feliz ano nuevo

can we turn the page to a better age
one rule by harmony and trust,
not by greed and lust?
can we open hearts to let the goodness in,
stand by those we love, through the thick and the thin?
will all living creatures be safe and happy then...a little wish for 2010 ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ all my love to you and a wonderful new year

i hear the wind

i hear the wind
so harsh and loud
like words one
cannot rescind
lost in an
angry cloud

amen-ds

those who discriminate out of fear
look at the heartbreak you have
caused here
lives lost, lives missed
tears on faces...
that were once kissed
how can you do this?
what, can't you see
these are living creatures
just like you and me?
where is your heart
did you lose it
or throw it away
did you not choose it
you have gone the wrong way
open your eyes, find your soul
with anger and ugly
you can never be whole

to take another life,
to cause such
suffering and pain
is morally unconscionable
and quite frankly, insane

solstice

the snow softly filled the mountain clearing.
all living creatures knew god was nearing.
the twinkling sunshine spilled its rays,
on snow so white, where quietly it lays.
a tiny rustling in the trees,
their branches hustling to share the breeze.

wishing one and all some holiday bliss. with dreams come true and a mistletoe kiss♥

will you

Will you walk in my garden
Our hands to hold
Will we never be parting
If we grow very old
Will you stay with me
As bad arises
Life writes its own rules
Some with nasty surprises
When the sun no longer
Smiles on my face
Will your love be stronger
As I dream in your
Embrace?

hunters

hunters, what do you see at the end of your gun?
a terrified animal? do you call that fun?
i do not think you would if the tables were turned,
so do think about it, something that should be learned.
if we do not treat others as we wish to be treated,
all the good that we yearn for will be sadly defeated.

mantra

every day i wake up on this earth
i greet each breath with a feeling of mirth
do not take for granted
internally chanted

chronology

listen carefully u.s. of a.
you cannot throw older people away.
if you are careful, and luck works for you,
perhaps you will find yourself older too.
then will you put the lid on your own garbage can
somehow i don't think so, man!!!!

ayuda

on this chilly, wintry, blustery night,
i close my eyes, so very tight.
i think of those so all alone.
exposed and hungry, to the bone.
my heart will mend,
when the suffering ends

snow caps

i opened my eyes to a crispy snowy white,
that blanketed us over, during the long chilly night.
warm smile awakened in sweet morning glow,
love for granted never taken, in hope it will grow.

lessons learn-ed

parents teach your kids not to cause pain,
it is happening over and over again.
teach them it is wrong, that all creatures have feelings.
that their hearts should be strong, defy any such dealings.
to value all living souls as though they are theirs,
to become a person whole, one who truly does care.

dissolution

another day inches quietly by,
and here i sit, always wondering why.
in life there is really a simple solution:
people stop being cruel, stop the dissolution.
of that which should be best in the human race,
kindness and heart. to make this world a better place

sparkle

the snowflakes twinkled, dancing lights,
wind caressing through the night.
trees bowed forward as if in prayer,
moonlight embraces everywhere.

in the end the mirror reflects what lives in side our soul. we never have to genuflect with hearts as pure as gold

how?

how would you feel, if you were discarded,
no longer useful, left brokenhearted?
how would you feel, if it was too late,
your person was gone, noone stepped up to the plate?
there is something quite wrong with a society,
whose compassion is gone, but plays at some piety:(

tis the season

this holiday season
here is hoping that reason
trumps insanity
and fur based vanity.
here is hoping for peace,
that all conflicts cease,
that children and pets,
warmth and love they get.
that humans open their eyes,
to the helpless ones cries.
is this asking to much?
i hate to think such

revolv-o-lution

the world would be a much better place,
if people gave each other space,
to do the things to make the world evolve,
not thinking that about themselves it revolves

one two

One two you stepped on my shoe
Three four don’t come to my door
Five six I know all your tricks
Seven eight too little too late

i am a stray

i am a scared, lonely stray.
sometimes when help comes, i run away.
what else can you expect me to do?
when not all people are as nice as you.
i want so to trust but experience has shown,
that i really must be out on my own.
if you should catch me, please be kind,
i so want to leave the cruel past behind

holidaze 2

as the holidays draw near,
we think of those that we hold dear
the ones we kiss, the ones we've lost.
the ones we miss, the ones we tossed.
we reflect on troubles that we had
however it was, it was not that bad.
we have food, a bed, a place to sit,
where we can rest, when we see fit.
not out in the cold, lonely scared shaking.
not knowing the next move to be taking

see like

there is a world out there, gentle and sweet.
much more than the concrete under your feet.
there is world out there, feral and wild,
for all to see, through the eyes of the child,
you did not leave behind,
that child still lives deep inside your mind.
let your heart be free, see like the animals see

losted

walk me to where all life begins
my legs are tired, the air is thin.
i am so worn from battling the night
i am lost, i cannot find the light.
take me in a direction clear
hold me close, set me free from fear .

