Friday, December 14, 2018

chillngull

life for we gulls can
be kinda crappy
but we are strong,
tough and scrappy
so i sit here and enjoy
this little chill.
got much to do
but no much time
to be still.

Monday, December 10, 2018

prima

she dances alone
because she can
it does not matter
if anyone else understands
perhaps it would be better
if they do,
then they could dance alone,
together, too

seasons greetings

spread love, peace and joy
to all far and near.
not just this time,
but for ALL of 
the year.

uno

uno sits in this tree on
such a crispy day
winter looming

uno sits and observes
whenever change comes
he knows it well.

uno contemplates all
and takes stock
before he flies off
to rejoin his
flock.

little birdie three tree

little three on the
birdie tree
so nice of thee
to pose
for me!

Friday, December 7, 2018

heartfeel beauty

as we all are, heartfelt
as heart feels beauty
sends beauty
beauty is love
and love makes all things
beautiful

little dove peace tree

i am not a real dove
as one can see
but here i live
on this peace tree
praying for all beings
and humanity.
a sparkling presence
of kindness
flickers in the sun
as joy, love, health
and happiness
shines bright
on everyone.

Monday, December 3, 2018

garage eagle puffpuff

it is cold outside
here i roost
wish a friend or two
would stop by
and give my spirits
a boost.

gullz

we are scrappy
we are tough
most times our lives
are very rough.
but over such trivia
we have no time to mull.
we gonna survive
cause we are gulls!

holidazed

we who
are all struggling to find joy this holiday season. we have lost some we love and we miss them. we worry and stress over some still here with us and feel so alone. gratitude is not seeking us out, it seems, but we can find much to be grateful for, though that task is truly brobdingnagian. we have a wonderful crew of peeps here. we are as one and as one we stand together..we have companion animals, here and/or in our hearts. we have the greatest gift of all...the capacity to love...it is this gift, forever unwrapped by kindness, that sustains and sustains us all.

Friday, November 30, 2018

So sweet a dream

So sweet a dream
Complete to find
With loving hearts
And peace of mind.

in

in utter tranquility
a taste of civility.

Monday, November 26, 2018

we are aware

As in the sand some bury their heads,
Innocents are tormented and dead
But for the cruel there is
No place to go.
We will share and
Let all the world
Know

spread

i am sooo big
as you can see
nobody as big
or as cute
as me...
the leader of all
pigeonry.

i am not

i am not asked
i do not know
where i am headed
but fly
i go.

Friday, November 23, 2018

entranced

this is my turf
if you want to play
a toll of sorts
you have to pay.
so i or my boidiebuds
poop on your car...
you chose to come in here
heehee har har

depression

depression is real.

depression does not go away because you want it too..

depression does not discriminate...and takes no prisoners.

depression kills...the soul, the spirit and the very lives it possesses.

depressions breaks the hearts of those who care.

please, at holiday times.. remember and support those who are depressed, as holidays can magnify the isolation that is depression.

thank you.

alone

alone you seek
the answers
from others
they are inside you
just take
a peek

Tuesday, November 20, 2018

twinkling pinkling

twinkling pinkling
cauliflower color
spectrum paradise
if the world were this
pretty,
would it then be
nice.

Monday, November 19, 2018

amarillo

in sunshine colors
we look within
to share the joy
we feel,
without.
a gentle vision
no need
to
shout

between

between the sky
the walls of trees
alone her counsel kept
but dreams or more
as she slept.

Saturday, November 17, 2018

there is

if there is a listening star to whom we could pray...please make all the sadness and suffering go away

Friday, November 16, 2018

what can one see

what can one see
as snow is falling
lights ahead
some hope,
instead.

maple red

maple red
so tall she stands
as winds and snow
try out their hands.
seasons come
seasons pass
maple red
is built to
last.

of the snow

of the snow
she never knew
yet as it fell
this cold
something new
white chilly
blanket
of winter's
dew.

Monday, November 12, 2018

pretty whytes

pretty whytes out in the rain
holding on to each moment
until winter begins,
again.

with heads bows...in honor of those who served, serve now and will serve

with heads bows
a world of tears
for those wounded
and those no longer
here,
with heads bowed
in sweet release
this lull between wars...
we all pray for peace.


Sunday, November 11, 2018

veterans day

they stormed the beaches
on that cold gray day.
they did not know what to do
nor what to say....
they ran straight ahead into enemy fire
friends around them shot dead
such scenario dire.
yet fought they did
for the freedoms they believe.
we are thankful for those who made it
and for those who did not, we grieve.
for without these heroes
we could not type these words
stand for that which matters
have our voices heard.


if we work hard and pray,
perhaps one day all wars
will go away

Friday, November 9, 2018

lyfe

we love with all our hearts and commit with every fiber of our being...the joys we feel, immense, the sorrows deep, the anxieties...profound...if only in school we learned LIFE not the readingwritingrithmatrix that don't add up

Thursday, November 8, 2018

when young

when young i dreamed of  a home
could be like this
with welcoming arms
and nature's kiss.

behind

behind the daily,
the divine.

Monday, November 5, 2018

embrace

embrace those you love with joyous abandon.
do not judge
do not over think...
just love

flock

alone we are to face the clock
the time that ticks the time
that tocks
alone we are but if
we flock
perhaps we as we roll
we can also
rock!

Friday, November 2, 2018

so pretty i see

so pretty i see
this in front of
me.

inspired when there are

inspired,
when there are
no words needed.

upside...not down

the world looks up,
though
upside down i be
on this branch
of this pretty
tree.

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

squabella

squabella sits
on this chilly day
in her concrete
palace,
not much to say.
she has grown so fast
life works that way.
soon perhaps she
will fly away.

conform

we live in this swarm
we appear to conform
but truth be we have
our own mettle
in each of our
petals.

little red rose, knows

little red knows feels the
chill around her
little red knows
that for her,
this is how it goes
so she soldiers on
one petal at a time
for however long
until the end
of her rhyme.

Monday, October 29, 2018

national cat day

a round of ap-paws
hip nip hooray
today is national
most clawsome,
kitty kat day.
so break out the treats,
humans
on these we are keen...
and don't forget to keep
our cat boxes clean

Sunday, October 28, 2018

strata

how do we view our mortality
with fear, anger, sorrow or perhaps equanimity.
do we eagerly inhabit each strata of age.
as our bodies slowly surrender,
do we adapt a little "sage'
do we walk with disappointment,
heads sadly bowed.
or do we embrace what lies before us,
spirits, uncowed.

passenger, seated

yes the world seems safer this way,
but it is much more fun to go out
and play.

Friday, October 26, 2018

her heart beats, piano

her heart beats
piano
in empty spaces
with echoes of
silence.

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

the clarity disparity


together as one.
no pushing the other
should they disagree.
there is room on these
branches
for all.
we learn from those
of different minds
validation is just
an empty echo
of ones own preconceptions.
the clarity of disparity
is the one truth
that remains.



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Monday, October 22, 2018

what is beauty

what is beauty
but that which fills
the heart.
that warms those places
puts smiles on faces.

we flock together

we flock together.
we fly so high.
we let the weather
pass us by.

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i am older than dirt and proud of it!!!! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock 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...waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are 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.