Thursday, June 30, 2016

cluck

what i see in
this grassy spot
you might want
to know...
but i tell you,
not.

goatsmile

whenever the world
seems to not be
your style...
for
a goat each
day is a
reason to
smile.

juxt-opposed

juxtaposed our lives.
born to live
then so say
goodbye.

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

waters

waters show us what we cannot see.

silhouette garage eagle

our mount
olympus
a concrete
kingdom
over which
i reign.
yet other species
regard our kind
with disdain.
we are willing
to share with you...
so will you be willing
to share
with us,
too.

leavecushion

to rest on soft leaf
cushions,
by warm sun
caressed;
bathed in sweet
tranquility.
peace for
a moment.

Monday, June 27, 2016

reality

"reality" is
what we see
what we feel
who we be.
our soul is
the truth
from which
we should never
veer,
no deception
or lies,
in this realm
crystal
clear.

shadows

hearts in the shadows,
beat, too.

Saturday, June 25, 2016

tower

she built a tower of petals
white and pink.
a place of safety with
no need to think.

Friday, June 24, 2016

flower

flower lives
until...

diss-topia

of paradise we write
of paradise we dream
of perfection infinite.
and in its name
we scheme.
we do not stop
to take
that very precious
breath.
and on this treadmill
to nowhere...
we build a
better mess.
is learning not
a part of what
we are hardwired
to do.
so mistakes oft
and repeated....
and in the end
we are all
screwed.

Thursday, June 23, 2016

tweets

a world of gifts
your presence,
to me.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

gigo

what radiates from within
what is absorbed within.
the colors of our passions
the sounds of our
chagrin.

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

palace

do you build your palace with bitter bricks.
held together by all sorts of toxic tricks.
do you build your palace within
a moat of tears,
reliving the worst
while forgetting
what is here.
a palace thus built
but not built to last.
as time erodes
the present with
the hands of the
past.

pinks

if in our jumbles and tangles
of woe,
some pretty pink flower
relief
would
grow.

Monday, June 20, 2016

soul-stice

we reach outside
to feel within
the soul of summer.




Saturday, June 18, 2016

rose earbuds

rose earbuds can hear
the sweet scents of
summer.

Friday, June 17, 2016

agen-dumb

tragedy strikes
all climb on board.
the platforms, agenda...
the usual horde.
meanwhile the victims
those they love
or have lost...
in this maelstrom
of misery.
their tragedy tossed.

wake up all of
you who think
this is an excuse.
to posture and ponder
your rhetoric
obtuse.
this is not about you
this about those
who are caught
in the crossfire of
the moment...
some true compassion
is sought.

bunch

if love were shared
in bunches.
if love were a
bouquet...

amongst the green

amongst the green
i flit i sit
trying to make
the best
of it.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

we are the ones...repost

we are the ones

we are the ones who
are differently abled
but our hearts are
without a flaw.
we are the ones
without our sight,
our hearing
or perhaps missing
feathers, or
a leg and paw.
we are the ones
who time has
taken
into its bittersweet fold.
we are the ones,
sometimes forsaken.
because we are
not perfect
or we are old.
yet love we do
without conditions
and with a world
of glee,
so will you take us
will you grace us
with your loving, kind
company 

cling

we cling when there is no
safe place to set anchor.

the spirit beams

the spirit beams
its light by night.
the life force
that does not
want to let go.
every  second savored
each precious sight.
the energies it
knows.
as wanes the wonder
that brought it here,
it lingers so long
though the its
path is clear.
and so goodbye
we have to say,
but the spirit never
really goes
away.




so tiny here

so tiny here
in the vast
expanse
of possibility.

strand

on this same perch
we stand
but are we held
together
by more than
a
strand.
i look away
you have nothing
to say.

Monday, June 13, 2016

parrots for peace

parrots for peace
parrots for peace.
no war,
no more.
no hate.
for love
we wait.
before it
is too late.

hate is but a cruel maze

hate feeds
festers
and preys
most on those
who harbor
its ugliness
on their
shores.
defeating
its own purpose
and obliterating
its reason for
existence.
there is not gratification
nor satisfaction
to be found
for bottomless hole
that hate's hunger
is.

hate is but a cruel
maze not even
a minotaur could
imagine.

♥TRY LOVE♥

little miss pretty

sitting pretty
little miss.

softshadows

softshadows
feels the sun
upon her face.
can it reach her
heart,
fill that empty space
where love once
dwelled.
not even time
will
tell.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

pulse orlando

a flood of tears
the rainbow cries,
for those who are
injured
and those who
have died.

Friday, June 10, 2016

soft mauves maybe muted

soft mauves maybe muted
to this life perhaps
they are
better suited.

what petals be a rose

what petals be a rose.
the paths that life takes.
some that we chose

webs and spiders

in webs and spiders,
leaves
believe.

we can

we can do better
or
we can do worse.
we can move forward
or shift into reverse.
we can do nothing
or there is nothing
we would not do.
we can be more
if we just
wanted to!

friends

this life we share
of
metal and stone.
troubled not easy
but we are
not alone

if be kind

if by kind
yourself
you find.
then you rule
with both
heart
and
mind.

garage eagleroi

from concrete castle high,
rule i.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

oceans

oceans
we see you
we need you
we cannot
forsake
the waters of life
or our world
will break.

Monday, June 6, 2016

bayjjjj

muted
subtle
no need for
rebuttal.

pinks

the pretties of pinks
different hues...
a touch of green

Sunday, June 5, 2016

the moments

the moments that should have
could have,
that somehow by fate or man's hand.
escaped.
the where would we bes....
perhaps the mystery makes
them more enticing.

Friday, June 3, 2016

pink rosebed

i make for thee
a pink rose bed.
soft gentle
twilight
to rest your head.
a place where
sweet dreams
start to grow.
a place where you
can always go.

garage eaglery

every time my
spirit needs
a little boost,
i just do my usual
comfy one legged
roost!

no early boidz here!

early bird catching worms...
neh for me early just
too soon...
i just caught
this sucka
and it is three
in the afternoon.


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I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings