Monday, October 19, 2020

by love

we are a moving entity. we sail from port to port, smoothly or battered about by the waves of circumstance. our voyage is one of fits and starts. pauses and repeats. the seas flourish as we traverse, in the glaring sun or behind the clouds of the moon.
it is love that guides. that star that shines brightly, or slips away.
beckoning, withdrawing, beckoning again.
by love
for love
with love
of love. ❤️❤🎢

Friday, October 16, 2020

So laced

 In the ponder of wander,

The restless mind

Seeks solace.

Thursday, October 15, 2020

One of those daze

 Went to laundry room downstairs 

To quickly do the wash

Ah my dreams of haste 

So quickly quashed 

Washing machine 

I chose left me with 

Wet clothes 

After two hours of drying I fell

Laundry cart now squashed

The. Elevator needed service

Oh how I need a life cushier 

And posh.



Sunday, October 11, 2020


 πŸ‹πŸ»‍♂️🎢🧘🏻‍♀️Old is bold🧘🏻‍♀️πŸŽΆπŸ‹πŸ»‍♂️

Wednesday, October 7, 2020

Puppies milled

puppies, milled
We live here in a puppy mill
It is winter now, and we are
So chilled
When summer comes the
Heat is very strong
Our fur gets matted,
It gets too long
We cannot breathe
We cannot see
we can only feel
our misery
please rescue us
please get us out
we are not human
so we cannot shout

Tuesday, October 6, 2020

Sing i

 I sing to the sky 

The sun the clouds 

The world below

Both soft and loud.

Monday, October 5, 2020

the time is never enough

 the time is never enough

the rhyme is always rough

the reason the heartbeats

the sounds i hear

so far away

you are not near

if i could set the clock

and redo

all the time i spent with you

more love upon you i 

would pour

but now i cannot do



i miss you

kiss you

never dismiss you

i hope you know

i think you do

i did my best

so did you

our last moment


love is the power

never past.

i will never dig my way

out of this sad

but when i think

of the honor to know you

i am glad.


 Sparroweye what do you see

As I look at you

Do you look

At me

Friday, October 2, 2020

World farm animals day

 We want to live

We want to play

Be kind to us

Each and every day 

With love,

All farm animals 


 I am gonna take off mommy’s copycat mask

Humans are such an onerous task.

Magic Mikey ❤️🦜

How I adopted the aforementioned:


 Be kind..please rewind 

Thursday, October 1, 2020


little black puppy

The little puppy
In his secret land
Just relaxing,
Nothing planned
As he revels
Insights and sounds
Filled with love
and compassion
For all that surrounds


 Good news always reminds us that out there, there is kindness 

Monday, September 28, 2020

oh yes

 could you take a look inside who you are

you do not have to travel very far

your heartbeat tells you where to go

when kindness follows

you start to grow.

Sunday, September 27, 2020

Featherly wetherly

 Featherly wetherly

Gentle fell 

But where he landed

No one would tell 

Friday, September 25, 2020

in my tree

in my tree so peacefully

as the world around mills


Along the way

Along the way the 


The land

And we. 

Thursday, September 24, 2020

all hail the king

all hail the a "dodo" bird, so to speak..
so much ego emitted by that beak
he has directed we, his staff
to start sending out offers for
his clawtograph🐦🦜❤️πŸ˜›

our boy is not well and we so appreciate the love people have for him.

please consider adopting senior specials companion animals...yes it is a challenge but one so very worth it

thank you!

Food run

 Food and fun...gotta run



16 hrs

my name is magic mikey as you know well
my humans are basically as silly as h*ll
here mommy created this nonsense
an endless barrage
i the pumpking and
my human entourage

All hail the pumpking

yes i picked them two i adopted them...its all my fault🐦🦜 


Sunday, September 20, 2020

Magic Mikey

 How I see me when I want to fly 

When I lift my wings way up high

No thoughts or sorrows of yesterday 

All that matters, I am loved today.

Friday, September 18, 2020

joy if you are out there

 joy if you are out there

please respond

we are tired and

drowning in

this murky pond

the waters are cold

and the shoreline far

oh joy please find us

wherever you 



 the wonder filled

the beauty of stills

the joy and devotion

of life and emotion

Wednesday, September 16, 2020


 Roses never ask to fall 

But do answer 

Autumn’s call 

Monday, September 14, 2020

Thursday, September 10, 2020

The bridge

 The bridge between possibilities and probability is lined with wide imaginings

Tuesday, September 8, 2020


 never doubt that gifts and grace of life in its essence and majesty πŸ’“


Sky gull

 Seagull looks into the vast

No answers no questions 

No future 

No past

Monday, September 7, 2020

Pidgie pride

 Pidgie pride by the waterside.

Saturday, September 5, 2020

Magic mikey

i am perfect in my humans eyes

although old and short of feathers

i surmise

what we are and who

is not by plumage,


if is each beat of kind


forever treasured

Rescues rock❤️🦜🎢

Friday, September 4, 2020

what love is


love is loss, love is gain, love is joy, love is pain.

love is priceless love is everything love is all that matters

even as hearts are filled, then shattered.

the capacity to feel and experience

love is in its many guises

the only thing in life that make sense.


 the large the small

the not so

the tall

the far

the near

the words

we hear

the whispers 

we miss

lost in

a kiss.

Wednesday, September 2, 2020

Bee blissful

 Be blissful 

Feel blessed 

Give toxic

A rest


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greetings! 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.