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Gorgeously Categorized

Hello my fellow ka bula vakatamata (human beings Fijian)! Alas, it has been too long since I have written to you last, and I sincerely apologize. I have been having a bad case of writer’s block, in other words I had a great idea for a post, and then it completely left me when I sat down and got to work… keep in mind that this is not that really good idea post.

So today instead of trying to rack my brain to remember that other idea, I have decided to continue a series I just began, which is the Prepossessing Blossoms, which I thought was appropriate since I was trying to make the photos as flattering as possible, and if you saw them in real life you would be in awe. It is the sequel to Delicate, Divine Lies… I am not too sure about the title just yet, but let me know if you like it or have any other ideas.

So before we jump into the first poem of the week, and hopefully the beginning of a more consistent schedule, I must remind those who have an uncivil mindset to not share those thoughts with the rest of the readers, but if you do have any critics for my writing or any suggestions on what to post about, please write a comment in a respectful way.

Thanks for sticking with me, even though I have the most inconsistent blogging schedule out of probably any other blog out there, and sega tale ni ado (without further ado in Fijian) au vakamoce vei kemuni (I bid you farewell, again in Fijian)!

Colours make up a rainbow
But somehow each individual one 
Is a radiant combination of the collection

Yellow is a bright, happy colour 
It falls between green and orange on the spectrum
And it is oddly complementary to another colour labelled as blue

It is categorized as cowardly
Yet it is the identity of something so powerful such as the sun
It can be described as betrayal and egoism
Yet something so brilliantly yellow like a sunflower can absorb sunlight so iconically

These designated pigeon holes are complicated
But we see them as perfectly splendid
We see them as these things that help us to classify nails from screws
Humans from monkeys
And rights from wrongs

Our morality is so ethically questionable
Those who make every decision with deadly precision 
They end up strained mentally
But those who don't 
Are frowned upon
And asked why they are so impulsive

There is no correct answer
There is no perfectly good decision to make
And there are no bad ones either
Because modern life is so complicated
That all the variables are layered
And no one can see anything from every possible angle

And then more pigeon holes are created
More synonyms for words like naughty are made
Each one having a slightly altered meaning and extreme
Each one having a million people being slotted into them
Trying to identify who is who

Making their character traits into boxes with labels
And their souls into minds with ill given names
That have been forcibly suited to one person
Over and over and over again

Until all the colours of the rainbow are faded into one big blur
In that original pigeon hole labelled humanity
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Delicate, Divine Lies

Good day my fellow inimestele (humans in Estonian)! Although it isn’t an actual post, I launched my homepage today, and so be sure to visit it so I don’t feel like I wasted two days trying to figure out how to add links into buttons😂… click here to access the said home page.

Today I thought I would do another image based poem, since I found a picture in my camera roll that I thought was quite divine – sadly it doesn’t include any animals or beaches, but it does include a very glorious flower! No one commented on my last post that they were getting bored with image based poetry, so I don’t feel as repetitive as I did before – that being said, you should be expecting some more diverse posts from me now that I have finished most of the pages.

With this particular post, I was thinking of making it a series, since I have many pictures of beautiful flowers that I haven’t got anything to do with. I am probably going to end up doing it anyway, but if you have any title suggestions for the series or posts, make sure to leave a comment, or a like if you want more content similar to this!

Before we get into the poem, procedure calls for me to remind anyone who has any abominable thoughts going through their head that some things should be thought, but not shared. (I think I kind of boofed the saying, but you get the point!) I do encourage any feedback, but if it isn’t considerately polite, you will be blocked.

But lets not end on a despicable note – remember this blog is about sharing my writing (among other stuff) with the world. So I hope you enjoy another image based poem, and without further ado, I say slán le mo chairde (goodbye my friends in Irish)!

