Friday, November 21, 2014

mathematrix

somewhere i forgot but will always remember
one plus three
two and two
four minus one
five times six
numbers number
than numb can be.
dividing us
from
reality.

picklepuss

and now i tries to eat my food...
with camera in my face...
but i gets birdie boy
revenge...
i throws food all over
the place
clucksquawktweet
magic mikey macnoblebird king of macaws just beclaws
and now my mommy calls me mikey picklepuss
magic mikey macnoblebird king of macaws just beclaws
and now my mommy calls me mikey picklepuss

i am doing

in this new worldness
i am doing.
without you here.
not the same.
but nothing
ever is.
ny botanical garden

she lives her life in unaware

she lives her life in
tit for tat.
payback mode.
unaware.
the years and days
she devoted to this
waste.
the people she hurt.
and when the tally
is over and
queens botanical garden
done.
when it is time
to see who she
really hurt most...
she is number one.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

from this view

from this view
i see the world
a safe distance
or so it seems.
but far removed
from living
one's dreams.
flying over the queens botanical gardens

Monday, November 17, 2014

i am their little man and now my mommy calls me mikey picklepuss

my mommy paints this picture of me.
to my humans i as pretty as can be.
my life was so hard before.
so many feathers i plucked away.
and now i am loved.
and squawks with joy
every day.
so humans out there,
please rescues and
adopts animals
who are weathered
like i.
you too will see our beauty...
all you has to do is
try...
ma

gic mikey macnoblebird king of macaws, just beclaws'

to find a smile

she looked within to find
a smile.
when all she had to do
was look with "out"
for a while.
and from within
she found
her
grin.
garage eagle

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i am older than dirt and proud of it!!!! i have managed to incorporate my eternal 60's nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga, the beach, waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. i have added sketching, watercolor painting, and photography to my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance. P.S. all painting, poems and photographs are my originals karen Lyons kalmenson