Friday, June 22, 2018

for koko

humans taught koko a lot of "human" stuff
but koko taught humans that this was
not enough.
koko taught all who knew her
that commmunication
could be achieved with love
and dedication.
though
she was far from her natural
comfort zone
but she did what she could
to feel "at home"
her story is both humbling
and it inspires.
to find our own inner koko
we should all aspire

rest in peace
on angel wings

https://www.npr.org/2018/06/21/622160278/koko-the-gorilla-dies-redrew-the-lines-of-animal-human-communication

loveaura

love is a rainbow, a spectrum of
feelings.
some of great joy. some in need of healing
love is a blessing love never dies.
love does not keep you guessing..
love always tries.

Spikes and pokes

spikes and pokes
Plants and spokes
That and more
Of which
She
Spoke

de-ceet

Deceit is that most peculiar and dubious of luxuries primarily practiced by the human race.

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Yellow fingers

Yellow fingers beckon
I reckon

be the pigeon

the pigeon has not time
to ruminate
postulate
foster hate,,
if they linger
at
times too far
they could be hit
by a car,
or perhaps a falcon
flying by
garage eagles
do not have
the luxury of
a
good cry.
if they ponder too long
or rest
another could take
away their nest.
the pigeon does not
waste time on that which
cannot be fixed.
there is no toxic
in their mix.
be the pigeon
to survive
each second a  precious
chance
to stay alive.

so hides the heart

so hides the heart
the tender part
beneath the
leaves that defend
defenses upon which
she must
depend.

Monday, June 18, 2018

without you, view...happy 95th birthday

the sunlit view  seems dimmer now
without you

happy 95th birthday on angel wings, papa... though not in our sight, still in our hearts

Saturday, June 16, 2018

pinkles

pinkles sparkle
from within
with sunlit accents.
taking it all in.

mantis plantis shrimp

with the heart of an imp
becoming a plantis mantis
shrimp.
ready to defend
in the world of
pretend.

Thursday, June 14, 2018

babybirdiebeakyflower

babybirdiebeakyflower
mouths wide open
as they bathe in sunlit
bliss.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

of a wedding

of a wedding the little girl dreamed
she drifted away from her life
as it seemed
loving flower kisses
embraces and soft words
so different what
she usually
heard.

Monday, June 11, 2018

intelligence

what is true intelligence
a balanced blend of the creative
and common sense.
learning to fit into the world
not mold it around oneself
caring about the world
we live
and about its health.

Sunday, June 10, 2018

a little

a little piece is missing
had somewhere to go
now there is room for
another to grow.

the little bee and the dangling bells

a little bee drinks from these
dangling bells
the stuff of a lifetime
in those wells.

Saturday, June 9, 2018

circus berserkus repost

the circus is in town, what do you see?
as i look out at you, and you look in at me
do you see me as a large, roaring captive toy, 
or do you look into my eyes, just know pain, no joy.
do you giggle and point as you mill around my cage,
in my terror annoint as i seethe in rage.
do you not understand that my roar is a shout:
open up the cage door and let me out

safer

pic of papa and i in the mid 1950s


The world looked safer from her papas shoulder
no one got sick no one got older
she could feel so brave and tall
there was nothing to be afraid of at all.

Friday, June 8, 2018

papa jack lyons

papa jack lyons 6/18/1923 to 6/5/2018
my papa has joined the congregation of angels
what you we say about papa jack.
he was a man of great contradictions: he was a ww2 war hero who despised war and what men did in its name. a decorated veteran who did not want a flag draped over his coffin. he did not like birds but every day he asked both hubbysito and i how our magic mikey was, if he ate, did he fall again off his perch.
he was one tough, strong man but at his core, a vulnerable little boy.
he was fiercely independent. he went to work at the age of 12 and whatever he earned in life, he did it on his own. nobody helped him get to where he did and although at times this made him bitter, he took great pride in his achievements.
he loved with all his heart and was loved with all of ours.
he adored my husband and we will forever cherish the beauty of that relationship. the two boys would solve the worlds problems, agree to disagree about politics, though both were always right in their opinions, of course. he hated donald trump and whenever he was blue and feeling lousy, hubbysito would mention that mans name and papa would perk up and we would all start laughing.
he lived on his own terms, (at times questionable),but we all
made sure he held onto his cherished independence until his last breath. he was a loner but he drew that last breath in the presence of all of those he loved and who loved him,
i chose this picture of him because, as sick and close to death as he was, work had to get done, bills had to be paid. the essence of a no nonsense dude with a great sense of the absurd and a dry wit.
we love you papa. we all wish we could call you to say good morning, spend time with you, then call you later to say goodnight.
you held on so long because you were worried about how we would hold up...we will hold up and uphold your legacy.
if you wish to leave a message on the link below to honor him, please do. does not matter if you never met. we are all one on this earth and as one our heart beat in both joy and sorrow.
thank you papa for giving me life. thank you god for giving us papa.
rest in eternal peace, embraced.
if you wish to say something,here is the link
thank you

