Monday, January 28, 2019

winternice

even in the cold snow and ice
pretty feathers glistening
winternice

dis-sent

it starts with one
then voices, two
when we all choose
our own path
unquestioning conformity
will not do.

love is, and for that we are furever grateful


Love is symmetry
Love is grace
Love is a smile from
The heart,
Worn on your face

Friday, January 25, 2019

Spar-row

Just a word or two
We sparrows are
People, too

home lanned

wherever we land
is home for then
home is the motion
on which our lives
depend

Thursday, January 24, 2019

O pine

Of what I opine
Is it really mine

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Winter widgiez


The winter chill
Never ends it seems
So I pretend this is a
Palm tree...
It is good to dream.

Welcome to gull flats


Did you ever take the time to mull
Over what is the life of the amazing seagull 
Hot or cold
Winter spring summer or fall
The seagulls manage to survive 
It all.

Monday, January 21, 2019

little loveydovey gentleness

little loveydovey gentleness
does not know that the world
is a mess.

gullbutts

ah we gulls are in a rut
so we have decided
to show our butts.
we need a break
from hunting for food
(such work)
if we were inferior humans
we would twerk.

Sunday, January 20, 2019

Off

off I go
To where
I do not know

Friday, January 18, 2019

january is adopt a feathered friend month

january is adopt a feathered friend month
i waves to you to say hello
i a busy birdieman so
i gotta go
but this i wants you all to know.
feathers do not make the birdiegirl or man
our hearts run our engines
the best we can.
even if lush looking we do not seem
your kindness and love is of what
we dream.
perfection is not something found
by the eyes.
it beats in our hearts
a most perfect surprise.
so if you wish to adopt an
avian guy or gal
we plucky birds will be
your bestest pals.
and those of us, who like me
cannot fly
love takes us into the clouds
and we touch the sky
thank you

https://www.facebook.com/karekalbirdiemama/photos/a.146918818672502/840528555978188/?type=3&theater

circus berserkus...repost


Circus berserkus
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

hace frio little frio

little frio has really grown
as he hides and munches
on his own.
winter is here and he
fluffs up nice
ready for the
snows and ice.

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Winter blues

Winter blues
Barren trees
Earth to spring 
Come back here,
Please.

Monday, January 14, 2019

this branch upon i spread my wings

this branch upon i spread my wings
by friends, surrounded
and happy things.

every

 every day is a gift, each moment a treasure, we are surrounded by magic too beautiful to measure. however our lives go, how our days are spent..this is how it really is, by nature, meant. so open your hearteyes, this is not a dream...all is and can be as beautiful as we dream.

in freedom

My eyes reflect the blue of the sea
When they are in freedom, naturally
I can jump up so high
Chase and play
Catch my food
This is the dolphin way
But when in a small space
Entrapped and alone
Or even with others
All I can do is moan
The blue sea reflection
Flickers then dies
Lost in man’s deception
Why bother to try

flockin and hitchcockin

on this roof as the
clock tick tockin
here we with
in flock mode
hitchcockin

from here


safe distance
i from here
i see
but untouched
by what crawls
under me.

Friday, January 11, 2019

let the preen begin

i sit on this birdie tree
as i wait i preen
part of my day
keeping my feathers
clean.

in the little quiet

in the little quiet between
inner shouts
inner battles
outer pouts
rough beginnings
gentle mends
before the sounds
that never end.

we survey

we survey
then we act
as a team
our unspoken
pact

Thursday, January 10, 2019

winter dovey cuddle huddle

we are as one a flock
a group of friends
a support system
real
that never pretends
we do sincere
when we are near.

garage eagle

my aerie is concrete
my perches moving metal
i do the best that i can
in fine feather and fettle.

In

In tranquility, a sense of civility 

Little sparrow

Little sparrow what do you see
Do you pick your words out carefully 


Wednesday, January 9, 2019

So bare

So bare the branches
Stripped of reason
In this harsh,
Forbidding
Season.

Monday, January 7, 2019

a door

a door kicked in with brutal force
leaves splinters as its last recourse
a door gently nudged with soft intent.
a meeting of the minds
as it was meant.


the birdie tree doves and pigeonry

once upon a time
there was a birdie
tree
whose arms
reached out for
company.
winter came
away the birdies flew
then they came back
such joy the birdie tree
knew.

scatalogic

when i get angry at injustice i curse and will do so even after the hearse😜

Did you find

Did you find the me
That looked inside
The you that
Never saw me.

Loveis

love is the light

Friday, January 4, 2019

the heart is a vessel

the heart is a vessel
it contains
all that was
and all that remains.
all that will be
or perhaps what
we dreams
the heart is THE heart
so much more that
it seems.

Pretty little lovey dove

pretty little lovey dove
Enjoys the sunlight from
Above.
As she faces a day, new
With time to relax and much
To do.

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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.