Monday, November 13, 2006

my best poems

are borne from pain

nested in my grief


words flow torrents

tears nonending

rhymes and meter

so heart rending

the little girl sat on the stoop

crying as her eyelids droop

no sleep in sight

another restless night

tired from losing

tired from the fight

tired of being tired

feeling very wired


i dont know why

i bother to try

all it does is

make me cry

disillusion coupled

with deceit

add this to my

souls defeat

i think i should just

close the door

not let in heartache


Tuesday, November 7, 2006

your arms around me

my eyes close

your warmth and spirit

as i doze

embraced, protected

safe from fear

as we sleep

so very near





Wednesday, November 1, 2006

still being tested

i sit, unrested

although some demons

 i have bested


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I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings