In this sentence: "...my sleeping gown I went to bed." I would suggest a comma after gown or state - "then went to bed."

In this sentence: "My dog Arie already was sleeping..." the word "was" should come before the word "already".

You may or may not need the word "totally" before the word "dark", since it's an unnecessary adverb.

The beginning of this sentence is a bit odd: "But it wasn’t me that was looking at myself,..." It might be more appropriate to state..."But I wasn't looking at myself..."

In this sentence: "I come here...”, Perhaps "came"

I found portions of this next paragraph to be a bit odd:
"...shook my head as in protest of what was happening..." I'm not sure how to make this part better, but perhaps take out the "as"
"Forcing me to sit down in front of the mirror, forcing me to look at the image." I think first taking out the word "down" (because sit implies that) and shortening the last part to "... and look at the image." (because we know it's already forcing you)

in this sentence: "I turned around and looked at..." remove the word "around" - turned implies your are going around.

In this sentence: "I backed away from the cold sensation, but could not move any further." I was wondering how you can back away but not move. You cannot do both actions at once, either one or the other. You may, however try to back away and not be able to.

In this sentence: "When I woke up I was curled up into a ball of fur. My tail under my paws. I looked up to the..." remove "up" in both instances. In the last instance, "up" could be "at"

John was standing in the shallows of the water, feeling the water slowly lap at his boots. But his mind was elsewhere as he stared out at a point beyond the breakers. The message he had received was quite clear and he was positive that he had arrived in time. Now it was only a waiting game as he continued to stare at the horizon.
The sun overhead was beginning to play tricks with his mind as he squinted his eyes against the glare reflecting off the blue surface of the water. John did not move a muscle as he stood there, his , body tensing with anticipation. The water round his ankles was starting to react to him (perhaps mention his anxiety here) as little wavelets started emanating out from his legs into the calm of the rock pool. The Small shapes of the fish flitting beneath the water and around the rocks felt the change in the current and began to scuttle away from the intruder. John put the shivering down to the cold of the water clamping against his legs as the his body prepared itself for the onset of hypothermia. But besides this despite the shivering, John remained fixed to the spot, knowing that the message he had received was real, knowing that he would soon be reunited with his soul-mate.
Karen was her name. For ten magnificent years, John and Karen they had never been apart for even one moment. In that time they had shared their whole beings with each other and the commitment he had made to her on that fateful night two years into their relationship. (not sure what to do with this piece. The sentence makes no real sense. Perhaps just say 2 years ago he'd made a commitment to her on that fateful night?) It had been at on this very spot where he had taken her hands in his, stared into her honey coloured eyes and whispered the oath that had bound his soul to hers. As she had repeated the oath, he had felt her pulse in his heart and could not have imagined, in that moment, being anything else than hers for the rest of his life.
Two months ago that had suddenly all changed. She had left him for the day, telling him that she was heading to their island to prepare the bungalow for him later. But she had never arrived and the coastguard had confirmed a day later that the boat had succumbed to the ocean waves and she was lost.
His heart had been torn out of his chest as he listened to the coastguard deliver their message. He even considered the option that they had enjoyed delivering the message, but better judgement told him that it was not true and their reporting feelings of condolences were in fact genuine. But that did not make his emotions any quieter, nor give him any sense of closure. They had, after all, not found her body and he had silently held onto the hope that she had, through some miracle, survived the accident. He had even started to believe that she was indeed still alive and day after day, he would catch himself staring blankly at the computer screen, seeing the moments he had shared with Karen. Each time he found himself in this place, the tears would start and he could not go on.
Then it everything had changed when his phone text alarm sounded with the familiar "Forever yours" ringtone. Not believing his eyes, he had opened the message and the words almost shouted themselves out of the screen and into his mind. "I'm hre. Come 6pm 2nite."
The sun was now blinding his eyes as it started to reach the horizon. But John was not looking at the sun. He continued to stare at the water, at the ocean surface. Slowly the image cleared and John fixed his gaze on it. He was suddenly fearful that if he blinked, he would lose it again and he forced his eyes to remain large and round as he tried to focus on what he was seeing. It slowly became clearer and he saw her smiling face, her honey coloured eyes, her auburn hair and the fair skin now glowing red from exposure to the sun.
He did not hesitate as he lifted his left foot and placed it in the water ahead of his right foot. Step by step he moved towards the image of Karen. She was smiling at him, encouraging him forward to meet her. She did not move away, nor did she move closer, but just remained stationary in the water, lifting her hand and waving.
As the water eventually closed in above John's head, John he felt Karen's wrap her arms round his body and hugging him tightly, drew him into her dark home.(perhaps try...."arms wrap around his body and hug him tightly, drawing him into her dark home.")

