she dreams of dancers

She dreams of dancers
Colorful birds in flight
But when she wakes up

Will she be alright

cherish each day

hold each day in your hand
it is a precious flower
cherish the seconds,
the minutes, the hours
savor every breath
not knowing which
will be the last
life is a gift
that is expires
too fast

for egypt

i hope that egypt does not trade one form of tyranny for another, as the iranian people did. a yoke of oppression is what it is, be it cloaked by military power or fundamentalist religious views

the dancer

the dancer moves
where shadows abound
the dancer grooves
noone is around
the dancer spins
and twirls and flies
the dancer grins
dance never lies

time is

time is a gift
that rules
with thrift
time makes
the rules
for the wise
and the fools
time is the leader
we follow, blind
skating in a
frightened circle
afraid to be
left behind
afraid to be
pushed aside
while times goes on
not caring,
who cried

this is my land, this is where i stand

a reflection

a reflection is more than what we see
it is deeper than the surface visibility
it opens up the heart, inspires the mind
to ask what secrets are hidden behind
the fragile image
that
we believe
based on the way
our souls. perceive

in reverie

in reverie
in silent bliss
the world we live in
never amiss

in silent steps

in silent steps
she walks, aloud
navigating
the nameless crowd
pushing through
with downcast face
what she had to do
to get someplace

hubby in reading mode

is any

in a series of fits,
and starts
and leaps
some of them shallow,
some of them deep
taking a tenuous
moment to opine
is any of this real
is any of this mine

love and peace

love and peace
keep it flying
you never know...

no harm in trying♥

life is good

at times

at times it does not feel right
to keep on going in a futile fight
then i read about one fragile soul
saved from misery, healed and whole
for that brief moment, i am sustained
i keep on going, however pained
for each life saved, an angel smiles
even if that is as good as it gets
it is worth the trial

lost-algic

we lived without high techie toys for years
but no now we cannot live without our
gadgets near
and when they malfunction and dare
not to work
we hit that junction
and feel like a jerk
so simple were those
long lost times
when if you had to make
a call
all you needed was a dime
alas a dime ain't worth a cent
anyone know where
my abacus went;-D

barnyard friends

red squirrel

reverie in dreams

will mankind ever
be one nation
instead of dividing itself
by pigmentation?
will people stop giving
each other grief
because they do not
share the same
beliefs?
i take you to take
task
by the questions i ask
borne of sweet hopes
that live only in
a flask

rise and...

i read the news
the world still round
i get the blues
nothing to astound
oh human nature
why do you fail
and put our garden
into the garbage pail

buffalo in spring

this is MY land
where is my herd
i want it back to
the way it was
before man
ever said

a word

a spark

a spark of sanity
not the transience
of vanity
a wish fulfilled
no more innocent
blood spilled

what is

The surface scratched
The inside reached
What is this emotional
Security breach?

valor

if love is something that you feel
share it, do what you think is real
take your tenure here on earth
and make it everything
that you know it is worth

in peace

in peace and harmony
may you rest
knowing that
if you see tomorrow
you are blessed♥

my world is warm, keep my baby from harm

winter creature
majestic and wild
born of the snows
an arctic child
what will happen
to you
as the temperatures
grow mild
your icy palaces
by man
defiled

KLK

wolves, i love

i see my reflection in the sky
i howl at the moon
but the moon will not cry
the water cuts like
liquid glass
the rose is read
my life, at last♥

to live free, as it was meant to be

yes!!!!

at times life throws us quite a mess
the reasons why, noone can guess
but rise we do and challenges
we meet
and try though they will
they will not defeat
us as we are
or what we do
this is our life
we will get through
a pebble, a rock
may get in the way
but this is our game
and we are here to play

to love

to hate is to empower
those you scorn
to love each day and hour
is to be reborn♥

i run with the wind

i run with the wind
i fly in the sky
though man may rescind
my species will not die

the iberian lynx

The iberian lynx, quiet as a sphinx.their end is near, please do not let them disappear

galgos, greyhounds

I am a galgo,greyhound, I am built for speed, but now I run from man's misdeeds

friends

will you be my friend
although we do not
look the same
speak the same
language
have the same name
will you be my friend
if we disagree
that is not a reason
to part company
will you be my friend
if i get tired, a little
crabby, a tad too wired
will you be my friend
when i sit and cry
not turn around
and say goodbye
will you be my friend
when happy i be
not pouting and wallowing
with nasty envy
i will be your friend
the same way too
in life that is what
friends
are supposed to
do

for pitbulls, and other bully breed underdogs, everywhere

i am the face of misunderstood
many people think i am bad

but mostly, i am good!!!!

