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Most beautiful creature I had ever seen
More gorgeous than ebony pumas or wild wolves
I was fascinated, and intimidated; she was the Sheila.
There was danger in knowing her.
She was the ultimate circus star; a performer.
An artesian, her traveling RV was full of hand painted beauty.
The Sheila would have travelled easily in a gypsy wagon,
except the circus manager would not tolerate it.
I think they used to be married.
She was Bohemian, confident, a woman of truth.
Her beauty astounded and confounded us.
The Sheila could do every job in the circus, and she did.
She tamed the lions and sometimes swung from a trapeze.
She was stunning; mysterious and beautiful.
It was more than enough to wow me.
Form:
"Nog slurpers"
He said his new female freind was considered a cougar.
She was much older than he was. They debated two terms in conversation
she dated one fella 14 years her junior while being 44, he was 30.
Minerva told Aphrodite that after there frill she would seek a man to marry might he wish to procreate Ishall lead him to a divine repository for seamen. We knew what she really said. Some how she'd find a way to distort the reality might a future of sea fearing women rejoice at the defeat of the human man.
Minerva father him whose features were more like his then his own brother. She hated the fact that these men had something to say. She then divided from him to cosort with another. And two she spoke so that the women would stand before the Sperm Repository to watch the folk come and go. I heard a Baritone speak to a flutist they begged one another for respect. each skill had lacked proper respect it became there reason for togetherness. I caused him to be disrespected she said, might he never wished to be with me, am I hopeless or frightening: hinting at devine planning for future saviors. My body shall become the cosmic storage of life essence, then he shall be drained from the pour's of the clouds. Extorted as he is a man! Yes you eligible she spoke to on coming men as they walked by, yes you too are eligible.
From the Book
"Puta de Bad Omen"
by Didgy Dheeze
leader of the Lain-Lian Music Group
" The Band from Fair Crest'
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A myth about pumas and cougars standing out in front of mines
when motherlodes have been found.
the men there want love and pussy.
The Protraction of the Epiphany
Complacency in a stilted light of regret
Vagrancy in a jilted sight of neglect
Emergency in a wilted light of insects
The urgency of a curative substance to inject
Wellsprings of artificial truth and humour
Hells things accumulate with the modern day consumer
A year in the jungle with the rare black Asian Pumas
A fear and a rumble of a growing brain tumour
Excerpts of illumination beaming out through a crowd
Concerts of contamination leaning forward and loud
An old hearse of consecration screaming lines of the Proud
A written verse of invitation about what is sworn and vowed
Desert storms inland from the sea
Crescent forms of moonlight that shine down upon me
Elegant storms of starlight that are too bright to even see
Decadent norms shed for what’s right as you embolden the free
Elevated insights into the passages of time
Nominated fights about the ravages of crime
Consecrated rights about the rhythm of a rhyme
Ill-created sights as we look to the night for a sign
Refine the moment before you descend from your throne
Define who owns it as humanity leaves you alone
Confine who clones it before it hijacks all of your homes
Incline to hone it before the Queen turns to stone
Perpetuate the intimate and sign up for the next sequel
Commiserate the consulate before human rights become the prequel
Eviscerate then integrate as you shout about it from the steeple
Amalgamate then consecrate the water for the people
Divide the notion of partial responsibility
Inside the ocean of martial comparability
Apply the lotion of spatial inter generational exclusivity
Collide the sojourns of musical improvisational proclivity
Allow your sorrow to rise up and purge from your system
Now you follow the size of your urge to demystify him
How tomorrow through the eyes of your words make you thin
Bow to the borrowed lies of the absurd man with a grin
What comprises the ultimate act of integrity?
Hot suprises to formulate the exacts of berevity
Not decided to promulgate the contraction of longevity
Of the insiders I consummate the protraction of the epiphany
The End Copywrite Elizabeth Moroz
"Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . "
The mountains are calling me, and I must go and venture outside
I get a tingling in my stomach followed by a memory imprint
Hiking was a meaningful part of my life that I’m afraid has died
Trails and long-distance walks innately like a vortex I was drawn
I strolled along some of the most Linda, Chula, and Buena Vistas
Twisty Canyons I trekked, climbing on days of daunting dusty sands
Hair-raising steep slopes so high I crawled ascending on my hands
Forestry paths I reflect on, missing the woodsy mist and earthy smells
Bone trail pumas and cayotes to be wary of, there was no buffer
I have trodden the main trail as I lead myself into a tranquil meditation
Began my journey by giving thanks and with an informal salutation
I meditated mostly on the Indigenous journey of many sorrows
I imagined what hell it was for the man, woman and their child
Mile after mile day after day, by night besieged, saw no tomorrows
Endlessly they marched far away from their own land evergreen sublime,
Known as “The Trail Of Tears” that lead to a promised land of all time
As their bodies fell embracing the earth after hardships suffered
One by one with their dying breath, their spirits finally were set free
How I long to re-visit the colorful mountains I loved and knew so well
They kept me of sound mind and body and soul, I long for their song What had made me strong now feels so far away I wonder is it gone?
Aunt Marilda’s house and closet were full of felines of all types.
long-haired, short-haired, tabbies, pumas, and mice-hunting snipes.
we knew what we were inheriting when she passed on a rainy day.
who is going to clean out those animals? Asked persnickety aunt Kay.
there were live ones in addition to the ones on the chairs in the kitchen.
my aunt was irritated about her hoarder sister, she could not stop ’n.
six nieces and one nephew were not eager to stay for the show.
there were three living sisters, and they were all “in the know”.
Gladys took the closet, Stephanie and Yvetee cleaned out her stove.
there surely is not a cat inside that! Said my uncle who hid in an alcove.
they are everywhere! Said a niece who had brought along six live traps.
she had already caught sixteen of them and said “maybe this is a wrap!”