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Another dull day and horny waking dream. Doron yawns, Doron wakes horny from a dream and yawns. He knows it's going to be another dull day. "Where's my speed stick?" His first wife hands him the stick. Rachael is a slender girl of 16 and a faithful wife. She is joined by Ester a good sturdy girl. Ester is 12 . Doron is an Orthordox Macabean. He has three wives. He believes in the Old Testament. Doron beckons for his new wife Elaina. She is a Russian Jew.

"Where is my speed Stick?" he calls out.

His first wife Rachael, a slender girl of sixteen and a faithful wife, hands him the stick. She is quickly joined by Esther who is a sturdy girl of twelve. Doron beckons for his new wife Elaina who is Russian. (The Biblical spelling of "Ester" would have been Esther, I deleted the reference to Doron being Orthodox and believing in the Old testament for reasons stated in "Characterization & World View")

"Elaina. Fluff me up." Doron tells Elaina and smiles as she slips off her simple dress. She is as pale as ivory and also begins to slip of her stockings. "No-no. Leave the blue stockings on." It is a cool November morning and she is wearing her blue wool stockings that which reach up to her inner thighs. Doron gives a toothy smile as Rachael also takes of her simple dress. Rachael's copper skin is contrasts with Elaina's porcelain body as Rachael runs her hands over Elaina's belly and breasts. The two wives lay down on either side of their husband.

Doron is a vigorous man of 13. He and has had his bar mitzvah. His father has selected these wives for him from the market of women of women in the tribe. Ester giggles and jumps in the bed. Doron has named her his sweet pea, because her breasts are so small. Rachael shews shoves Ester back from Doron, They know not to rush or there will not be enough milk.(Is this really the word you want to use? Perhaps you might want to say..."they know not to rush or Doron will not have energy for all of them. Ester has been waiting patiently at the foot of the bed that which is a matress mattress of sheep skin. Leviticus states that a girl is a women upon her first menstruation. Ester was sold to Doron's father when she became fertile. She is an obedient wife as God commands.

Doron will make his father happy with many grandsons.

Well I would have to say I was feeling kind of (Note: I deleted those words because we (readers) know you are saying it.)lonely having lost my old cat to cancer over a year ago. Life was pretty quiet around my house. We had with no animals around. My husband had grown up without any so he did not carethis was no big deal for him, but for me...it was...I did. I missed the pitter patter of overgrown nails skittering across my floor in a late night game of catch the red dot.

It was the On Tuesday after Labour Day, and my husband had gone back to work. He was back on nights and after two months of him being either working days or on holidays with me. I was feeling little timid, sitting home alone.

To ease my senses, I had gone went out for a walk around the neighbourhood. When I returned, I noticed a fuzzy grey mass up on my front step. I stopped short, thinking it was a racoon or something equally vicious. But it did not move. To get a reaction from it, I began to dance and swing myself about, but still nothing. I moved closer taking the steps slowly. On the top step When I reached the topI peered down at the thing.

Whatever it was, it was clearly bloated or pregnant. Then it raised its head and peered golden eyes at me. I saw fear there, but also exhaustion. I reached out to touch her, being careful not to startle her. She began to purr and my heart melted. I knew my husband would hate this, but I could not walk away.

I went into the house and brought out water. She was weak, but with my help she was able to stand up and drink it down. I then fed her the left overbits of tuna and Cheezies I had left over. She ate as I carefully fed her ever so slowly and I was ever so careful to feed her slowly. (A lot of this is just re-wording of your sentence.)

Next I brushed her and she seemed to love the brushit. She rubbed weakly against it the brush each time I brought it by her face. I felt her belly and knew she was definitely pregnant and ready to pop.

Where could I put her? I thought, my mind tripping over possibilities. If I bought her inside there would be hell to pay. My husband was not a fan of cats; he had merely tolerated the one we had hadprevious one. This one was probably flea infested. (This sentence you may want to leave out unless you can add another one in which proves your point of the cat being flea infested. I know that it's very easy to tell if an animal is such.)

Then I thought - the back shed. It was perfect and not really inside the house at all. If I brought out blankets and a basket for her she may be okay in there. That was it then.

I went in search of all the things I would need. I got everything settled then went back to get her. I lifted her and tucked her gently into my arms. She meowed weakly but seemed fine. I talked to her, soothing hersoothingly (or quietly) as I moved across the backyard. It seemed a shame to put her so far away and leave her alone. So I made the decision to stay out in the shed with her.

