Monday, November 30, 2009


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

Friday, November 27, 2009


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

Thursday, November 26, 2009


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


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

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

for the bird

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

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

count up

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

Sunday, November 22, 2009

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

Saturday, November 21, 2009

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

Monday, November 16, 2009

the morning calls

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

Sunday, November 15, 2009

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?

Saturday, November 14, 2009


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

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

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

Friday, November 6, 2009

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


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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