Happy Feline Friday and Caturday Saturday!
Happy Feline Friday and Caturday Saturday
From Sylvester the Tuxedo Court Jester and Scruffy the Backyard Tuffy
Denied Entry, Cats Try to Paw Past Japanese Museum Security Guard
Author: dancingpalmtrees
An African/Native American Queen, Wordsmith, Photographer, Free Spirit and Teacher.
Clementine
Meet Clementine aka the Belle of Brownsville, Brooklyn. My next door neighbor dog. Puppy Power!
Meet Clementine aka
The Belle of Brownsville, Brooklyn
Today was Walkies with Clementine who is my next door neighbor dog. Itโs been a long time since I walked a dog and Clementine did a Great job of training me.
Puppy Power!
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Ceeโs Fun Foto Challenge: Funny โ Cee’s Photography
Celebrating my fabulous brother Stephen sense of humor. Stephen is the World’s Greatest Autism Guy.
https://ceenphotography.com/2018/11/20/cees-fun-foto-challenge-funny/
Cees Fun Photo Challengeโ Funny
Red Nose Siblings Spring 2016
My brother Stephen having fun at Ripleyโs Believe it or Not and with the Commuters Sculpture located inside the Port Authority Bus Terminal located at West 42nd Street.
Stephen has a wacky and wonderful sense of humor. As children and well into adulthood he was constantly playing practical jokes on me. So much for the assumption or stereotype that People with Autism donโt have a sense of humor!
Thoughts Become Beings
Things Become Beings
Don’t Get Involved with Others Lips.
For Thoughts Become Beings.
Beings Who become small gods. Small gods whispering idolatry.
Beings Who take up residence within your mind. Illegally. Occupying your Brain. Then when you least expect it they Leap into predictions, projections predispositions and predilections.
Dressed up Fancy yet out of Place. Spaceship aliens conducting probes inside dark sweaty caverns. Pulling every stalagmite and stalagtite out of orbit.
Rearranging vines and moss. The vines settle spreading horizontally while the moss climbs entwined round thinly dombed cranium rooves.
She keeps going missing. Never knowing where She’s been.
At the Age of Ruin. In between desecration and Destruction.
She was called Ladyfingers for not partaking of wine or grace nor jute or hemp.
Was it Her Stiletto High heels or snuggly fitting Red dress who emphasized hills and valleys?
Molten Lava Peaks and mountains. Liquid Ashes sifted mining for Gold.
Soul shattered. Ashes Scattered in Paradise Valley of the Queens.
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Bearing Gifts of Silence
Bearing Gifts of Silence
The Lonely Carrier muffles his packages of grief, sorrow, pain, and despair in Passages of Lullaby ruminations.
Lining them up by the bed ready for delivery.
We share speckled eye Language so discreet outsiders cannot detect our kaleidoscopic prism of splashes and flashes exchanged within our voluminous Silhouettes.
Sometimes Sea spray. Other times Waterfalls.
Often the Ones who Shine Brightest are easily broken.
A Nod. A smile. A hand held comforter. A barely there gesture. We are Luminous Lunar who open not our Lips. Only our One entwined Ribbon Soul. We Dream of Gossamer Days and Pastel Nights.
It’s a Long Walk Home My friend. A Long walk home. But the pier is not far away.
Shorter now as We make the Journey.
For we have known thorny biers that draw blood feeding majestic Trees for future generations.
Ferryman awaits us at the piers edge for the Sweet Home going Voyage
Traversing Sands of Time. Docking our Ships in Tranquility.
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 