the dream of the dolphin

The dream of the dolphin
is to swim free
Unmolested by humanity
To glide under water
Leap into the sky
Revel in ocean beauty
Each day that goes by

what lies

what lies out there, outside of the box?
a lush green jungle, a pile of rocks?
a messed up tangle of what could've been,
with promises dangled, by words ever thin.
or a world wide open with chances to grow.
if one doesn't go out there, one will never know

gift unwrapped

tis the holiday season
gifts given to all
please dont let
our innocent animals
take the fall
cute puppies kittens
when they are small
callous owners bring
to shelters
if they mess in the hall
an animal is for a lifetime
not a season or so
given in haste
and the first gift to go

special

i am blind but i can see
all the love you have for me.
i am deaf but i can hear
everytime that you are near.
handicapped oh no, not i,
as long as you don't say goodbye.
special needs are special indeed

truthenasia

i don't i don't i don't want to die,
the little dogs long, wailing cry.
i have so much love inside my heart,
in your life i could be the best part.
take that needle away from my face.
i did nothing wrong, why am i in this place?

blynde

There are people out there
Who just do not see
Beyond their own reality
Do not know that others cry
Nor would they care
They would not ask why
They live inside a world of “me”
No room for sensitivity
Their boundaries end
Where their skin begins
Other people extensions
But not let in

BSL can go to #@$@#$

would anyone here like to be told,
you are too fat,you are too old?
or there is something wrong with brown eyes,
only blue will do, all others despised?
narrow minded ignorance,
shallow intellectual breathing, makes no sense.
yet such it is with condemning a breed,
stereotyping the embodiment of stupidity indeed.
you who think inside a feces filled box,
have nothing in your head but cowchips and rocks.

wails of whales

they swim the seas
with power and grace
masters of this open space
it is time for man to stay on land
and leave the waters
to these nobles, grand

regalo

a holiday gift that would work for me?
giving the world a shot of empathy.
if people could learn to understand another's pain,
perhaps they would not be cruel again

thanksgiving

he walked in the darkness. so heavy of head.
just wanted some food, and maybe a bed.
he did not ask to be born into the world that he lives.
subjected to scorn, where so few people give.
a hand reached out toward him. he approached slowly with care,
was it malice that hand bore him, or some food to share.
the hand gently caressed him, as he closed his eyes.
just when he thought all was over. this pleasant surprise

bissoux

there are some days
that are cold and dank
you who pull me through
i wish to thank.
for the love, support and trust i need.
for this i am so so grateful indeed.
your open heart and unshakeable belief,
from the shadows of life
are such a relief.
in gratitude and love abounds,
i am so thankful that you are around

for the bird

since i dont eat turkey
no gobble gobble gobble
so patron i will happily workee
and wobble wobble wobble

count up

four three two one,so much war, wish we had none
nine eight seven six, the world is broken
who will fix?

he rose

if you saw a little one cry
would you stand idly by?
or would you rise and take a stand
stop the pain and lend a hand?
courage comes in many faces,
showing up in the most unlikely places

i tried

i tried to walk in your feet last night
your steps were small
dim in the light
you tried to look forward
not to look back
but the past peered at you
from a crack
you averted its gaze
but the past has its ways

the morning calls

The morning calls
With its sun so bright
Breaking down the walls
Of even the darkest night

n ig ma

the night was young
the wind aloft
without a care
she landed soft
the ground was shaking
she did not know
was it worth waking
did she want to grow?

oreo

oreo lived a life of hell
thrown from a roof
then taken in to get well
time passed
she strugggled to cope
sometimes by being aggressive
other times she would mope
but on general principal
she needed more of a chance
to learn again to be a dog
to partake in life's dance
but the powers that be
decided she had to go
no matter how many voices
shouted no no no no

for my father

they stormed the beaches
on that cold gray day.
they did not know what to do
nor what to say.
they ran straight ahead into enemy fire
friends around them shot dead
such scenario dire.
yet fought they did
for the freedoms they believe.
we are thankful for those who made it
and for those who didnot, we grieve.
for without these heroes
we could not type these words
stand for that which matters
have our voices heard

earth to aliens

earth to aliens
there are better places to stop
believe me your spaceship
on here shouldnt drop
our air quality is lousy
noone gets along
you will get quite drowsy
listening to elevator songs
the food is polluted
the water’s much worse
in bars drinks are diluted
and people like me
write in verse
there are probably
planets out there
without strife
and populated with
much more intelligent life

boooooooooooo

twas the eve of all hallows
and all through the house
the black cat was purring
and so was the mouse
i needed a costume
i needed one fast
my mother in laws
broom
ran out of gas

i wondered

I wandered through a lonely field
Wondering if the crops would yield
Or would they lie in dirt so fallow
As I cry a world so shallow
Leaves change color
I grow old
My skin is duller
I grow cold
The wind blows not
For me or you
So thins the plot
Then we are through

nv

who sees with envy eyes,
the happiness of others
he will despise.
and in his hateful,
angry moan,
he will find he is alone.

it hurts

To feel like this
When you need a kiss
It is love mixed with trust
That you miss
To feel second rate
The dish pushed off the plate
I want much more
But is it too late

maybe tomorrow i

Maybe tomorrow I’ll go driving
But for now, the wheels take me away
I’m just happy in a kind of striving
Anyhow anytime anyway
Just moving along
feeling weak
Feeling strong
As the currents pull me away
What Was I just thinking
Kind of lost in the sinking

rest in the peace you gave to others, baxter

baxter you have touched us
with your loving face
and now you are welcomed
into god's embrace
there are angels many
but none shine like you
they are with you in heaven
returning your love
so true
and those of us left here
to mourn and to grieve
we will never forget you
this you can believe
in wonder, in gratitude
of you and the lessons
you have taught
as you graced those
departing, their
last battle fought

what would god think?

