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Kate Latimer Taxidermist (Enigmatic Magnetism, The Photo – A Poem)

Enigmatic Magnetism

The Photo

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Kate’s Daughter

Photo Provided by Kate Latimer Taxidermist.

 

Men cry in the night for such beauty,

amidst a gothic array of unique antiquity.

Why should they care when it’s not theirs to share.

Go on up your game they wear their own shame on sleeve’s of indifference you’re already famed.

Is the fabric of reality too hard to swallow you’ll be still here when their gone tomorrow?

Most choices combined,

new clothes each time,

Tells no such story one line at a time.

A possible reason…seems accurate and just. You combine all their era’s.

One photo.

Don’t blush.

 

Copyright G.P Williamson 2014  GPWPoetry.

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This Poem was inspired by Kate’s daughter who is pictured with numerous item’s Kate has created (Top)

Kate had posted a comment about how her daughter had received a lot of negative comments due to her choice in clothing. Naturally I had to respond to this. She looks great and I hope my girl grows up to be as unique, strong and individual!

When I requested to use the picture for my own blog Kate and her daughter jumped at it.

Kate  started working as a taxidermist after she had some success in restoring trophies for friends and acquaintances in Oxfordshire then took a one-to-one training course with reknowned taxidermist George C. Jamieson, at his workshop in Scotland.

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Kate Latimer

 

Kate explains

“I’m a perfectionist, always driving to become better with each item I work on. I am a member of the Guild of Taxidermists, the Oxford Ornithological Society and also a keen conservationist.”

 

 

 

Kate’s creations:

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To contact Kate for a quote visit http://katelatimer.co.uk/taxidermy  Alternatively you can click any of the images on this page to go directly to her facebook page.

 

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You’ve shown me. (Poem)

Book Stories of you by G.P Williamson
Poem “You’ve shown me”

 

 

You’ve shown me capabilities that I needed so much.

You showed me without words.

You showed me with your touch.

You’ve shown me candlelight in the heat beneath your skin.

You’ve shown me how to move so ever deep within.

You’ve shown me how to cradle both my mind and heart.

You’ve shown me how to love and how to fall apart.

You’ve shown me that it is just the start of all you hold within.

You told me with a look and it’s now my life begins.

You took the very spark of me the essence that is life.

You magnified it tenfold when you agreed to be my wife.

 

Copyright G.P Williamson 2013

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I can’t be sad today! (Poem for Samm)

I can’t be sad today.

Tomorrow you are here,
In the thoughts of yesterday,
Each and every year.

I can’t be sad today

Tomorrow is profound.
In the thoughts of yesterday,
Each moment all year round.

I can’t be sad today.

Tomorrow doesn’t live.
Each moment is as precious as the life I’m born to live.

I can’t be sad today.

I don’t choose it so,
Neither should the person with nowhere left to go.

I can’t be sad today.

I’m inspired by a memory.
Forgotten like a dream.
Harnessed in a heartbeat.
That’s more than what it seems.

I can’t be sad today.
That world does not exist.
I refuse to be a burden to this life I chose, persist!

I am not sad today.
Each moment here’s a choice.
Listen to the echo’s of that inner deeper voice.

copyright G.P Williamson 2014.

Www.gpwpoetry.wix.com/gpwpoetry A poem provided for Samm (support after murder and manslaughter)

 

 

 

You can find more of my work on Facebook GpwPoetry.

 

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Scribblings and squabblings

Quick nod and hello.

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I couldn’t start a blog without mentioning my three loves. My daughter, my wife and my writing.

My names Gareth Williamson, Call me Gary. I’m originally from the north of England. (Macclesfield) I have a unique history and I’m what most would term at best “a little different”.

I write which is probably more for me than anyone else. I find if I don’t write I tend to lose the plot.

Enjoy my ramblings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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