Friday, January 31, 2020

gufflawz

although in life we are not always victorious
the sound of laughter is
always glorious.
and often times
uproarious.

if kindness had a face

if kindness had a face
what would we see
would a smile look back at us,
innocently.
kindness can be found
with introspection
look into your heart
and at your own
reflection💓

the biggys

we do not particularly like the cold
it will be over sort of soon
we have been told
but with our lives, together
even cold is gold.

Monday, January 27, 2020

under the storm

under the storm above
i hold my ground
among the perilous
and querulous
the misanthropes
and misinformed
as in swarms
they tend
to
form.

where can we find

where can we find a little love
not in a book
a lonely nook
heartbeats that
are never heard
love spoken softly
with out
a
word

Friday, January 24, 2020

year of



tomorrow starts the year of the rat
sayeth we rodents
not dogs and not cats
no birds not fish
oh how you all wish
but that is that
this year honors
we rats🐀

ever if

ever if ever
the gentleness
inside our hearts
could fix
this
mess.
if kindness could
ripple
like a stream
alas it is always
good to dream.

Monday, January 20, 2020

goggles

goggles in his corner
on a cold winter day
as he observes
whatever passes
his way.

there are no

there are no breadcrumbs
where fall the tears
no path to follow.
no steps aside.

Friday, January 17, 2020

i write

i write for us these sweet refrains
in this world,
of so much pain.
i search for pillows
where our heads can dream
of a world,
not this.
not as
it seems.
perhaps the awakening truly
resounds
when we hear our own
heartsounds.
allow the warmth with
which we were born
not to
be wounded or
walked upon.
and doing such
in a gentle way
that cannot be denied
nor can it
be
played.




in the little places

in the little places we would not dare to go
those empty spaces
that we all know
in those darkest corners
where fear prevails
hope love finds you
on this lonely
trail.

Wednesday, January 15, 2020

parking lot pudgepot

parking lot pudgepot
do you laugh or cry
as  you watch
the all too many
cars drive by.

Monday, January 13, 2020

ode to decrepitude

ode to decrepitude
this so called aging process
is so very rude.
aches and pains
where you did not know
you have parts.
(even laughter
causes farts)
wrinkles
tinkles
cracks and jowls
i'd like to rail at all of this
but i would hurt myself
if i howled.
falling down
instead of falling in love
yeeks who invented
all of the above
if i could chose between
wisdom or smooth skin
and sparkly eyes.
a wise choice i would not make
i surmise.
yes life is a gift
even for we prunes.
but why does this gift
now resemble
a ruin.

i am walking a path

i am walking a path i have walked before
but now the treads are not so deep
and my feet are sore.
i am taking a route
both old,
and new.
the difference is,
my internal
view.

Friday, January 10, 2020

skyflock

one with the clouds the sun,
we everyone.

Wednesday, January 8, 2020

Let

Let kindness rule your footsteps and lead you to the love

Monday, January 6, 2020

in love

in love we stand
in love we can
be grand
in love arm to arm
in love
hand in hand
in love for the better
the
greater good
in love we have power
and in love,
we should!

Saturday, January 4, 2020

How does

How does it feel
To be a part
Of loving emotions
Together,
As one heart

Friday, January 3, 2020

peer

sometime we look at life
like this.
yes it is safer...
but look what
we miss.

blessed

blessed we are
to sit here
blessed we are
to be


puffs of clarity

puffs of clarity
blues and whites
is there really a
disparity between
days and
nights.

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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.