I made sure she was settled into her basket then went to get a few more things for me – my blow-up mattress, my sleeping bag, and some snacks and drinks for both of us. I pulled the lawn mower and power tools my husband so cherished out of the shed. I did cover them with a tarp just in case it decided to rained or something. Then I settled myself in.

I was awakened several hours later when I felt something slimy on my leg. I remembered not to scream as I fumbled for the flashlight. Turning it on I pointed it in the direction of the cat and found she was gone. Then I heard little mewling noises in my sleeping bagand turned the light towards the noises. down into my sleeping bag. There, up against me, was movement and golden eyes flashing me a look of helplessness.

I twisted, careful not to roll onto the new kittens. I unzipped my sleeping bag further. My mouth dropped open as I took in the sight before me. Kittens, kittens everywhere. Each mewling for milk and crawling their way forth towards mom. I counted them. Thirteen in all and I had slept through the whole delivery. Sitting up I checked them all over and each seemed perfect.

“Well congratulations, little mama.” I said running my hand over her.

Then I heard a deep “What the hell” and before I could move, the door jerked open to reveal my husband.

“Hi honey, welcome to our new family.”

(2) “being a voting member of a community or organization and having the power to appoint or elect,” what does that it really mean? I suspect politicians want us to assume that they’re referring to us since we clearly fit the definition. And yet, based on the decisions made by many politicians, I wonder if their use of the word ‘constituents’ isn’t actually intended to mean an entirely a different group of people.

Politicians have often been accused of catering to special interests (i.e. people who pay big money in both lobbying and campaign contributions) in return for special consideration and preferential treatment when it comes to legislation about their specific concerns. Let’s take a look at a recent bill and see how much truth there is to that the accusation.

House Resolution 933, officially called known as the “Consolidated and Further Continuing Appropriations Act of 2013,” is often referred to informally as the “Monsanto Protection Act” because of a very specific piece of the legislation – Section 735 – that which protects a multibillion-dollar agricultural biotech company from litigation.

Here’s a little bit of some background information on Monsanto: 20,000-plus employees, nearly $12 billion in annual revenue, key products include pesticides and genetically-modified crop seeds. Monsanto often shows up frequently in courtrooms, often as a plaintiff filing suit against independent farmers for “violating their patent” by growing crops that sprout from their genetically-modified seeds (including some incidents when strong winds carried the seeds from Monsanto farms into the fields of neighboring farms, unbeknownst to those independent farmers).

One would think that the “Monsanto Protection Act” would be something that a lot of politicians would oppose, especially for states that which rely heavily on agriculture. Five U.S. states (California, Texas, Iowa, Nebraska, and Minnesota) are responsible for over one-third (35.05%) of all of the country’s agricultural revenue. Surely You might think those states would be opposed to a bill like this, right?. Of the 104 total U.S. Representatives who voted from those five states, only 30 of them voted against this piece of legislation. That’s more than 2-to-1 in favor of a bill that protects protecting big business and, by extension, threatens local independent farming... in the five most agricultural states.

Over 250,000 Americans signed a petition protesting the Monsanto Protection Act on the basis that it protects the mega-corporation from litigation arising from the use of genetically-modified seeds, including those charges that stem stemming from health risks and safety issues discovered in their product. In response to the public outcry, many politicians fell back on two tried and true excuses. First, that legislation is complicated - that it involves many different issues - and that they were actually voting for the “good parts” of the bill. Second, especially with this bill, there were a lot of claims that few people even knew about Section 735 and that it was included without their knowledge as part of a backroom deal between Monsanto and a few select politicians.

even if the bill introduced this legislation in some backroom deal, that the deal still had to be made with at least one legislator willing to work it in there. And that the legislator... that the elected representative who is supposed to be acting in the best interests of his or her constituents... was he or she acting on behalf of us and our best interests, or was that the legislator’s true constituent Monsanto?

I’m not naïve enough to believe that campaign contributions and lobbying money don’t doesn't play a role in the way politicians make their decisions.

at withswelling seas upon the rise.
Amid the waves a small craft swayed;(Perhaps; A small craft swayed amid the waves;)(These last two lines should rhyme like the rest of the poem. But even I'm having a hard time coming up with something that rhymes with demise.
six men rowed hard against demise.

the third stanza...
As I approached they disappeared.
In sweat I stood alone—afraid.
The angry sea and fog had cleared
and naught remained of what appeared.
How dare I find me so engrossed!
I’ve finally lost my mind, I feared

Though the two lines I've highlighted add to the poem they, like the one in the second stanza don't rhyme and seem just slightly out of place in the poem. Not enough to detract greatly from it, only a little.