hold up your head

hold up your head
do not live with dread
live the pride
that is inside
noone can take
...the you from you
believe in your
goodness
that will
get
you through ♥♥♥

let us stand in a circle

let us stand in a circle and all hold hands,
unimpeded by boundaries of water or of land.
let us close our eyes with a wish worldwide,
that wars were over, people cast all their conflicts aside,
that all god's creatures freely roam,
...on every part of our planet that they call home,
that children are warm and all are safe.... at night,
in a shelter, filled with love and light♥

you-more

when ever i feel
too much stress and strain
i reach for humor to ease the pain
being funny and laughing
what else could beat it
maybe it would be better
if one could drink it or
eat it?
but smiling and laughter
are the best cure
to bring down the rafters
and drown the manure:-D

reflections

animals are reflections from the eyes of god
their grace and beauty, his most divine nod
and as he watches them slip away
his heart is broken, so quiet it lays

heroes

heroes often come with four legs and a tail
following their people along dangerous trails
never asking questions, never backing down from a fight
standing by the ones they love all day and all night
no accolades required, no rewards requested
...just doing what dogs do best
rising up, when they are tested

does he

does he love me, she so wanted to ask
as he sat, occupied with his task
she studied his eyes,his hands, his brow
so close to asking, but she did not know how

does she know i how much love i feel
so much for her, it does not seem real
as she sits there, face so kind
i wonder if she is reading my mind

they sat together as the window fan whirred
safe in their world, of him and her.

one day the earth

one day the earth
looked for the sun
she looked everywhere, but there
was none.
the sun had left her overnight
to find another place to
shine his light
where life would be
plentiful and rich
where humans had not
carved out their
ugly niche
the earth looked up
there was no moon
no smiling orb
to greet her in
the late afternoon
the moon too decided
it was time to run
following in the track of the sun
the earth stood silent, all alone
and let out a sad, mournful moan

what hurts most

what hurts most to a beautiful dog
left alone, caged lonely slog
noone to love on his metal bed
no lap to rest his gentle head
noone to walk with
...share moments sweet
as he sits so sadly
in defeat
please neuter and spay
don't buy, adopt
so this heartache
will be stopped

oh to be young

what it so good about being adult and grown?
spending so much time in mode b*tch and moan
too many wrinkles and tinkles
and aches and pains
oh to be young all over again
...but with the sense that i have now
oh never mind, i'd probably
do it the same, anyhow;-0

regalo

to live a life of one's own choosing
is not about the winning or losing
it is living each day for the thrill
of the ride
not what awaits on the other side
taking the process as the essence
of what you do
not what happens when the
effort is through
the joy of each step,
a source of elation
the greatest gift
of god's creation

prime

‎31 is our beauty prime?
i am tired of hearing this
all the time
we reach our prime
when good self esteem
and inner peace are no
longer a dream
we are at our most
beautiful
in the eyes
of those who love us
no surprise
even if reach 80 or more
we are still
standing tall
at beauty's door

to break

to break the rules,
to take a chance
to not be fooled
by life's cruel dance
to do so can...
come with a price
some people's
reactions are
not very nice
but in the end
that is their mess
and something
they alone
will have
to address:-D

life is a game of

life is a game of polarity
complements and
disimilarities
the yin the yang...
the up and down
...are everywhere
you look around
if you cannot cry
you cannot laugh
that is cutting
ones emotional
life in half

the world

the world is small
the world is round
upon it treasures do
abound
a wealth of beauty
once ignored
it is our duty
to see it restored

to love with truth

to love with truth, accepting as such
we all change, even those we love much
to weather the storms that happen
more than once and a while
to hold each other close ..
...even managing a smile
at times it all seems
a lost, fading dream

http://www.babyboomerknowledgecenter.com/2010/07/i-am-river.html

my most recently published poem...today:-D

http://www.babyboomerknowledgecenter.com/2010/07/i-am-river.html

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3O9MmOiRMM0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3O9MmOiRMM0