Would god question
What all this is worth
The hatred and cruelty
Man brought on his earth
The torment, the lies
The constant pain
The unanswered cries
Again and again.

for baxter, the 19 year old therapy dog

his soulful eyes filled with grace
the warmth that comes
from his expressive face
the lives he touches
on their final trip
his gentle kisses
as they slip
into god's grip
an angel's wings
for baxter wait
when he gets to
the pearly gates

pigeon posed

I am a pigeon in a cage
She muttered as she fluttered
But I do not wish to engage
She could barely utter

dug

Dug in deep
I cannot sleep
I cannot stop
My eyes
They weep

future schlock

the reality of her life loomed over her like a dark shroud. she had spun her wheels forward, ending up in the same place. her surroundings were distinctly familiar, but were not, and never would be, hers.

she felt like hers was a borrowed life, that could be swept out from under her at any time. this disquiet would lay dormant for a while. but at the slightest provocation, rose, in an angry, frightened torrent.

she flitted from one moment to the next, palpitating at the mere hint of a sound. unable to find comfort, she kept moving, as if the motion might in some way lull her. it did not.

edge

an inner disquiet
rumbling loud
internal riot
head slightly bowed

day

the street was cobbled with memories, the sidewalks littered with dreams.

terre reve

In the world where I want to live
People care and have so much to give
There is room for everyone’s thoughts
No sense of doom,
that all is for naught
The morning news is not
all death and war
Who has more than whom
Noone will be keeping score
Animals safe and happily free
Without threat from human society
Children play no worries no fear
Where is this place?
I know it’s not here

evolving

why can't humans see past the skin
see the heart that dwells within
learn that love is so easily found
all one has to do is look around
loving every creature's soul
is the path to becoming whole

a man and his dog

In the cold they huddled
Faces soft as they cuddled
In the wind, in the rain
Together to face the pain
Sometimes hungry
Sometimes sad
Knowing they were all
Each other had
Yet finding comfort in this
with each night, a gentle kiss

patrick swayze

patrick swayze lived his life
with class and grace
never said a bad word
no scandals, not a trace
and he left this earth
with the same great style
as a gentleman
with a gentle smile

shipwreck

innocence lost
heartache found
what is has cost
lives run aground

wreath

A wreath was placed where he fell
A man so loved, and known so well
The years had left his survivors
Missing him
Dwelling with images
Time did not dim
They stood in silence in the rain
Each drop a tear of their own pain
Surrounded by faces who also knew
Those dark secret places
They had all been through
And in a year from now who would be
Standing, upholding these memories?

k9/11 hearts

They stand by their person
Tall and proud
Waiting for each command
By hand signal or aloud
Their paws are so tired
They are cut until raw
But they keep on going
Keep looking for more
Into the rubble into the fray
Not fearing trouble
Will someone be saved today.
Eyes tearing from smoke
They plow straight ahead
As they cough and they choke
Perhaps wishing for bed
Tirelessly devoted doing their best
At the end of the long day
Head on their person’s chest
Knowing tomorrow
Will be more of this sorrow

9/11

Tomorrow is 9/11 a day most cannot forget
Many questions have been answered
Many more perhaps not yet
But this is not a day
For conspiracy theories or finger pointing
This day is for remembrance
Of souls lost, lives disjointed
This is a day to embrace each other
Whether different or the same
Those lost do not have days other
In quiet we breathe each name.

jardin de terre

Every time a life man takes
Another part of his soul will break
All creatures on this earth belong
Safe and sound in nature strong
Not used for food nor arm décor
Our planet cannot take much more
This is the garden for all to share
Not meant for one to rule without care

for rescue.ink :-D

if they ride into your town
bad guys do not stick around
if cruel you are to pets
some bad you are
going to get
these guys with
tats and bikes
know what they
do not like
so treat your
animals kind
or they will not
be far behind

tanglewould

the road was tangled and paved with stones.
at times we share it, other times we are alone.
do we look forward or at our feet.
it would be so untoward to fall in the peat.
so torn between all this perception
we still need to go in the right direction.

changez

I walked the earth
and felt the grass
as the winds tried hard to pass.
the sun was warm
the sky a light blue
bees in a swarm
as if they knew
a season yearned for
soon to be gone
as fallen leaves
will be walked upon
the summer starts
to enter her sleep
as winters cold
will slowly creep.

memory book - for the children of uganda

how tragic that a people are destroyed
with their lives a virus toyed
and memories do often die
even as remembrance
we often try
a gift to give for generations next
hopefully not by
HIV vexed

shanks mer

i walked one step
then walked two more.
i will not walk
where i was before.
uncharted terrain
a landscape new
from regrets refrain
as i enjoy the view

a lone

do you know what it is like
to be truly alone
if you call yourself up
noone answers the phone?

