)

I've collected so many pics over the years and the ones that I don't choose to feature on my blogs and social sites ultimately just get deleted...But why? I've decided to just bunch them all together and post them anyway. I mean, I originally liked the pic enough to save it, right? So why not share it? So this is where I'll dump all the pics I decided for whatever reason won't be featured during my regular posting sessions when I get enough of them to fill a post (if you've followed me for some time, you have to know I'm a creature of habit, right?). So I hope you enjoy them as much as I did finding them! *KISSES*

The Further You Go Down, The Better And Better She Gets!

Thy Soul Is An Hourglass

Thy soul

An hourglass

Filling with sand,

Stirring up stars

~ Gregory Golden

She's A "Bobby" I'd Love To Be Arrested By

Thought Police

I'm afraid

So afraid

Of being arrested

By the thought police

Their rules are many

Think this

Think that

Don't diverge from the normal

Stop playing on the street corner of tomorrow

Let sleeping dogs rest

Do not question

Do not burn on passionate bonfires

I watch as they ready their weapons

They display arresting warrants through clouded glass

Fifty shades of bland

Cuffs dangling from bulging belts

Bound in self rightous blunder

They wait outside my door

Screaming bull horns command me to exit my paper freedom

I am blinded by search lights, forced to use my third eye

Fearful of their uniformed presence

How long will they be held at bay?

I hold their preconceptions hostage

They cannot see beyond their script

Trained in the warfare of ignorance 

They say "who are you, to question our authority?"

I answer

"I am the poet

The one who dreams beyond here and now

My words push through yesterday like a plow!

Yet I am gentle like the rain

Equal parts of pleasure and pain

A powerful detergent

I remove ancient stains

With my words I shake the ground

I will not be stopped by another's sound

Arrest me, yet you can't stop what I think

Within my mind I determine what I drink."

The thought police

Turn to another

The writings of our sisters and brothers

They wait, with cuffs in hand

Unable to understand

The few

The many

Who have joined hands

The poets

The thinkers

We take a stand

~ Richard Lamoureux 

Look At Those Kitty's Eyes! Too Funny!

“The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.” — George Moore

Stamps Of Approval #31 (Hot Sexy Women Pic Dump - 20 Photos)

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“While I sleep, I dream of you, and while I wake, I long to hold you in my arms. If anything, our time apart has only made me more certain that I want to spend my nights by your side, and my days with your heart.” — Nicholas Sparks