Hello

I have been looking for some good pictures. Since I don't have any children, I will post pictures of my cats. I have five, but I will start with one photo. The first cat is Ti . She is eighteen years old and the cat Judy brought over when she and dad got married.

She is full of life for being so old. One of the things she loves is to be petted. Although she is doesn't way alot, doesn't hear very well, or see very well. But I love her very much.

I have been working on another poem. Like my other poems it is still a work in progress. I call this "Blue Rose".

“It was from him that I learned that we might cultivate these affections, and grow and increase in the same to all eternity; while the result of our endless union would be an offspring as numerous as the stars of heaven, or the sands of the sea shore.”
Roses are red, violates are blue…
Sorry my love if I do offend,
Roses are blue, violates are red…
Oh thy children doth sparkle than the stars in their fiery stillness.
Thy branches grow so close and steadily
Thine eyes are more of a huge of indigo than blue
But thy multinvariant and multifoliate children paint a rainbow more beautiful than mere words can compare.
The beads of dew doth caress thy lovely form.
As I gaze into thine eyes I see the bounded steps of infinity from the eternal horizon.
Oh, blue rose, symbol of mystery but much closer to divinity.
For thee, my love I give unto thee twelve blue roses.
Let us this night recommit to that promise that we made in times of old.
Let us remain together in love forever.
For the stars are mortal, but we are immortal.
Together let us hold the covenant of old to let ourselves become one so that we do not remain alone forever.
Blue rose, symbol of divinity may thou bloom forever so that I may cherish thee as the gift God gave me from on high.
Thus let us go, both you and I down to the chambers of the sea.
Let us sing the mermaid’s song, both each to each.
Oh twinkle twinkle bright star,
I do not wonder what you are, because I know who thou art.
Thou art the crowning jewel of high Heaven itself.

Hi,
Since this is my first time posting anything, I will be posting wome of the poems that I have been writing. Part of the inspiration for this poem called "The Conqurer Worm" by Edgar Allen Poe from his short story Ligeia. I haven't come up with a name for my poem yet. Also this is only a rough draft and I am still working on it. Well here is the poem.

Lo twas a gala night, when the seraphim of high, entered nigh
Close to the burnt embers of stars, which long of old had been silenced by the ether from whence they came.
Those seraphim of high viewed the most dreaded of tale of true. It contained mystery and intrigue, sadness and loneliness, but less of laughter and happiness.
As the end came close, those seraphim of high doth mutter the words of the long forgotten play.
Finally came the final curtain, more like a funeral pal, those seraphim of high did clap and cheer.
For they had seen it a thousand times more, the discussed the plot and all did agree that its substance was of sin and death and things more dread then hell.
The title of that tragic play was called “Man” and its hero the Conqueror Worm.
Those foolish seraphim left the theater, but one low seraph did stay.
In agony he cried heavily “O God, Devine Father, are we not part and parcel with thee? Must this play of madness go on forever? How much longer must this tragedy go much further?”
Then to his view came clear a remembrance much deeper than those lofty seraphim.
Words such as Gethsemane, Golgotha, Calvary, Jesus the Christ, and Mary Madeline flooded his memory.
As the words flooded his memory, joy filled his heart as Mary Magdalene of old had surely felt.
The answer to a question that had not seen first fruits was already answered before it was even formulated.
Looking deeper, the lowly seraphim surmised a new title for the play of sorrows, The Conquered Worm.
Not even hell itself has power to bind the dead for eternity. It uses its power to persuade all those that live to believe this lie.
For this lie that it uses to ensnare its victims.
As The realization of the answered prayer sunk lower into the seraphim’s heart, all the burn ember suns lit aglow brighter than they had ever shown before.
The Son King is the true hero.
He assailed the depths of hell in all its bitterness, but did not become forever bitter..