Sailing home to England
o'er the bounding main
oh to see those white cliffs
fields of green and feel the rain again
sailed away for a year and a day
an albatross following t'was a good sign
with wings wide-spread overhead
'tween tropics weather was fair all was fine
sailors know where the trade winds blow
and trust their compass true
but my days a'roving the briny deep are now done
I'm rolling down a rhumb line arc to you
she steals stealthily and purposefully into my kitchen
no one hears the teensy tiny tapping of her pretty paws
she slinks into the corners of the room, staring with night eyes
her yellows are getting dark, almost turning as ebony as her fur
she grabs her supper in one enormous daring bounding pounce
there is a quick squeak and then silence; she is a warrior
Bella's entrancing green eyes
stare wistfully into my own.
She's a windowsill jumper, bounding with grace
whose taken over my apartment as if it's her place.
She's such a pretty little kitty, a catnip dancer
who seems to see herself as a feline, divine.
She charmed me on the day I found her
but as a rescue, she needed time to come to me.
I know this is where she was meant to be.
Sweet girl with a history that remains a mystery
She never meows with sass when corrected,
and her purrs are soothing whispers in the night.
Bella brings me hours of great joy
so, I reward her loyalty with a toy or two.
Wearing a long-haired burnt umber coat,
she sidles up to me, anticipating a petting.
Bella bestows love that I'll not be forgetting
A lap-curler when she chooses to be social
but aloof which proves the theory to me...
'Sometimes cats just like being left alone.'
Spring Explosion 5-5-26
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Spring Explosion
A razzle dazzle of cerise surges
Bounding carmine flares
Sparks of chartreuse sizzle
Sapphire spangles ignite
Lavender fire combusts
Vernal mischief! Spring explodes!
funniest video of the day
it’s probably been around for years
but I did not see it until today
a bear is in someone’s back yard growling two feet from a dog
the dog is barking, the bear is snarling
two humans are shrieking for the dog to get away from the bear
out of nowhere a cat comes bounding
she jumps up into the bear’s face and gives him an upper right and left
her paws are going bam, bam, bam
The bear turns and runs off
with the cat in pursuit
I cannot stop laughing
Our five year old hound dog mix.
the sweet Southern name of Beau,
jet black, sleek,
white chest and throat,
is living with his brother, Arrow,
and a new family for Beau.
I’ll miss his daffy antics,
and chasing indignant squirrels
in the spacious yard,
but we just couldn’t keep him,
he is still a dog of our hearts,
he’ll always be my granddog,
with his jovial amber eyes
and friendly licks on the side
of my head.
He’d sit at attention when he
wanted a treat,
he and Gus, our terrier mix,
had comical zoomies bounding
on the grass.
But now he’s on a new adventurous
life journey,
getting into mischief with Arrow,
we won’t forget you,
big boisterous Beau,
happy doggie tales to you. ~
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Without warning, they came
twelve jackrabbits rushing across
ice-kissed mesquite,
their ears shining with stars,
their hooves kicking up constellations.
Santa grabbed hold real tight,
his red hat flapping
like a startled roadrunner.
The reindeer back home
would never believe this~
Wow! How Texas moonlight
turned sleek fur silver,
how the rabbits wove
between prickly pear and oil derricks,
delivering joy in wild, bounding leaps.
By sunrise, they disappeared~
leaving just tracks in the Chihuahuan dust
and one lost jingle bell
nestled in the Texas sage.
*“A jackrabbit is a type of hare known for its long ears and powerful hind legs. Unlike rabbits, jackrabbits do not live in burrows and are typically found in open areas like deserts and grasslands.”(Source Wikipedia.com)
Cult of satan, popes and prelates kings princes, and pawns broking power.' Banks
And generals, a shaking is occuring, boundry's face an un-bounding..Kevin Annett, is pounding.
.on the black door of denial. Will there be much un-robing? Twenty six solid witnesses.' Court
Proceedings, i c c now
in process satanic ritual, pro-action; against is happening Responding; answering to too much sin.' We await the interaction, legal lawfull
Confronting sheer evil, of this world i grow
Tired, yet refuse to be mired.'