Aunt Marilda’s pots and pants, curtains, and shower stall all had cats.
some sat on their plump oversized bottoms; some were chasing rats.
one cat way up high hissed at everyone who came anywhere near.
cat shoes were found in the closet. Steph yelled “Marilda is here!”
we nieces and nephews were not sure exactly what she meant.
until we began smelling cinnamon, cloves, and peppermint.
popular scents of Aunt Marilda, her spirit must be quite near.
uncle yelled at the cat “Marilda, get your petootsie down here!”
Black cat jumped off the counter as if he had fallen from a nest.
Leaped onto Uncle’s shirt and slid down, tearing up his chest.
It’s Marilda all right! Uncle yelped. She always despised me.
His sisters cackled like witches as they drank their orange tea.
Do bears torture animals? No.
Do wolves tear you apart before they kill you? No.
It is man who tears the wings off butterflies.
It is child who shoots cats with a Beretta?
Do alligators eat you alive? Maybe.
But do they torment you first and let you see
The other body parts they keep in their refrigerator first?
Do pumas eat your arms first?
No. They eat your head; putting you out of your misery fast.
Do elephants, rhinos, zebras, lions or tigers use an Uzi?
Do stingray, crocodiles, cobras or wolves use AK-47’s?
Do any of these dangerous animals mow down children in grade schools?
Do any of these dangerous animals ruin the Ozone layer so everyone will die faster?
Who is the dangerous animal?
Who is the cruelest?
It is a quandary is it not?
They call her CCRM I do not know why
She does not have time to neighbor said my friend Vi
Why don’t you invite her to tea? And find out more about her.
She never comes alone; some of her giant friends purr.
You mean she has large cats like pumas, lions or such?
I am not sure, but she is dangerous said my friend Dutch.
He tried to date her once, and they chased him away.
He says her giant kittens growl, and they do not play.
Max said, I discovered by accident what CRM means.
It stands for Courageous Cat Rescue Mommy, it seems.
She seems lovely to me, but I am afraid of her large cats.
I will stay here, and she there, but texting is okay said Max.
Written By: Fluexia HugBoer'
and Aura Dolce Guruton
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the Theremin
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"La tension exercée par le string est causée par une prise de poids"
she said looking directly in his eyes."Aint nothing diet and exercise
can't fix Sweetie: you look just fine to me", he told her as he kissed
her. guess we have foraged enough today. We better get ready for
our night out: yeah, our working night out: I'm glad we
got the gig! Me too he said, if we get tired we're getting
a room on the boat!" What you should have said Darling
is that we are more then likely getting a cabin or a stateroom.
Rooms on cruise ships are commonly called cabins or staterooms.
Yeah I hear yah, I like room it sounds a little like
friendly, opposed to stateroom, that sounds like trouble to me.
Image us selling truffles to the wealthy people
I never imaged our business would be so successful. Why was Professor Hugboor
interested in our truffle oil? I don't know he know a great thing when he
see it! "Yeah" she said nut I heard he was trying to get "ole Mossie" to
grow his hippocampus we heard rumor it is a key ingredient for his
fear toxin; that only rumor but I believe these folk
know what they are talking about. He gives me the creeps." you need to get your fact
straight honey, hippocampus is developed in the brain of animals. I heard he was trying to use Camels and pumas: they said the breed would mix and the hippocampus extract would
be the most potent mixture on earth. Ah come on pumas and camels can't breed.
For two animals to successfully interbreed, they must be closely related genetically, typically belonging to the same genus (like a lion and a tiger) or at least the same family. Pumas and camels are vastly different and belong to entirely different biological orders Camels belong to the Cetartiodactyla order and pumas belong to the order Carnivora or the family Felidae: anyone knows they are capable of breeding. 'The Ames and Gage Academy of Science said that
Professor Hugboor was mad, now I beleive them!"
For your info .......
Professor Hugboor' used crows and ravens to find
Hippocampus, when a raven pecked a crow to exhaustion
He befriended the crow, yet rewarded the raven saying a spirit lossed shall bring meaning to a mean less act, they found he neglected both by not feeding them."
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We all have those moments. Moments in life when you know things will never be the same for you. For me that moment was seeing Fred's black Pumas on the stairs after he had passed away. The empty shoes gave me a flash back. I saw him standing at the kitchenette counter in his scrubs and the same all-black althetic sneakers preparing my morning coffee and vitamins. His light blue scrubs unable to hide his hulking shoulders and chest , yet loose on his flat stomach. In his stead i'd find a freshly pressed coffee, vitamins and water bottle in a row on the counter. A true care taker of a care taker. At one time, these little acts of service became a welcomed routine. Now... the same shoes sat empty and lonely on the steps toward where we used to live. Which was now just an empty room. Fredy'd never have a chance to Be. A chance to better himself. A chance at Love again , which I know he had a lot of to give. The empty shoes filled my heart with sadness. The thought that his large heart no longer beat in his chest was almost too much for me to bear. Who could ever fill this man's shoes? As a Brother, a Son, Grandson and Caretaker, as a Lover or as a Best Friend.
There’s an animal park
A half-hour away
Where we went, for the first time,
With Henry today.
I was skeptical, but
It was worth what we paid,
For meandering paths
Lined with trees giving shade,
Led to animals you’d
Not expect to be there.
There were lions and tigers
And more than one bear.
We saw tortoises, emus
And gators and skinks,
Ponies, monkeys, giraffes
And chinchillas (no minks).
Varied tropical birds,
Porcupines, foxes, sheep,
Pumas, jaguars and vultures,
With many asleep.
Still, we strolled and enjoyed
Creatures far from each lair,
Likely wondering how
They had ended up there.