in the name of

in the name of god

so many are dead

too many tears

streets bleeding, red

so much division

so much hate

if we keep this up

our diety will not wait

road rules

waking up to fall asleep
stretching to feel better
but have less of a reach
eating to live
then it all turns to waste
...we say take it slow
but life goes on, with haste

okay

okay take a breath deep
take another
big leap
life is one great big hillside
that is never
too steep
just keeping plowing forward
on your personal road
ignore all untoward
step over their load

in music

in music
in the stillness
of the night
a bird lifts up
his wings in flight
...a dragonfly
flutters then
passes by
not a word she utters
although she tries
as graceful moonlight
dances on waters dark
the evening magic
has lit its spark

thank you

thank you to the creator

who created our being

who gave us the beauty

that we should be seeing

that built us a garden

where we were meant to play

then man misunderstood

and took it away

thank you to the creator

who wanted the best

but man had other notions

and put this to the test

thank you to the creator

in whose image we were made

one day our eden will flourish

and all creatures, saved

be kind

be kind to the child inside
do not ask him/her to
run and hide
she needs to be nurtured
cared for and respected
...and you will never be
misdirected♥

the gift

the gift arrived

in a little box

not sealed with ribbon

no chains, no locks

though hard to open,

but once inside

the gift burst forth

no desire to hide

the gift shined brightly

on all around

so glad to be there

to see sky, water

and ground

the gift softly trembled

at the beauty of it all

at the paradise it resembled

the gift answered the call

the gift happens once

and it happens quite often

it is your life to live

in joy

until god closes the coffin

treat this gift with great kindness

respect and deep caring

love yourself and all those

around you

the gift is for sharing

a day in the wife

it is 757 am ny time
my morning has been
an uphill climb
laundry at 6, breakfast at 7
i feel like i died
...but this ain't heaven
now to the parking bureau
oh what fun
then off to yoga
to firm my buns
then more choremungus
a day in the wife
ah, i would not ever
trade in my life♥:-D

in exaltation

in exaltation of freedom and the need
to live unfettered, far from greed
to dive to safety, soar so high
to bask in the paradise of sea and sky
to extend one wings as far as they go
......to swim the planet, such joy to know
the creatures of eden this world is theirs
man too, can stay here, if he learns to share

more fee us

a goodnight wish
one of gentle bliss
as pillow surround
sweet slumber's
kiss

eye land

there is an island in our souls
where all are healed, all are whole
where peace and love are the national sports
where all god's creatures safely cavort
where man has put the kind back in mankind
...and left cruelty and sadness, far behind

when man

when man showed up on this small planet round
he looked with awe and wonder at what he had found
oceans, deserts, mountains, streams
things that could only have come from
the creators dreams
creatures of lush fur, plumage, colors so high
in great abundance, from the seas to the sky
then one day man instituted his own fall
he decided that he had to control it all
and slowly but surely, they all began to vanish
to his own hell, man has sadly self-banished

to walk

to walk with integrity is to walk alone
to be the unanswered ring on the telephone
to turn your back on the nasty and loud
to reject any flak from the mad, madding crowd
to stand by your principals, no matter the cost
to arise and to sleep, feeling like one of the lost
to doubt all the doubters, to question who rules
to give your back to the shouters, ignore all the fools
to know to yourself you are true and are real
although many times, it is lonely you feel

la bella notte

as the veil of night
begins to cover your eyes
and the daytime light
heeds the moonbeams sighs
time to put away all
......the anguish and trials
for the healing time
with its star-kissed
smiles♥

polit

politicians are all the same, same agenda, different party name...their purpose in life is to be elected, make their money, be respected. once in,
animals are on the bottom of the priority list, they will say anything to get elected, that is their grist!!!!
a rose by any other means borne, is still a flower, surrounded by thorns

may your

may your lives be filled

with the sun's golden glory

may you all live out your

fantasy love story

may your deepest moments

of pain and dark

awaken to the sweet song

of a lark

may the world shine brightly

as its orbit spins

may your face be forever

in the happiest of grins

i do not

i do not believe in quit

nor do i believe in

this is it

i do not subscribe to

the never ender

nor life's emotional

fender benders

i do not attend

meetings of the mind

if they are harsh

and devoid of kind

i do not color dark

where there is meant

to be light

i will never extinguish

the spark,

if i believe it is right

9/11

‎9/11 the world we once knew
was not
our towers and those
within them
lost to an evil plot
......the repercussions
tremors, heartache
and pain
relived by many
over and over again
so now we sit in remembrance
we do not sit in hate
we hope that one morning
love will be at our gate

rosh hashanah

for some this evening
starts a year brand new
and we will have so
much to do
let us make this a year
...of sweet relief
no more sadness, no more grief
may peace and love, all on
earth embrace
let us restore our world
to an eden space

dog

who understood
without a word
to say
saw your tears
...and never ran away
who sat so silent
as you vented and
cried
who was always there
and never lied

enter

enter the mirror
of our souls
that which makes
us human
that which makes us whole
it sees what the naked
eye refuses to see
it is what makes
you you
and me, me

it goes

It goes
It goes too hard
It goes to fast
Noone knows
How long or short
It will last
It makes the rules
We play along
Whether or not
This “it” is strong
It is life to be lived
Not to be wasted
Or squandered
Or spent in too much
Inner turmoil, pondered

the heart grows weary

the heart grows weary
as the days grow long
the eyes, so bleary
but we keep plodding
along
...a little fatigue
is not a mental state
it is a way to recharge
then clean off
our plate