Alone with paws,
those brown bear mauls
though safe within these walls.
This form I inhabit, a one-eyed-creature
with unstrung pearls. The fur
savagely unfurls; the muscles
breathlessly bounding toward me.
I don’t feel helpless though
nothing’s helpful.
Up and down carry
of my spectacles. I am a spectacle.
Can’t see past the forest of trees.
I can hear the chuffing
of the predator. He knows
I can’t unrun him. Jocularly,
he’s on my chest, examining my eye,
heavy on my leg, giving me pause.
My life’s not in danger and yet
the enemy plays with my soul.
Still I know, he has no tricks,
nor treats, that God will not defeat.
Standdown Day
USS Coral Sea—Spring 1979
standdown day
no flights
alone I stand upon flight deck
three football fields long
thousands of tons of solid steel
an insignificant gray speck
upon the bounding main
below decks five thousand sailors
and marines on a mission
some scramble, others grind on
some sleep
fourteen-hour days
seven days straight
now standdown day
dusk
gulf water mirror still
a vivid rainbow spans in
a high, full, majestic arc
horizon to horizon
night
below decks I pass berthing
areas crowded with
bed racks stacked three high
eerily quiet for a crammed
metal city
I must work through the
Night and into the morning
Looking forward always to
The next port
by Robert Gorelick
November 11, 2025
In potted hills Finnish
Cauldrons run quips losing custard!
Vanquished serpents necking
Lounging cretons lavish
Tasking tisks
Mirroled bounce
Hinde bounding exiles
Worrisome kneels condensing bonnet?
Will and either knawlings
Coffered
Loave of Samson
Reason less below her faults
French horror?
Recalcitrant!
Come on! Let them do, let them pass
Today is not time
To shoot people anymore!
Don’t you know is November the 9th 1989?
Today there is not time
To stop goods anymore!
Come on! Only one thousand dollars
Will cost you a plenty full track!
At 9 past 21 p.m.
The wall is falling down!
Laissez faire, laissez passer!
There are bound to be changes
For our lives further on!
It’s crashing down
Together with our illusions
Their false promises
The wrong secular hope!
Come on!
The wall is not hiding anymore
The totems of progress!
Let’s go worshipping
The glittering gods
Bounding ahead!!
A tiger cuddling in my lap
my dog observed
mouth agape
I said to my dog
nail your jaw together
Beware lest the ground it does scrape
But instead Fido barked
and off raced the tiger
bounding way beyond the landscape
My brave barker said to me
That’s why they say ~
Getting rid of a tiger’s ‘dog’s play’
And lo of that wave riven coast
That bounding sea who cries here most
On wind tossed shores where teardrops sown
Yearn to make their passions known
Forever clasped with lover with foe
Whereon? Only the horizon knows
Forever onward hand in hand
Wave tossed sea and battered strand
Face to face they lie
Murmuring their sad goodbyes
Tumultuous wave to scarred shoreline
Their bond no auger can divine
No mortal eye nor wind perceives
Wither that eternal embrace may cleave
For here hath to each other waged
A covenant to span the age
Wolf.
Puma.
Long-necked (or was it
long-bodied?)
Dragon.
Forest...Fire.
A Bunny, cute -
and on its back.
A Bounding Fox
with Seaspray Fluff
of Following Tail.
A long-nosed Fellow
bearing bulbous eyes;
grown wider with surprise
at the Cloudball gone:
teetering off from said
Nose.
A Wingsuit Aerialist
falling bellylong into
greens below. Laughing.
An Otter, now -
popped up from (,some-
how,) a Prairie Dog’s hole.
Over the Water Gap.
A profile, of
a Presence’s Silouhette
but with lip backlit...
and Chin. About to
Smile in the foreground
of...a
...Waterfall of Light.
Curiously, a Bighorn Seahorse Sheep.
I drive.
Press on.
I drive.
Look up.
I drive.
Clouds drift. I drive.
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