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Dear Diary..
I was going to tell you about this new obsession of mine..
We are past the turbulent early moments, when you examine the balance sheet of opinions and prejudices and have begun to explore each other - that most intimate verbal art.
Lets see.. He has a sharp and attentive mind not given to easy answers… I can’t wait to hear his opinion. He has a great sense of humor, (Is that because he thinks I'm funny?) and is so cool, but so NOT stuck on himself.
Love is like drama, everything is at stake, everything can happen, the center shifts and things, which have come to decorate the margins of our lives, can be embraced. The psychological interior rearranged. So it is with me now.
I must learn a greater detachment. I am far too willing to give emotional credit to this guy I have only known for weeks.
Whatever graceful tension I have managed to achieve between innocence and experience fades in the clinch and like a medieval magician, trying to capture the immense sea with a single spell, I long to steal a kind of happiness I know I'm not even slightly ready for.
I suppose I'm just a fool for love! =]
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A song for this:
Fools Rush in by Bow Wow Wow
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an early, high school diary entry 2017ish
LOVE LETTER by James Edward Lee Sr.
C-My name is Meow and I am a calico cat now
C-And I am not ashamed to say I'm in love with a dog wow!
C-Covered in maimed I shall rise
C-This handsome pooch comes over licks me on my face and eyes
D-My name is Bow Wow and I'm a golden receiver, yeah I'm fine
D-And I'm not ashamed to show and tell the world I luv you
C-I'm a feline and I am also glad to announce that too are mine
D-Come on here little kitty, let me share my shoe wit ya, ma Boo!
D-I'm writing you this love letter
D-With my pen in paw I'm sayN I love my kitten
D-We shall hang out on the couch
D-I may even for you catch you a mouse
D-I will not be "ruff" with you
D-I'll share bouncing balls and twine and strings
D-You're the cat's meow, my darling
C-And Bow Wow you too are my boo
D-I love you so Meow
D-Your my Calico kitten
C-I love more Bow Wow
C-Your my dog chowder
D-Love you more than Blue Diamond or Purina
D-I will not be "ruff" with you
D-I'll share bouncing balls and twine and strings
C-You're the cat's meow, my darling
C-And Bow Wow you too are my boo
C-Purrr, purr, and your not barking up the wrong tree
C-I am truly in love with you
D-Come on over so we can chase
D-So when we're done we can embrace
D-I'm writing you this love letter
D-With my pen in paw I'm sayN I love my kitten
D-We shall hang out on the chough
D-I may even for you catch you a mouse
C-This is our story let me relinquish
C-I will give you a lick
C-(this is how we kiss)
D-Catch me if you can betcha can't catch me
C-When I climb this tree
D-Come here kitten
D-Read my love letter
Vocal written letter
C-Cat
D-Dog
11/05/17
FOR CONTEST: Love Letter
Sponsored by: Viv Wigley
We are not supposed to fall in love, but we do.
He is a yellow wide mouth; I’m a pup of two.
We meet clandescently as many times as we can.
To kiss and snuggle and sing with a mariachi band.
He understands me better than my sisters or my bro.
We entertain each other singing songs that touch our soul.
His name I have never asked for it would seem forward somehow.
Our relationship is innocent and sweet, he is my bow wow wow.
We plan to be rock stars, my swishy sweet man and I.
We will travel the country, and make each other sigh.
We are a twosome that can never be separated ever again.
He is my soulmate, my forever man, with him I will win.
Sure I make different noises, and he swims instead of walking.
Our love is pure and true, there is no argument or squawking.
The perfect relationship, for children will never get in the way.
We will always have each other’s backs ‘til the end of every day.
There’s a frog sitting on the potty going, “Rib-bit”.
Sitting down where I normally sit.
I am not sure why the frog came to visit,
But he’s sitting on the potty going, “Rib-bit.
There’s a cow sitting on the potty going, “Moo-moo”.
She’s sitting in the same place that I do.
I am not sure why the cow came to see you,
But she’s sitting on the potty going, “Moo-moo”.
There’s a horse sitting on the potty going, “Neigh-neigh”.
I sit on the potty in the same way.
I am not sure if the horse is here to stay,
But he’s sitting on the potty going, “Neigh-neigh”.
There’s a bird sitting on the potty going, “Tweet-tweet”.
I sit on that very same seat.
I am not sure if this ever will repeat,
But she’s sitting on the potty going, “Tweet-tweet”.
There’s a dog sitting on the potty going, “Bow-wow”.
She climbed up there, but I don’t know how.
I am not sure if that dog is done now,
But she’s sitting on the potty going, “Bow-wow”.
There’s a donkey sitting on the potty going, “Hee-haw”.
He’s sitting there as if it were a see-saw.
I am not sure why the donkey came to call,
But he’s sitting on the potty going, “Hee-haw”.
I am sitting on the potty singing my song,
About the animals that have been here all day long.
If they can use the potty it can’t be all wrong,
So I’m sitting on the potty singing my song.
