“TAKE UP A CAUSE! FALL IN LOVE! WRITE A BOOK!” a poem, 8 May 2019 (Wednesday: Poetry Gathering and Karaoke TONIGHT!!)) JOHN CARTER – of MARS returned to Dejah, thanks to [his nephew] NED!* THE FUTURE’S NOW! and-I-love-a-gal who-loves to-stay in-bed; Who loves to write and loves a cause! Now, I’m SO HAPPY – because I was, Concerned [that] I-might-be-di-verted and-have-to-spread-“talents”-thin! LET OTHERS DO THE OTHER THINGS; I’LL JUST LET LOVE COME IN! I think that life can-be-filled-up with things to see and do, That sometimes we lose sight of what’s so important too, FOR LOVE’S THE BEDROCK OF ALL EXISTENCE, wherever you may roam, And Captain Carter is safe with Deja! [for] Mars-is-their-“Home, Sweet Home!” fin <3

* – CPT. Carter’s nickname for his favorite nephew Edgar {Rice Burrows]!

Famous Artist

ART ~ Sergei Trifounov


Royal Birth Announcement

I saw this on the Sun app and thought you’d be interested

Meghan Markle and Prince Harry proudly pose with ‘amazing’ royal baby but there’s no name yet – and bearded dad jokes he’s ‘already got a bit of facial hair’

Famous Poets

A Farewell – Coventry

With all my will, but much against my heart, We two now part.

My Very Dear, Our solace is, the sad road lies so clear. It needs no art, With faint, averted feet And many a tear, In our opposèd paths to persevere. Go thou to East, I West. We will not say There ‘s any hope, it is so far away. But, O, my Best, When the one darling of our widowhead, The nursling Grief, Is dead, And no dews blur our eyes To see the peach-bloom come in evening skies, Perchance we may, Where now this night is day, And even through faith of still averted feet, Making full circle of our banishment, Amazèd meet; The bitter journey to the bourne so sweet Seasoning the termless feast of our content With tears of recognition never dry. ~ A Farewell – Coventry

Bob Dylan

Shadows are falling and I been here all day It’s too hot to sleep and time is running away Feel like my soul has turned into steel I’ve still got the scars that the sun didn’t let me heal There’s not even room enough to be anywhere It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there Well my sense of humanity is going down the drain Behind every beautiful thing, there’s been some kind of pain She wrote me a letter and she wrote it so kind She put down in writin’ what was in her mind I just don’t see why I should even care It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there Well I been to London and I been to gay Paree I followed the river and I got to the sea I’ve been down to the bottom of a whirlpool of lies I ain’t lookin’ for nothin’ in anyone’s eyes Sometimes my burden is more than I can bear It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there I was born here and I’ll die here, against my will I know it looks like I’m movin’ but I’m standin’ still Every nerve in my body is so naked and numb I can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away from Don’t even hear the murmur of a prayer It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there……: Bob Dylan

Thought-full 🌼🌼🌼