Saturday, April 25, 2015

i hold your heart as little flowers

i hold your heart as little flowers
exquisite to the eye,
delicate to the touch.
soothing
to the
soul.

Friday, April 24, 2015

to bite or not to bite...that is the question

move over shakespeare
i beg your pard.
you may be a poet
but i da bard.
i molts a feather,
i uses it as a pen.
(okay you writes a good
one every now then)
if credit is what you seeks,
i shall name myself
magic mikey shakesbeak!

to bite or not to bites.
that is the question
clucksquawktweet
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♥magic mikey macnoblebird king of macaws, just beclaws, part time tenured picklepuss and sir poopalot, the poet clawreate, snugglebuggle to the nth and zen master of all food bowls and water bowls, including those i poops in and conqueror of old man winter and mommycam and mondays and woodstock nation and climber of all things throne including human shoulders aka mikey littletoes and little green papaya and petunia ...petunia???, mommy i a boy..and baby baboonia and fatboy slim and babysbreath birdie lime greenius liittle big beakyboss♥

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avenida

we walk this path
together,
sadly not in unison.
of different gait
are we.
our destinations
in between,
different.
but our arrivals
and last stop,
same.
in this spirit
and the basic
truths it embraces,
why can we not
just walk,
truly,
together.

oldeyetree

oldeyetree,
what have you seen.
what do you see.
what does it mean.
winds and weather,
worlds wafting by.
in silence you sit.
not asking
why.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

void

do flowers live inside a void.
they never grow sullen
or annoyed.
they never pout.
or a tantrum throw.
they live as they are
until it is time
to go.

petals fall

petals fall
from even the
brightest of
intentions.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

petal loomer

petals of love,
layers of perfection
emanate from a
heartcenter
filled with
the purity
of joy.

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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