cicada

i hear the crickets
gently singing their song
they know all too well
just how time moves along.
as our summer ends
so do their lives
time does not unbend
no matter how we strive.
their sounds will grow faint
as the cool breezes blow
an image they paint
as their sounds get so low.
and flutter their wings.
such is the law of things

la bella luna

as the day shifts into night
the moon begins its lonely flight
to stand amongst so many stars
sometimes so bright but always far

a quarter passed

It is a quarter past
How the day went fast
Is there nothing we can do
To make it last?
Just be glad that we are in it
Enjoy every moment
Feel every minute

forsooth

forsooth forsooth
what good is the truth?
politicians abuse it
media sometimes
misuse it
i wonder why anyone tries
when their truth is
turned into lies

mendacious veracity

one man’s lie may be another man’s truth
or a sad goodbye, to a painful sore tooth
we put so much credence into veracity
clinging so hard,with mendacious tenacity
knowing full well that the little white lie
can prevent a hurt, or cause someone to cry
we hold our truths to be self evident
it all depends on what is really meant

gin

as her head turned
a pain she felt.
aghast at the bad cards
she thought she was dealt.
but soon woke up
and opened her eyes
replayed those cards
to her surprise.

will you

will you walk with me
or will you choose to run
will you stand by my side
when the day is done.
will you turn around
to avoid the pain, if i run aground
will you choose the rain?

bonds of time

I think of my parents
Married amidst tears and laughter
Hoping for happy ever after
They stayed together
Through it all
As now they weather
The final call
Those of us newly together
Without history
I sit pondering the mystery
Can deep bonds form
Without benefit of time
Will each day bring
Its own sweet rhyme?
Memories made
By decades delayed

she walked the skipped, she almost slipped, her anxiety waned, as her balance, regained

it is time to be real, in realtime

soft, telling breeze around her arms swirled. as she lay next to the one she loved, quiet and curled

the sun is dancing, waking the moon, as clouds starting shaking, night will be soon

MJ

in the days, weeks and months to come, the fallout and its innuendos will flood the image that was michael jackson. estate battles, custody battles, rumors...will all surface like leeches, drawing what they can from one who can no longer stand in his own defense. now, we sit, people sing in his memory, love pours forth from every corner on this planet, all too soon to be sullied by all that makes man, man

on wings

on wings of peace
all wars will cease
the love of life
will renew its lease

reach

the woman had no place to go
noone to trust
her life in dust.
the man so angry with his gun
knew she was alone,
that she had noone.
he took her life without a thought,
not caring what would happen if he was caught.
all those who loved her were confused
some did not know she was abused.
dont be silent ladies in your pain s
omeone will help you
dont be hurt again
it comes too fast and may be the last

the world inside

the world outside can be so hard
as inside gets in the way
the world inside was dealt a card
the outside will have to play

neverland but never had a life

he was a child who never grew
who was plunged into a world
that he couldnt do
so he built his neverland
to have a world he fit in
at hand
his life was a mystery
fodder for history
he was questioned and tormented
but he never repented
his talent unequaled
there will be no sequel

michael will no longer dance in the round

farrah

she lived a life that seemed so large
like she had it all, like she was in charge
but underneath her celebrity
was a wounded soul of fragility
and finally this soul of a dancer...
lost her fight against the darkness of cancer
leaving her family, lovers and friends
who stood buy her until the end
we will remember her everywhere
her glowing smile
her flowing hair

video

i run to music as a hiding space,
to try to change my crying face
i run to music when things feel bad
i also run there when things feel glad.
i run to music because i run,
with music getting there is all the fun.
i run to music to neutralize
all the reason i cannot dry my eyes.
i run to music its sounds its sights
to quiet another sleepless night.

i wink therefore i am

i am a poetess and a baby boomer
anything else is just a rumor
sometimes i dabble in reason
not rhyme
but that does not happen...
most of the time
i laugh at my own jokes
cause im funny
just ask me and ill tell
dont ask then, honey
life is much to short
to quibble and quirk
have a glass of port
then its back to work

un rest

as i prepare for sleep, unmake my bed
a thought keeps rattling around my head
will things improve when i awake
or will this world still be filled with the same mistakes?
will somewhere somehow, some learning take place
some real soul churning, a kindness space

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

the sunshine danced on the window sill. a bird sang softly, in the morning chill. the leaves on the trees rustling their refrain...at times gently tapping the window pane

nighty night

Nighty night the skies are bright
A bird is resting, from his flight
A cat is prowling in search of food
A wolf is howling for her brood
The moon is silvery large and round
Illuminating all she found

u main

the first step toward an enlightened, humane consciousness is the recognition and acceptance by people that humans are NOT the top dog, that they are not somehow better than other living things...to put the e in human to equal humane, people have to internalize their true place as equal partners in the garden known as earth, and to do the most with their borrowed time here

arithmetrix

if i count to ten, will you do it again?
if i count to five, will i still feel alive?
if i count to four, i wont take anymore
if i count to three, what will become of me?
if i count to two, can i still count on you?
if i count to nine, will you be fine?
if i count to six, will you be up to old tricks?
if i count to eight, will you really wait?
if i count to 12, just how far will we delve?

for my father

they stormed the beaches
on that cold gray day.
they did not know what to do
nor what to say.
they ran straight ahead into enemy fire
friends around them shot dead
such scenario dire.
yet fought they did
for the freedoms they believe.
we are thankful for those who made it
and for those who didnot, we grieve.
for without these heroes
we could not type these words
stand for that which matters
have our voices heard

well...

not once, but twice?
not very nice!!!!
was he really smitten
or was she just bitten?

ar-eyes

the night passed quickly
before closed eyes
the morning sun burst in
this night she slept,
to her surprise
ignoring her chagrin
another day to live her life
something not taken for granted
another day to combat the strife
a seed of hope implanted

evening

the day dwindled and night began to take its place. she walked over to the window, that, hours before, regalled her in bright sun. colorful streaks of sunset danced before her. she watched for a while, then let the curtains slowly cascade down

ned the elephant

another one has fallen and died
after everything that was done
we sit here and cry
why does this happen
what has happened to man
where is the heart he was born with
how much more can we stand
ned you have suffered
you will surely be missed
hope our love was a buffer
good night with a kiss

morning

as she drew back the curtains, the world looked back at her. sun rushed in from every angle, illuminating that which had been left in the dark. she breathed in the panorama of trees, grass. she opened the window. sounds of wind brushed by her. tingling alive again, she started her day.

ghosts and shadows

Memories of past times
Resurface so fast
Causing much pain
Short or long they last
Gripping the people
Who hold onto them tight
The ones that are with them
Sit alone in the night

If you love someone
Who still loves a ghost
You will get
A shadow at most

circus beserkus

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

after the

the morning was quiet, and like cinderella at the ball,
she knew nothing had reallychanged at all.
the clocks still ticked, breakfast had to be made.
a day was a day, even after they played

few tile

you cannot fix
what is irrevocably broken
any effort you make
would be perceived as a
token

the illness nibbled
as it lunged at her creativity
trying to take with it
all artistic proclivity

as rain drops fall
the wind is blowing
trees bend down
as they are knowing
she sits at her desk
trying to write
not so easy
she was awake all night
thoughts were racing
in every direction
clouded, muddy
introspection
no resolutions
nor epiphanies
just the usual question
why is it always me?

the sisters of poetry

some of us like to read
others like to create
some grab the lead
while others leave it to fate
we all join our hands
in exploring our souls
life makes such demands
why is it so hard to stay whole?

stub born

when "grown ups" have a problem
they cannot/will not fix
little children get caught up
in the mix
adults live with all their stubborness
but the children get hurt
inside this mess

the early bird catches the worm

and if the worm turns out to be a snake
that's okay maybe the bird's a fake

no te turbas

Do not worry about whatever past life he occasionally lives in.
You have your own dark corner he can never visit.

eleven

i will close my eyes and count to ten
when i open them
will the world be better then?

x-tinct

did man think he would get a pardon
for desecrating earth, our garden
the animals. trees the grassf
or killing this
does he want a pass
for every living thingfacing extinction
does man want a medal of distinction
we are here to enjoy and live
grant the same to all othersand give
not take this gift and smash
throw the rest into the trash
it is time not to save and grow
before there is nothing left to show

they made it, alright

it was so cold around him
and so very dark
he needed something to warm him
besides his own spark
he followed a small
flickering dancing sight
soon others walked with him
all towards the same light
he looked all around him
he knew he could see
something that astounded
a we not just a he
a moving forward wall
not stopping at all

tout ca change otra vez

but, in reality, our vision changes
from the outside in
as we get clouded by our internal din
we live we watch,
we read the news
most of it a blotch
we avoid the blues

:(

one morning was sunny
no animals slaughtered
no parents abused
their sons or their daughters... then i woke up

the destroyer

she yanked she tugged at her childrens strings
saying do it my way or you can not do a thing
now her children quake in their middle age
dragged down by sadness or filled up with rage
while she has not learned a lesson from this
always a condition before bestowing a kiss
she never did what is in her delegation
disappointment her only sensation
carrying grudges until they broke her back
giving occasional nudges that slipped through a crack
ignoring with malice each childs special gift
while living in her palace, digging deeper this rift

tilt

she went through life like an errant pinball, banging against the sides, without any cushions

the invisible turtle

the invisible turtle hid inside his shell
the place where he lived but
did not know well
out of touch, isolated
his world apart
was it why or because
he had lost his heart?

the merry go round of cruelty

Today at 3:03pm

here i sit, another friday afternoon. the sun is shining. people are busy with their lives, milling about, goal or no goal...doing. moving. trying to stay on the merry go round that is all to easy to be spun off of.

i read posts, petitions, emails...all the same...governments knowingly ignoring the cruelties exercised by their milling about, growing populace. some members of that populace practicing cruelty, as sport? because they can? until they get it right? all in a days work or play, little or no thoughts directed toward the helpless, voiceless victims. part of the orbit that is their daily lives.

all the while, the merry go round turns ever faster, the defenseless, the lost, thrown off as callous heads turn so as not to see. do they think if they do not see it, it is not there?

the endless stream of pain goes on, different nations, animals, style of cruelty...but on it goes, as if it were an integral part of that merry go round.

we try, we will continue to try. one life saved is a victory for all.

stuck

lost in the stream
while caressing her dream
not a sound did she make
not a chance did she take
all faces diverted
from pain
always alerted
never ventured out
though she wanted to shout

there's more to being over 50
than "boom" and gloom
but it sure would be nifty
if my jeans had more room
saddle bags taking over the ranch
deep facial crags
at the mirror i blanch
while all the time
running round my head
a little girl wailing
"it's too early for bed"

she knew life would be harder
without her buffer
but did not think
this much she would suffer
she did not expect so many
clouds to roll in
afraid of losing her voice
from the inner din

she sat in her emotional corner, turning her inner head from side to side. swaddled in stress, she strained to get back in touch with what was being suffocated. she was keenly aware of what was around her, sometimes in that hypervigilant state that can lead to an unhealthy loss of perspective.

she was in distress, no longer landing on that soft pillow provided by medication. inner pigments blinded her.

an emotional blight
i need to write
as long as i express
i will be alright

aging gratefully

What does it mean to age gracefully
Stand on my tiptoes
While I sag endlessly?
Smile as my neck makes a
Bee line for the ground
Picking it up, when there’s
No one around?
Wondering where my once pouting lips went
And all the money on lipstick I spent?
Seeing my waistline spread like oleo
Oh hourglass shape where the#@#$ did you go?

one night as i slept

one night as i slept
everything changed
all the world's values
had been rearranged
people decided not to
discriminate
to learn from what
is different
instead of to hate
to look at each other
with wide open eyes
to go past the surface
to see what's inside
to care what the other
person is feeling
not leave them in pain
and emotional reeling
all living things received
love and respect
man finally learned to give
what he wanted to get

have you seen me?

have you seen me
i live on your street
cold and lonely
at your feet
have you seen me
i live on your block
lost and shivering
fighting the clock
have you seen me
i crouch at your door
will you feed me
like before
have you seen me
will you take me in
soon before the
rain begins

...

to move on is not necessarily to close the door; to close the door is not necessarily to move on.

mourning

the dog sat by the body of his mate
poisoned by something she ate
left there by society cruel
using every available tool
will help come in time
or too late?
before he suffers
the same fate?

i am a wolf

i am a wolf and before you came
i ran safe and free
now all that's changed
my land is gone
my numbers stunted
by so many people
who too much hunted
down my packs
for trophy and sport
or because this was
their way to cavort
this was my land before you came
now things can never be the same

he watched

he watched her as she wafted around the room
just looking at her relieved his gloom
the curve of her back, the smile on her face
how well that she fit inside his space
he watched her bemused as she quickly darted
thinking back to how "they" started

???

some people think "oh they cannot feel"
after all it is only a little seal
those people do not comprehend
a mothers loveuntil the end
if it does not walk on two legs
the ignorant think it is the dregs
how can we stop this senseless killing
that still goes on, this is so chilling

the rock in the sand

for miles it seemed, the sand kept going, safe in the uniformity of its sandness. warmed by the sun, soaked by the sea, it lingered.

there was a little rock amongst all this sand. the rock was uneven in texture and asymetical in shape. this rock felt many tides pass over it, yet remained firmly anchored, though worn down by the persistent waters.

this constant battering shaped the little rock into something that glistened, above the din of the bland shoreline . this rock, that had always yearned to be part of the sand, soon revelled in its oneness.

the closing store

they walked into a store they had been in many times. the merchandise lay fallow, salespeople clustered in hushhush little groups. what would happen to these people?

this great giant was closing. the store, at its inception, a small space under a loud elevated train. at its decimation, a chain reduced to financial rubble.

they felt like vultures, picking over a not yet dead carcass. this feeling stayed with them as they strolled through the various departments, halfheartedly looking for bargains.

unable to focus, unable to buy, saddened by a closing of part of their history, they silently walked out, hand in hand, into the cold.

weather or not

how well said that you have read
the weathers sad embrace
it is much too cold
i am not bold
icicles hang from my face
what is the rush
snow turns to mush
its nasty gross and grey
but let us sing
soon comes the spring
and chases cold away

ohm mitted

it seems to be so fitted
that i would be omitted
from times so good they had
why did they think me bad
did they not know that i cried
that is why i never tried

deep waters run still

i have taken a dip in the self pity pool
i try to void it, as a rule
but at times it catches me
and pulls me in
so hours i sit
lost in chagrin
to extricate oneself
from this mire
can be so hard
i so easily tire

precipice

the trick is to keep your edge

when you are one foot

off the ledge

serenity where

i think with some solemnity
about reaching serenity
the things i can
and cannot fix
its hard to sort out
in the mix
disheartened by
what will not repair
would be so much easier
if i did not care

until the window closes

i am letting air in until the window closes
feeling all of life's breath, with all its changing poses
want to feel the sensation hear the rustling sounds
do not want to be stale, that's for in the ground

woman alone in the movies

she had spent many afternoons by herself at the movies, her own prison asteroid. she sat, untouched, unnoticed, a face adrift in a sea of other faces...there were couples, families, children unaccompanied. people sitting without another. some even looked vaguely familiar.

as she walked home to the street where she used to live, she felt stingingly alone, it felt as if even the trees turned away from her. head downcast, she would walk up the path to the apartment building front door. it seemed that noone would be walking out, as she was walking in.

a few years passed. she went for the first time in what felt like ages to an afternoon at the movies. she had a sense of distant camaraderie with the solo movie going community, part of a larger planet, but her own continent. she looked at the other women who were alone in the theater. she was a part, not apart. she rose from her seat, proud.

she walked home, head held up. smiling.

do the children cry

do the children cry as they go out to play
in the ruins of their everyday
do the children cry as parents work in their fields
wondering if this years crops will yield
do the children cry as the monsoons rain
or the ground opens up
causing endless pain
do the children cry when the soldiers come
trying to kill all in their path
but sparing some
do the children cry when their stomachs do
will this hunger ever be through

heart and soul in rock and roll

most days she felt as old as some trees
tainted by some unknown disease
mulling over a life misspent
wondering where all of it went

at times she heard music that touched her soul
the once current hits now solid gold
the brown spots faded her lines erased
sadness, regrets, by the music chased

she danced so freely around the room
singing away her sense of gloom
the teenage girl who loved to roll and rock
came out again, to beat the clock

rock on

do not let the grey roots and wrinkles
try to fool you
i am still rocking
through and through

pho told

he had a picture of them together
before everything went wrong
before life loosened their tether
and they drifted, tossed along

their dreams cast out by reality
it happens as you sleep
struck down by a finality
left wounded much too deep

he sometime thought about
how he looked when he was young
when she was living, vibrant
before everything was done

a valentine fable

it was the dread day valentine
oh what was he to do
he had to buy her something
before the day was through
he needed a plan
he needed it right now
or he would spend the weekend
locked in chateau bow wow
he ran to the jeweler and to the candy store
oh life could not be much crueler
he had to buy her more
the necklace looked right at him
he knew that he was lost
like the apple was to adam
to be bought no matter what the cost
he watched with a big smile
as she opened up the box
that necklace is not my style
she slammed the door and closed the locks
he sat home and ate the candy
watched some sports on the t.v
played with any remote that was handy
and guzzled cold beers, three
the moral of the story
dont ask me i dont know
but the man was in all his glory
and the woman had nothing to show

ghosts and shadows

we two live together
but we do not live alone
we live with ghosts and shadows
who sometimes howl and moan

no part of life is a given. it is what we give to life, ourselves, and those that we love

forth i shall venture
hopefully without censure
those who say nay
get out of my way

i am lost in a puzzle
i can never leave
my fears need a muzzle
i want to believe

the night before the day after

the night before she sat and typed
hands so tired from dishes she wiped
the next day would herald a new routine
not like her life had for decades been
her quiet posture inner churning
what was up ahead, would she be learning
anticipation dotted here and there with dread
all these things swimming around inside her head
her composure she was going to maintain
or no good at all would she stand to gain
the night before the after day
she closed her computer
and walked away

...

life is safe in dreams, you can always wake up.

but upon awakening, do not lose sight of your
dreams

dog

if ever there was a creature on earth close to spiritual perfection, it is the dog. yet everyday i am subjected to images of this wonderful creature being starved, beaten, neglected, abandoned, poisoned or shot just for being a dog.

these images are horrifying in their own right and in their display of mans dark nature. they are unremitting and unrelenting. they take no emotional prisoners, wreaking heartbreak at every turn.

it is impossible to look at these tragic images without sensing the suffering of these sentient beings. their eyes hollow and lost, heads downcast. trying to be small in a large, hostile human landscape.

yet look i keep doing, as my heart turns in its tears...

to forget any holocaust is to create another

roanoke

a money clip was given to him, years ago. he always carries it in a pocket of whatever pants or shorts he is wearing. it was given to him by a woman who died young, and hard, bore him children, shared his life. his former life, his family, his lost colony.

he misplaced it. the woman he was with at that time bought him another. as soon he found the first, he quickly retired its successor, much to the chagrin of that woman. they did not share a life, but lived together, then, inevitably, moved apart.

when he takes this money clip out of his pocket, he dreams. lost time, lost life, things that could not be fixed, nor replaced. he holds it gently, looking wistfully at the initials, its texture. a soft, sad look cover his face. when she mentions this to him, he denies...to her, to himself...

underdogs

always champion of the underdog, she found herself, once again , the champion, basically, of herself. she, who had never known unconditional love, true acceptance, even from herself.
she, who could not escape the nonconformity she was born into. wanting to embrace it, but starving for acceptance, at times wishing she was, instead, born "normal".

as a child, she sat at the family piano, between a symphony and some dresses she had designed.
she looked towards the heavens as she looked inward. partly wanting to attain, partly wanting to trade it all in for "being like everyone else", a bargain made in her own mind, to deaf ears.

the years passed. time dulled the blade that was once her intellect...or did it?

she was hobbled by life,by what it dished out to her, who's fault, at this point, not important.

little twinges of her mind grew louder.

could she sustain?

life is not a dream, but a furtive, ever changing reality

this planet is not our paradise lost, it is our paradise trampled upon, then discarded.

when man realized he had recklessly thrown away his own home, he struggled to find a way to extricate it from its own end, by looking inward to repair the outward.

man is as man does, and hopefully soon

a banned done dog on the road

why did she leave me in the cold
it is not my fault that i am old
i stood right by her day and night
alone i am now how can i fight
will anyone hurt me or take me in
i have no food i am getting thin
so many cars they drive so fast
i do not know if i can last

antitoxin

i have seen my own mortality. and i am on the move.
time is forever forward i need to find my groove.

i will not be smothered by anyone's
cloud of negativity

so keep those hands off of my neck
and mind your own activity

i do not write in the profundity of pretense
my feeling are not swaddled in florid words
they are what i feel what i know is real
and i am happy that they are sometimes
heard

i would like to find a place where i could be myself
so my basic nature would not sit on a shelf
to be appreciated for the things i say
leaving quite behind when i go away
dont want to be stifled
my heart and talents rifled

she stands

she stands before the precipice
did she ever think she'd get to this
the changes in her life she's making
new directions she will be taking
trying not to congregate
too many thoughts
upon her plate

bathing in the rush of history

i have lived through several presidents, with their accompanying bland inaugurals, their terms sometimes forgotten.

the things that linger; tragic assasination, blatant dishonesty, rank ineptitude. always compared to some of the great leaders of our past, and some of the scoundrels.

my coworkers and i sat, watching a man, a nation, take a walk into the history books, path uncharted, destination unknown.

will this be like cinderella at the ball, shoes off, glitter gone. alone with the chore before her?

as commentaries drone on, our new president looks into the blank slate he must write on, to insure america's future

torn

she had made a decision, not easily, but she did it. she stood prostrate in the face of actually executing her plan. her fear of the unknown had, for most of her life, completely overtaken her. so she sat still.

in a few days, she would act upon that decision, ambivalence dogging her every step of the way, her inner conflicts exacerbated by the input of those around her.

in the final analysis, it was her life, her choice. this she knew and did not debate. her struggle was tuning out the naysayers, and going forward

stuck-o

he walks the world with clouded mind
he does not know which way to go
he just keeps walking, often talking
head sometimes high but mostly low
the childhood was not kind to him
his heavy grudges his daily trudges
blameless is the self he sees
the pain it drags him to his knees
he will not let go
so he does not grow

sometimes

his life was his life, always was, always would be. he had his patterns, his personal home security blanket, his minor dalliances on the side. the blanket was warm, but not fuzzy nor cozy.

he liked things this way. it gave him a semblance of control. he would venture into arenas that he hoped would not challenge his emotional status quo. distant, detached...this was his way, at least outside of the place he called home.

home...a farce in its own right. he knew it yet he kept it. allowed to play like a child on a long leash but always yanked back home.

sometime he thought of her. how she ran away from this nada he offered her. he wished she would be available to embrace that same nada again... knowing that she was not.

life is safe in dreams
you can always wake up

push

from her corner the room looked sparse and wide
and empty, noone else inside
she crawled around, and crawled some more
until she found the half open door
she nudged the door an inch or so
then she stepped back afraid to go

she found herself plunged into a morass, the intensity of which she had not experienced in some time. it attached itself to her slowly, insidiously, until this morning, when it emerged in full bloom.

she had not experienced any creative surges in a while, did not know the cause, and wrote it off, while, of course, not writing. she went on with her days, thinking that she would somehow return to whatever her normal was.

she did not.

the morning was cold and the heat in her apartment was faintly sputtering, more noise than calorie output. she bundled herself up in a second bathrobe, sat up in bed, looked around.

the room had a warm, cozy familiarity. she felt safe, as safe as she was capable of feeling, which was not really much. her breathing was labored, her chest sore from the effort.

she could not formulate a cry, but cry she wanted to do. if just to alleviate the tension, bring whatever inside, out. her eyes were stinging with tears that would not come, simmering, taunting.

she started to sort through the issues that caused her to become so clogged. none were particularly momentous in nature. it was the minutiae that always placed her under maximum duress.

i have walked the world through different eyes
never going to far do not like surprise
with every phase from day to night
so many ways how things cause fright

you manity

humanity
just what does it mean to you and me
people inhabiting a failing planet
busy with their wrecking balls
just trying to can it
warring with each other
some dont know why
killing their brothers
while we sit and cry
all other creatures living dependent
on a world where all once was
resplendent

the tentacles of distortion stretch far and suffocate all they touch

though sometimes under cover
old prejudices still hover

poeme perdue

i wrote poem lost by this blog
i cannot recreate it through memory jog

judge mental

i really bare a grudge
against those people who judge
who are they to say
you must do it their way

inside, her quiet demeanor churned. this had been going on for days. it was almost like a fluttering.

she could attribute this angst to one thing; conflict

surgery, drawn out recovery with complications and accompanying discomforts...work, or rather, returning to it after 2 months away. unending wars on forever bloodied battlefields.

she was conflicted. she wanted to work, but knew she could not further jeopardize her health by remaining at her present job. she wanted peace in the middle east but not at the expense of israel's health and existence as a nation.

she could not sort out her own torment, so she certainly had no answer for nations at war.

the cannons fired.
.

to naysa(an abused mare in louisiana)

how many tears can i cry for you
after everything that you've been through
i sit through tears cannot shake the image
of your sad, shot at, damaged visage

life is box of empty/full surreal

life is what happens
from the time we are born
when our day is over
we leave those who mourn

i will not play cupid
for the epidemic
of stupid

will this

will this planet ever be a place
where we would be proud to
show our face
where cruelty, hate and bigotry
would be lost in the annals of
history?

ice o layshun

i have foundered, wandered
alone upon a beach
i have stared at yonder
a life so out of reach