Friday, February 28, 2014

so there...

opinionated vs speaking your mind.

when you agree with the person(s) talking with or about you...
you are "speaking your mind"

when you are not aligned with the above mentioned...
you are opinionated.

a metaphor of sorts!

pteri ptalk

this my
"humans bore me
silly" face.
they takes up so much
of my space.
but as long as they feed me,
love me,
give my my baths.
they can escape my
sweet birdie wrath.
(except a love bite
or two...i a birdie...
that whats i do).


~~~~~clucktweet~~~~~
pteri tea rose max a.k.a.pteribird♥

Thursday, February 27, 2014

i walk

i walk, i fly,
for food i search.
my life is what
i am given.
or what i find.
each day another
round,
but i don't
mind.
garage eagles

the jester

the jester danced upon the wall.
he never thought he'd seen
it all.
he knew that more of
station road and middle neck
same would come.
and so he danced,
alert yet numb.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

rent, controlled


we do not own earth.
we simply rent.
and while we
have squandered our
lease
too many species
came and went.
so landlady mother
earth,
sad but true...
when our lease is up,
she may not renew!

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

she grasped

she grasped and hung on.
too tight to let go.
the hurt feelings around her.
she did not care to know.
she hung on and she grabbed.
for no
other reason than
that she could.
somewhere in all that
me-istic retention
she chose bad over
good.
while those around her
struggled,
even when they
understood.

to what

to what music
do you dance.
to what sound
do you subscribe.
if you had another
chance,
would you ride the
same old vibe.

one man's

one man's normal is another man's totally twisted sister.

ele-gance

man can only dream of attaining the grace and beauty of an elephant's spirit♥







Monday, February 24, 2014

the howl

There was a time the world was ours
No big tall buildings, no noisy cars
No people with guns, shooting at
Everything they see
When we could howl
As a family
When we could roam our world
At will
Not worrying about if we would
Be killed
The moon our beacon, the sun our friend
We did not think this would ever end.

pangolin

Do you know me
I am a pangolin
I try to survive
My numbers getting thin
People eat my babies
Take my home from me
Can you help stop
This misery?

Sunday, February 23, 2014

i will be here

i will be here for you.
snows, wind, rain
and shine.
you are my heart,
and your heart
is mine.
whenever you feel lonely,
garage eagle lifemates
frightened or blue.
just look around,
and give me
a coo♥

Friday, February 21, 2014

what goes on

what goes on and off
in a pigeon's head.
does he look at winter
as world of dread.
does he wait for spring
as his daynights fall.
garage eagle
or does he live for each
moment.
in the grander scheme
of all.

imagine-nation

the infinite sky of imagination.
higher than high.
no end to each moment,
as it navigates itself into
places it has never been,
and finds new niches
and corners
where it has been
before.
on the way home

Thursday, February 20, 2014

matters

you are here and gone
before the blink of an eye.
but...
what you teach and learn,
matters.
what is spoken or un,
matters.
what actions are or
are not done,
matters.
while it lasts,
make it good.
leave love and
smiles in
your wake

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

words

words scar in ways not visible to the naked eye, but glaringly apparent to the wounded soul.

trying to

trying to grasp the tenuous...
so futile and so strenuous.
outside the building

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

she sat, surrounded

she sat, surrounded by
a lack of words.

do you?

do you dream when you are awake,
if reality becomes too much
to take?
at the planting fields

dedicated to the differently abled animals of all species

i cannot see,
i cannot hear,
but my heart knows
when you are near.
because it is the
heart that sees,
and that is the
very best of me.

signed.
the differently but very abled♥
sweet shadow

Monday, February 17, 2014

bisontime

yes, winter can be very cruel
but then comes the springtime,
for rebirth and renewal.
painted 2/16

Sunday, February 16, 2014

winter through windows

winter through windows,
how pretty the sound.
snowlight the trees
as they
tickle the ground.
twinkling in magical,
crisp and pristine.
far from the outside,
winds cold and
quite
the courtyard
mean.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

our waters

our waters sustain,
our waters breathe.
if our waters nourish,
our waters receive.
our waters ripple.
our waters roar.
without our waters,
we would all
be no more.

Friday, February 14, 2014

winter weathers

we are weathered by winter.
we live for the spring.
we plan our futures
in summer.
in autumn,
we sing.




outside the window

outside the window
snow and rain,
cold droplets
cling on to
the window pane.
perhaps they want
to go inside.
and find a warm place
where they can hide.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

she found a flower

crouching sadly in the dirt, the pile that was her life. she rifled through memories as offal to be discarded with
disgust and disdain. she rummaged through what was, as the detritus floated by her..

she found a flower.

she pressed the flower against her worn skin. each petal caressed where tears were once copious and at times, bitter.  she put the flower to her lips, its exquisite velvet presence filling her with aromas of mystery, as they danced  by her nostrils.






the mother earth

the mother of earth looked at her errant
manchildren,
as they ravaged her, tore her species
asunder.
the mother of earth just watched
as the manchildren went under.
the mother of earth, by sadness
driven mad.
drowning in her own tears
as she mourned what
she once had.

they see

they see each other
by age unmarred.
not hurt by life
nor battle scarred.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

a time to focus

a time to focus on happy things.
a time to smile.
the sad stuff overwhelming,
after a while.
so a breath of fresh moments.
a time to renew.
then back to doing
that which
the little green boss pteribird
we have to do.
it is easier to make our world
a better place,
if we have a collective
smile on our face
☺♥☻

the lions of longleat

the lion family of longleat
now long gone...
our earth and its creatures
are not there to be
sh*t upon.

the only surplus
that we are seeing,
is one of cruel,
heartless
human beings!
.






Tuesday, February 11, 2014

love

♥put love in your glove and wear it well♥

Monday, February 10, 2014

flowers and butterflies

flowers and butterflies,
the softest of wings,
where would we be
if we could not
dream of these 
things♥

for marius...a beautiful giraffe killed because "they" could

my name is marius
and i wanted to be
a part of life's
great tapestry
instead, i lived
in captivity,
until humans decided
to get rid of me.
so no others
face my tragic plight,
let us stand together
and makes things
right!!!

shame on you
copenhagen
zoo!

Sunday, February 9, 2014

heartbeat

if it takes a heartbeat to keep our bodies going,
why can we not keep the lovelight flowing

Saturday, February 8, 2014

her life as a playlist

she sees her life as a playlist, decades of song, sounds, words, emotions. segue scattered and evocative...
each song a moment, that in its time, seemed a lifetime...now part of the introspection collection.

she lingers over every note, reliving as if reading a memo, afraid to read between the lines often not well played.  yet she is drawn to this content,  impossible to alter.

she dances to the feelings swelling within her, in step and in a wiser place.

Friday, February 7, 2014

if the world

if the world revolved around just
the thees and/or mes,
what an unpleasant place
it would be.
same stale, cold
monotony...
there is great joy in
difference and
variety.

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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