musica

the grandest of tunes are sung by the smallest of voices♥

the buffalo voice

The buffalo voice. Man made a terrible choice, to silence your thunder. Now man himself going under

a hero

a hero stands at an enemy's door
and keeps on knocking
until he hears no more
a hero rises to what he
believes
he upholds his truth
and does not deceive
a hero feeds a homeless cat,
a hungry dog, saves a
wounded bat
a hero loves to love
with heart so true
as he believes in himself
he believes in you
a hero will not tolerate
the world of cruel
such a place is the home
of fools
a hero is inside us, one and all
we just have to listen
and answer his call

run fast run free

run fast run free
let nothing bother me
fly low, fly high
bursts of laughter
times to cry
breathe deep, let it out
in a whisper, in a shout
hold on, let go
it is only mine to know

tidal

we are a collection of thoughts, feelings, emotions

our souls are a tidal wave in our live oceans

we ebb, we flow, we do not always know

but somehow we find a direction to go

sometimes we follow, other times we lead

even when we wallow, we still have the need

the vacuum

the vacuum in which i once dwelled

a lonely, tarnished, musty shell

has in its place a light that shines

illuminated by friends so fine

dreams unnoticed at times ignored

...resignation under the guise of bored

the wings are fluttering

the antennae awakened

as each little step,

a milestone taken

thank you all for supplying

the ride

and opening up

what was closed inside

seals

for those who hunt me because i am a seal


did you ever stop to think just how i feel

i just want to sit on my rocks and ice

if you would leave me be, that would be so nice

my fur is mine, not yours for the taking

just look at all the red blood you are making

go back to your homes, your families, your wives

and leave us seals alone to enjoy our lives

warm scents

warm scents of the morning

coffee gently brewing

reading the newspapers

same old stories, stewing

hoping that some sweet

...flavors are added to the mix

like peace, hope and paradise

our world needs this fix

stir in some love, compassion

and caring

a meal served to everyone

as it was made for sharing♥

save

leave the world

better than what you

found

try to preserve

all the beauty around

try to keep earth

a habitat for all living

beings

be as the creator,

with heart, all seeing

thank full

i am thankful for each day i open my eyes

and see the world around me, the biggest prize

i revel in the fact that i can object

that my mind is still able to opine

and reflect♥

the walk of the elephants

em-pathy

empathy is a precious word

often uttered, but rarely "heard"

often asked for

but hardly given

man is far to "me me" driven

...and needs to learn that

the greatest joy of all

is to share of oneself

and feel 10 feet tall!!!!

us by me

another day

another day

another chance

to smile

to look upon a loved one

and feel happy,

...for a while

to revel in the future

escape the trap

of the past

our hearts all need

this suture,

but how long

will it last?

and on this chilly

and on this chilly

heartwrenching night

i am spilling my heart

i have so much to write

but time to settle

...to be reborn

into a finer fettle

come early morn

love and light

namaste

goodnight

coquerel's sifaka and the magic of madagascar

grateful alive

whenever i get lonely or scared,

lost in sadness, heartache bared

when pain and frustration

are at their most

i remember the gift of life

and i raise a toast

in the name

in the name of the spirit

in the name of our lands

your voice we can hear it

you know where we stand

as one with the sky,

with the trees, with the clouds

our faces lifted upward

our voices out loud!!!!

scribe

i write at night

i write at dawn

i write whatever

my heart

seizes upon

...i write for good

i write for naught

that is who i am

not what i was taught

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the color of words

the color of words

on a canvas painted

seldom heard

but sometimes tainted

predetermined pigments

the spectrum

of heart and soul

are they figments

or are they

tangibly whole?

bear in august

dudgeon curmudgeon

i grump, i grouse

and more than

occasionally

crab

i also love life and

...carouse

and will do so

until the slab

and if there is a

heaven for

the female curmudgeon

i will be there,

riding upon my

high dudgeon;-D

be as

be who you are

as you were born

turn a deaf ear

to those who scorn

laugh at those

who do not get the joke

life is more than

the right smoke

revel in the joy

of being one

as most conform

then they are done

i try

i try to breathe

to take in air

on a planet

where few really

seem to care

where heartless

seems to be the

rule

i drown in my

own tears as they pool