Tara Caribou shares stunning beauty.


















tara caribou | ©2021
All photos by me.
Tara Caribou shares stunning beauty.
tara caribou | ©2021
All photos by me.
Pattimouse – In her own way
Choice stolen,
It’s rarity increased.
Dreams broken,
So you hold tighter
To the ones that remain.
Virginity a concept
That your worth
Can be stolen away.
That you can be so much less
Because another touched you
Implies that you were less anyway.
Picking up the pieces,
Trying to heal,
Realizing that nothing
was removed,
That it is perhaps better
To put together me
My own way.
Pattimouse – poems with questions
Calico Jack – Consequences work
Here’s an interesting twist that I did not see coming! The same boundaries that you need to successfully manage PDA, you can apply to the police to limit their excesses. Who knew? Read further to find out.
When I was an older teenager verging on young adulthood, my mother had a kind of epiphany, I guess you’d call it, and she decided to impart some words of wisdom that have guided my entire life, but, especially, those very formative early adult years. She said to me, “Jack, if you are ever arrested, don’t call me because I’m not coming to get you.” I knew she meant it, too. So, from that moment on, I curbed my enthusiasm for some of the pursuits that young men will pursue and questioned some of our decisions and choices.
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How Long?
We had forests replete with lush trees whose branches hugged the skies. Animals and birds lived there wild and tangled. In the tranquil silence, Earth thrived and healed itself. Men never forgot their roots and lived the old fable of their ancestors.
But as time passed, we became so wrapped up in ourselves that nature’s abundance stopped to excite us. We were always on the lookout for more. So we fell the trees, cleared the forests and displaced the very inheritors of the earth.
In no time, the pathless woods changed into towns and cities; the rapture of feet touching raw grounds was lost on us. Instead, we laced our boots and continued to race forward when all signs said stop. Sohow long will we turn a blind eye to the endangered species that cannot cope? Where do we run for cover when the earth sets itself ablaze to…
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TheFeatheredSleep is moving
After numerous appeals to WordPress I did not get my ability to follow other WP authors reinstated. It was horribly unfair and ties my hands on WP, as part of my job is discovering and publishing talent. I’m disappointed, but I want to move on positively. In order to do this, I have decided to leave WordPressrather than condoning them.
One of my best friends built me a site. I have WordPress Reader and all those whom I follow (before I was banned from following any more) and all those who follow me (and you can continue to) will be exported with me so I can continue to read you. www.thefeatheredsleep.com
If you are not following me, you still can. When you go to my new page it gives you a way to follow me by email (Subscribe to Blog via Email
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HASTY – On the edge
There is an edge
To my sorrows
I dare not trust
Like a creaky bridge
It sways precariously
With each step I take
Like a dark tunnel
Promising monsters
Where the silence
Eats your screams
Or a high ledge
That is crumbling
Beneath your feet
And I know
If I get close enough
If I sneak a peek over
I shall surely meet
The monster
Waiting at the bottom
Of the end
HASTY – Trying to crack a code
Echoes from tomorrow
Bounce between us
And we scatter
In all directions
Trying to hear
To predict
To catch
This message
In a bottle
From the unknown
So we may make
It known
HASTY – Things made
I made wool
For my eyes
And oil
For my lamp
I made paper birds
That cannot fly
And the wind
Won’t carry me
Or my heart away
Calico Jack – They can’t help it, it’s their natures.
We are living through some very confusing and concerning times in America. We are treated to some very baffling behaviors by elected GQP members, MAGAs, and other affiliated Repubes:
Then there is the plethora of odd social beliefs that they profess like white people are the real victims here, Christians are being persecuted, systemic racism doesn’t exist, gun rights is a thing, forced birth is good, anti-immigrant rhetoric, only the right people should be voting, Q-Anon…
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Contemplations From A Black Star Citizen.
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