Monday, June 4, 2018

here we are

here we are
in harmony
all together
happily.
we have a
rhythm
uniquely our
own.
when we are
not together
we are never
alone.

Sunday, June 3, 2018

redgreen lush

redgreen lush
tis a pity
the so called
real world
is not
this pretty.

as i survey

as i survey my life
in the shadows,
a light within
me shines.

loop dee

loop dee a caterpillar dreams to be

Friday, June 1, 2018

if there

if there is a choice
be the voice
if there is a way
do it today

too

To grow is to learn
To learn is to grow
There is never enough
Kindness to know

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

be still

be still the light
that shines
where there was once
only darkness.

Monday, May 28, 2018

find

find joy instead of jaded and life will appear more magical

softly yellow

softly yellow
sweet touches
of stripes
by tigers bestowed.

Sunday, May 27, 2018

summerfrost

summerfrost
wintergreen
he does not ask
nor has he seen.
words quite spoken
from her head
nor the
photos taken
then off
to
bed,

sheye

who is shy
not me
says
i.

Friday, May 25, 2018

do pigeons meditate

do pigeons in those silent moments
ponder as they plan to
wander.
do they evaluate in an
existential sense
where they are going
and where they went.

memorial day

memorial day

memorial day

On memorial day we honor those who have served
The army, air force, marines, the navy , the reserves
We honor those who fought so that we could be free
To enjoy our careers, our friends, our families
We honor those who made the ultimate sacrifice
So we would not pay the worst possible price
To be enslaved, our freedoms torn
Into a lifeless world our children would be born.
This is not about being in favor of war
We all hate the bloodshed, the pain, the gore
This is about people who did what had to be done
Here is hoping that one day,
Wars will be none.

and this includes our four legged friends,
of loyalty, love and valor
even after the end♥

alstroemeria

do alstroemeria
dream at night
and if they do,
is it about the light.

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

if a rose you were

if  a rose you were
and you could
touch all those
who are gone
and
those you
miss so much.




bud

this is part of my time
it will not last
these moment sublime
are slipping past.
but each phase of my life
i will embrace
even as the petals slowly
fall around
my
face.

Saturday, May 19, 2018

be not

be not
hushed
for by love,
you will
be
heard.

Friday, May 18, 2018

lovely when

lovely when falling
lovely when sunshine
behind the clouds,
calling.

squidflower

squidflower thought
in moments sublime
how life was really
quite like a rhyme
in its
meter and mysteries
todays and future
histories.

Thursday, May 17, 2018

sentinel

what i watch
what i see
where i go
who i  be.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

home you seek

the home you seek
beats within your heart
wherever the road
takes you.

birdiebeakyflowerbud

.every moment in the presence of nature's beauty is the gift of a lifetime 
.birdiebeakyflowerbud
Managebib

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

the power

short lived the power of
a flower,
but mighty is its
magic.

in this secret



in this secret,
shaded place
we come to roost.
recharge our bodies,
give our spirits
a boost

stand tall

stand tall
even when
you fall.

Monday, May 14, 2018

calendared

monday arrives,a pain in da ass
tuesday follows,this too shall pass
humpday wednes full of glee
thurs demurs,
friday sure don't bother me
saturday sunday hooray yippee
that all she wrote so shame on me

flowers through raindrops

the world she sees as
flowers through raindrops
swaying on windows
to hope's gentle
song.

Sunday, May 13, 2018

when asked

when asked a question,
the flower replied.
you don't know the answer,
well neither do i.

about to

about to burst
with secrets
no longer
contained.

Friday, May 11, 2018

we join

we join each other
we squabble and love
our lives are varied
and are more of the
above.

beauty, she found

beauty she found
on her edges, frayed
discolored by time
where
she was once
dismayed

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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