...On your ShouldersYour freckles guide meMore Like This
Like constellations dancing
In my heart's night sky.
TouchingKiss his shaven head,More Like This
tenderly. Your lips will feel
his soft, fragile skull.
Bones too easily broken,
brittle as the shell of a snail.
ChoicesDon't expect butterflies in your lifeMore Like This
If you poison all the clover.
Mark Pearce (c) 2010
maybeyou were aMore Like This
a rose-colored illusion
good enough to eat
I never thought
but I've learned
since your coming
I was wrong
Tightrope, Updated1More Like This
Mighty Blondin, Master of Impossibility,
who could match that trance of concentration,
as you stride along that narrow fibre road
suspended above that deafening churn of foam.
With necks craning, we watch the airborne speck
you've become. We are entranced as much as you.
Our dread anticipates that catastrophic
tumble that must surely be your fate.
We marvel as, sublimely, you keep mortality at bay.
You died in obscurity, it's true, not far
from this forgotten corner where I write.
But how could death obscure you,
the mythic jester who befriended gravity?
Between that cosmic monster and any
member of humanity, there can be no fight.
But you discovered how to parley
with the beast. It let you ride upon
its back. My life is stretched as taut
as any rope you ever trusted your life to,
yet I am too frightened by the prospect
of the fall to beguile the monster,
to join it in its play.
Even you were not immune to accident.
Tell me, Blondin, on that Dublin day
when at last the
Again abstract photos by Aini Tolonen:iconainitolonen: :iconainitolonen: :iconainitolonen: :iconainitolonen: :iconainitolonen: :iconainitolonen:More Like This
Poetry for CatsFrom Poetry for Cats by Henry BeardMore Like This
by Rudyard Kipling's Cat
“If you can try to nap where someone's sitting,
Although there is another empty chair,
Then rub against his ankle without quitting
Until he rises from your favorite lair;
If you can whine and whimper by a portal
Until the bolted door is opened wide,
Then howl as if you've got a wound that's mortal
Until he comes and lets you back inside;
If you can give a guest a nasty spiking,
But purr when you are petted by a thief;
If you can find the food not to your liking
Because they put some cheese in with the beef;
If you can leave no proffered hand unbitten,
And pay no heed to any rule or ban,
then all will say you are a Cat, my kitten.
And -- which is more -- you'll make a fool of Man!”
The End of the Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe's Cat
On a night quite unenchanting,
when the rain was downward slanting,
I awakened to the ranting
of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven,
in a tone I found quite c
JE SUIS CHARLIEI think many of you heard about the terrible Islamic terrorist attack that happened yesterday, 7th January 2015, against a very well known satirical magazine in France called CHARLIE HEBDO.More Like This
8 journalists and 2 policemen were killed and 11 people were wounded, some very seriously.
Many people are adopting this banner in my country.
It says I AM CHARLIE.
There was also an anti-semitic attack on a kosher supermarket which was linked the the first attack.
Four customers were assassinated.
All the criminals were killed by the police when they violently resisted arrest.