"Roses are red"
It's a fact of life

Just like "children should be seen and not heard"
Or "you've got to make darn sure you understand something before doing it"
These are facts of life
But not really

They were
But now they are old
Crippled and mournful
Not leaving any room for inspiration
Or new life

These "facts of life" are outdated
They have been put on a shelf to rot
And when someone brings it out again
They daren't change anything about it
For they are delicate

Delicate means they are easy to break
And the most delicate, most intricate thing you could make
Is a lie

With divine precision
It could last generations
But it could also crumble after ten doubtful seconds
It is only the extreme that can survive for long
And with time they only grow stronger
And surer
That they are right

These out worn precepts are divine
They are divine in the way that they grow and evolve, but still stay the same
But calamitous in the way they stop other things from growing

They leave no room for improvement
Defiantly rigging our minds
Turning us to sheep
Who are advancing our technological world in ways we could never imagine 
Yet submitting to the same rules our ancestors did

But like all lies strengthened by time
These ones have substance
They have layers
They have an extent to which they are right
Despite the majority of them being wrong

"Roses are red"
Yes they are
But they are also all colours
Just like people

Majority of us are stubborn
Thinking vile things but never sharing them
And that's okay
But that isn't our definition

Our stubbornness isn't what makes us the gorgeous rainbow we are
It is our relationships with those around us
It is our past experiences that lead us to the present and to the future
And it is the emotions we feel
When we are proactively idle
And happy
And free of those delicate things
Those delicate lies
Sweetened by time
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Devoted Canines

Hello my fellow bodau dynol (human beings in Welsh)! I am sorry for not doing as many posts today, but I do have a valid excuse – I have been on and off all day trying to edit the pages of my site so that you guys will have an easier time getting around… just wait till you see the homepage!

Apologies for what I am about to say, but I am a little drained today to come up with anything different to what I have been doing lately, so here comes another image based poem! Please tell me if you guys are getting bored of these, and if you have any other ideas on what I should post, because that would really help me out! That being said, if you do choose to leave a request in the comment section, make sure it is polite, as I don’t tolerate internet trolls, and I value civil actions.

The little ball of cuteness in the photo below is my adorable dog Bella. Some would argue that when she gets her hair cut she looks like a demon, and that before we removed her lower teeth (due to dental reasons) she looked like a freaking vampire, but it doesn’t matter what they look like, to every owner, their dog is the best, most endearing pet in the entire world – and that certainly is the case here.

I know I’m rambling on a bit, but before we get into the poem, I just want to think about every time you have been absolutely ticked off (sorry if I get any of you worked up here). I can’t even begin to count the amount of times little miss Bella has benightedly peed all over the carpet, pooped in the middle of the street, cleaned Molly’s butthole (Molly being my cat, from Flawless Feline) and then lick me with the same tongue!

But even when she does something stupid and is sent to time out, and even when she doesn’t get to have a denta-stick after being a naughty girl, she would still brighten up anyone’s day with her happy disposition, and the charismatic snorting noises she makes when she’s content. (Seriously, she is the cutest thing ever!)

So before we get into the poem, if you have a dog, a cat, or even a bird that seems to be waiting for you every time you get a coffee, draw some inspiration from them, and save it for those times where you are ripping out your hair in frustration.

Well, that’s it for now, hope you look forward to the updates I am making on my blog, and if you have any suggestions, be sure to leave a comment! Hope you enjoy the poem, head aega (goodbye in Estonian)! 👋👋

Waddling along
Not a care in the world
Eyes only focused on the life ahead of them
Forgiving and forgetting the past
Moving on 
With love

Everything is magical
They see the world through children's eyes
Always something new to smell
Always something new to see
Always something new to feel

Their enchanting nature is so hard to follow as a human
Nothing is ever simple
And you look back and wish
Wondering how well you could have handled it 
If only...

Living in the moment
It's a nice sentiment
The only problem is that it can destroy

But it can also invent
It can invent a new version of yourself
One who has no regrets
And enjoys every blessed second

One akin to the likes of your role model
Your idol who is your friend
Your family
Your partner
But most of all

Your dog
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Flawless Feline

Good day to all those who are a part of humanity! I don’t know about you, but I am really enjoying image based poetry at the moment, I have absolutely no idea why! I guess its something about having a deeper connection with the piece of writing since its idea came from a photo I took… but in any case, its fun, and if your brain is drained, and you want to do some writing to relax, I would definitely recommend this!