Nonetheless feel gratitude without
cerumen eye zing
January 22, 2020 'ere
and thank guardian angels
who find me continually blessed
regarding audiological sense to hear,
whereby faculty ears avail hear
structures of silence on wing
and prayer grateful ring
around the collar soundwaves,
which analogously ping
pong with supreme functionality
and pleasantly and gloriously bring
audible world wide web despite
my senescence, though amazingly aging.
Though no medical practitioner,
yours truly doth assign
value to learn tidbits,
enamored how biology
and evolution did codesign
about body electric (mine)
being proactive to nip
in figurative bud potential detriment,
that usually gets diagnosed as benign,
especially biannual examination
concerning ears, nose and throat
relieved said organ divine
delivering sonic boom, where
one mortal grovels, while fading
sunlight dances and
enables fading poetic moonshine
to manifest itself without rhyme
nor reason, neither sense nein
sensibility, no doubt readers pine
I desist tempting urge to combine
words together begot
as prodigy progeny
directly linkedin with
impressive "fake" authorial scion
just back after after taking extended
holiday/sabbatical within Apennine
Mountains to bolster every vital sign.
Modern medical science doth allow
enable, and provide this primate
cause he feels wowed at how
examinations every now
and again (usually six months apart)
Medicare doth pay
so one doggone old sow
war puss till death
doth him part, he will vow
to vet health issues,
and in the end barks a final bow wow.
In the distance I can hear church bells chiming a new song.
My best friend is about to marry her bad boy, so wrong.
Believe me, something I would say today would not matter now.
If he turns out okay, I’ll be the first person to say “wow!”
But from what I have already seen, he is a big bow-wow-wow.
I’d rather see her married to my namesake, a beautiful red cow.
He always seems to put her down, making fun of everything.
She told me that she’d bought her own engagement ring.
His parents were surprised that he and she were engaged.
His proposal was a scene from Star Wars, completely staged.
It wasn’t that I was angry or felt left out or blue.
Now that I think about it, those things might actually be true.
I’d better put on my game face and make a fast run back to the wedding.
To congratulate the bride and groom, Mr. and Mrs. Royal P. Tedding.
Forests at nightfall are scary to see;
not just dark forms- but loud sounds flowing free.
Far from at home, with cute puppy's bow-wow;
or from your kitten's sweet, gentle meow.
Skunks and opossums resound with a screech;
harsh sounds for us- but for them, secret speech.
Night owls all hoot, while young fox kits will yelp;
grasshoppers chirp as plump frogs croak to help.
Nightfall brings on the long nocturnal hunt;
bobcats join in with their loud hungry grunt.
Wolves and coyotes- as foxes all howl;
big bears roam free with a loud husky growl.
Not just dark forms- but loud sounds flowing free;
forests at nightfall are scary to see!
Best viewed on film- for you never will flip
creatures that find you before you can zip!
Slender was a svelte sexy, sensuous, sassy, scintillating cow.
Two bulls living in her new pasture both yelled out “Wow!”
She did not give them the time of day, she had a royalty air.
She only ate people food and sat on a favorite plush chair.
Who does she think she is? The other cows groused in a line.
Maybe Queen of the Pastureland said the prissy pig, Clementine.
They whispered about her persnickety ways, making fun of her so.
She did not care at all. Pleasing others was never her goal.
The two bulls got close to the windows to get a glimpse of this cow.
She was not excited about either, called them both a bow-wow.
The dog was insulted, and the cat was angry as she had ever been.
For Slender’s uppity ways and superior attitude never did end.
Arthur, the King, had a big table that
Was ever so round and was heavy and flat
One day it collapsed and it squashed Merlin - SPLAT!
But the wizard came back as a soppy old cat
In Camelot, soon all the doggies were gone
In Camelot, all of the rats tried it on
In Camelot, where the cat wasn’t so daft
He muttered this spell (which was catty witchcraft)
“Gone, the wizard, wise of brow
Gone, the dog, no bow wow wow
Hail the cat, meow meow
Rats, be lunch before me now.”
But wizards, even when they’re cats
Exceed all human lifetime stats
Arthur, long since in the ground
Merlin now, is still around
Not a cat inclined to roam
Never lacked for hearth and home
Any home mad keen on doggies
One quick spell and they choose moggies
Did that in this very house
Turned the dog into a mouse
We took him in and called him Muffy
Silly name, but we’re not stuffy
Under the table, a bed for Muffy
We laid a mat, all pink and fluffy
Muffy spoke which messed my head
Still I heard what Muffy said…
“You may think I’m a soppy cat
Which might explain my fluffy mat
But that there table’s round and flat
There’s no way I’ll sleep under that!”
“I am wizard, wise of brow
Though my skin be feline now
I’m no ‘Muffy’ anyhow
I am Merlin, then… and now!”
6 October 2022
Contest: Merlin The Magic Cat
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
"I love my pets, they warm my heart!" - by poet
My black cat is surely the best there is
she cuddles up to me
at attention she is a wiz
brings awesome glee
My colorful birds go chirp all day long
they bring a smile to me
I love their happy merry song
soothing to be
I miss my nice dog who played the guitar
he is in heaven now
what a little shining bright star
oh the bow wow
Wednesday, January 4, 2023
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