classical piece...music by louise du toit,
poetry supplied by me, myself and the old
woman in the mirror;-D

my heart

my heart belongs to the great outdoors
to the sky above,and the crystalline shores
my heart belongs to the beauty it sees
the verdure of grass, the swaying of trees
my hearts belongs to all of my senses
...past, present and future tenses

horse majesty

the beauty of
the horse majesty.
to mistreat these
creatures,
the worst travesty.
love them for
their nobility,
strength and speed.
with kindness
address them,
and their gentle

needs

print:
http://www.zazzle.com/wild_horses_print-228832099454321269
shirt:
http://www.zazzle.com/horses_in_freedom_shirt-235604164541035901

lullabye-bye

hush little baby
please don't cry
our world needs help
we are going to try
to make it a place
...for you, healthy and strong
cruelty free
where everyone gets along♥

a lullaby prayer
i wanted to
send out there

sanctum

at times i am quiet, at times i am sad
you stand by me, you never get mad
you understand in your own quiet way
you touch my hand, there is nothing to say

STOP!!!!!

to all you out there who are terrorists
to who pain and suffering is your grist
blood and guts never solved a thing
that is why this earth is still suffering
in whose ever name you choose to slay
these problems will always get in your way
the omly chance to save what we
will lose
is if the path is of love you choose
lay down your arms
lay down your hate
the earth is good
it is not too late
stop taking lives
there is nothing there
learn to feel, learn to care

for 27 3 js

the light was dark
the dark was light
the sun illuminated
the night
the moon ran out
...into the sky
she looked around
and started to cry

today

today is now
yesterday was
each minute has
more power
than the one
before does

sacred spirit

sacred spirit
hear our cries
sacred spirit
our world dies
sacred spirit
sacred spirit
without you
there is no world
there is nothing new
sacred spirit
lives within
everyone
and everything
believe is all
you have to do
then our hands
will join
with all others,
true

an oasis of beauty

an oasis of beauty
in a world of straw
an island of wonder
is what i saw♥

to accept

to accept another as they are meant to be
is the true meaning of prodigy
to find a place to stand out and shine
even if it was not what someone else
had in mind
to bask and glow in the goodness one
can possess
to forget the no, and learn the yes
one’s truth path takes time to discover
and when one does, there is no other

a letter

a letter to those by anger overtaken
it is not okay for babies to be shaken
it is not okay to beat animals down
as they cower in terror on the ground
it is not okay to hit wives and or lovers
and then expect to be warmly
received under the covers
your anger is yours
not meant to be shared
by those in your way
who pray to be spared

weather or not

we complain about the heat
we complain about the cold
all this complaining
is getting tiresome
and old.

larry w,RIP

larry always dreamed so hard,yet his wishes were deluded
a man riding high, on a wild card, his self esteem denuded
the paths he took, from a position of weakness
forever waiting for that lucky streak, victory at the preakness
but he never could really get out of the starting gate
his self abusing life style the winner.
this creator of his own fate
RIP my old leather jacketed friend
45 years ago we met
but this was not how
it was supposed to end

how does

how does one do it?
make it last?
live in the present,
not in the past.
keeping in storage
...old wounds and old pains
to stop oneself from
that forage
again and again

http://www.babyboomerknowledgecenter.com/2010/07/july-4th.html

http://www.babyboomerknowledgecenter.com/2010/07/july-4th.html

my most recent published poem:-D

have 4th of july and every day thereafter!!!!

BP in your negligence

BP in your negligence
there really is no recompense
snails and pelicans covered in oil
our beautiful waters that you have spoiled
lives lost, so dear to us cannot be reborn
...turtles torched in agony, from their shells torn
fish and assorted water fowl doomed by
your mess
all because of your desire to cut corners
spend less
look into the eyes of an oil soaked bird
miles are spoken, without saying a word

an outstretched hand goes on for miles, a slap stops hope in its tracks.