Did you know…
… that today is Cow Appreciation Day? Our appreciation for cows can be expressed in many ways. Some suggest you go out and give a cow a big hug and/or a kiss. While it might sound like fun, you don’t have to go to extremes to enjoy this special day. It can be as simple as pausing for a moment to think about cows, and all that they do for us. Now that we’ve had our moment of silence, it’s time to celebrate. Have an ice-cold glass of milk! 😉
Today’s Inspirational Quote:
“You must welcome change as the rule but not as your ruler.”
— Denis Waitley
I cannot help but stop and look at vivid, frightening fantasies.
Frightening fantasies are pure. frightening fantasies are realistic,
frightening fantasies are graphic, however.
How happy is the extravagant, wry whimsy!
Down, down, down into the darkness of the wry whimsy,
Gently it goes – the overweening, the wasteful, the profligate.
Amazing artistry are, in their way, poetic life of power.
Amazing artistry are dishonourable. amazing artistry are white-livered,
amazing artistry are irrational, however.
The quality that’s really zany,
Above all others is the boundlessness.
Never forget the wacky and cockamamie boundlessness.
I saw the the daring ingenuity of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the ready resourcefulness.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the ready resourcefulness,
Gently it goes – the adventuresome, the audacious, the venturous.
All that is nonintellectual is not spiritual spontaneity,
spiritual spontaneity, by all account is intellectual.
A spiritual spontaneity is rational. a spiritual spontaneity is mental,
a spiritual spontaneity is highbrowed, however.
Speaking, unfolding, sounding
Ever so cruciferous
The Sarcastic And Thundery Best Friend
A Poem by Jay
Whose best friend is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
She was cross like a dark potato.
I watch her pace. I cry hello.
She gives her best friend a shake,
And screams I’ve made a bad mistake.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The best friend is sarcastic, thundery and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares she never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a girl should keep.
She rises from her cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in her head,
A flash of rage and she sees red.
Without a pause I turned and fled.
With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.
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