Sadly, the featured fatness in this photo is currently sick, but she is getting better, and just the other day she finally finished a bowl of food that she would have finished in seconds on a normal day. This picture shows her ferocity while defending a plant and its pot that she uses as a scratching pole and a nap bed.

Gonna sound like a broken record, but remember that we are all humans, and none of us are perfect, and if we were, that would be really boring. (If you’re wondering, that was a badly phrased version of a quote from Misty Copeland, a famous principle dancer in the American ballet.) Keeping that in mind, if you do have any comments, and are unsure of how to do it, see the navigation page in the contents bar at the top of the blog.

Having said that, I have babbled on about a cat and a drained brain in the time it could have taken for you to read my actual poem, so without any more hassle, au revoir 🥖🥐…

The cat
So solemnly beautiful
Yet so hastily ferocious
Watching your every move
Remembering each one with excruciating detail

Their fur so soft
Their eyes so sinister
Following you with them wherever you go
Waiting for the perfect moment
Pouncing flawlessly every time

So many breeds, so many categories
Labelled by what they are worth
By what they look like 
And what they feel
Constantly itemized by our superior species

Until they prove they are alpha
With their violent hissing 
And grazing swipe
They slit with malicious accuracy
But underneath all that remains...

A fluffy, silky, unimpeachable cat.
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Rustic Beauty

Good afternoon my fellow mankind. I was going through my photos, and I came across this absolutely stunning one. (Not trying to brag or anything, but I thought I did pretty well 😏.) Anyway, I looked at it for a while, and all that was going through my mind was urges and drives pressuring me to do a post about it – so here I am, squeezing my creativity sponge until there is basically nothing left!

Now I realize this poem doesn’t exactly reflect upon the image flawlessly, but these were the ideas that sparked from seeing this picture, so maybe just enjoy them separately…

Having said that, remember if you wish to leave a comment be polite and remember all our humane values. Feel free to leave any feedback, but any bullying or nasty comments will not be tolerated. Enjoy!

Divine in its way of pitiful despair
Beauty written all over its rustic grim aura
Its dark devastation so winsome to those who choose to see

So misunderstood, only noticed for its imperfections and flaws
Appreciation is a stranger
Detestation is the familiar

The popular opinion can make or break an individual
Those cheeky whispers making their way through the world
Into someone's ear
And their heart
Destroying them from the inside to out
The fons et origo of egomaniacs

This raw sentimentality allows them to dwell at night
If only they could put a filter on life
Shielding them
Protecting them

Flawless in its way of preserving innocence
Pristine in its way of perpetuating purity
Perfect in its way of cushioning the truth
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Photography and Words

Hello fellow human beings. I have my October resolution and I am not going to say I am trying, because otherwise I will procrastinate, knowing that I have left you with uncertainty. My little pact I have made with myself is that I will do at least one post every week, and I know that sounds sub optimal, and downright lazy. but it would be better then me lying to you and saying I’ll be doing a post daily.

I have recently found my love for photography, as well as my love for art, for walking, for ice cream, and for many other exciting things I have discovered over the past year. Uncoincidentally, I just received a new phone, and so I am able to take way better photos than my old alternative, and the editing tools are much more advanced, and I am much happier with the results.

I know that my editing skills aren’t out of this world, but what I do know is that they are to my personal style and that everyone’s style is different, and so if you have any suggestions, feel free to leave them in the comments, but any nasty trolls will be banned – remember if you don’t have something noice to say, don’t say anything! *Me groaning at how cheesy I sound repeating that old broken record*

Anyway, below I have written a short but hopefully sweet poem about a picture I took while walking at the beach. I quite enjoyed writing about an image, and so you will be seeing a lot more of image based poetry in the future.

Until next time, I bid you farewell…

The painted sky like a bird
Sheltering the world beneath its wings
Witnessing all the beauty and pain life has to offer
Keeping us safe from greater things

Soft is the sand on a warm, tepid day
Rough and scratchy it seems in the desert
Sinking between little toes, sticking to wet legs
It follows you home, unsure whether you resent it

The glistening water, opaque when deep
The horizon blurring the border between earth and heaven
Underappreciated when temperamental, foggy with its vision of perfection
A fairy tale day is still and tranquil, but storms don't beckon