wishing, well

wishing well to a world that teeters and screams,

replacing its nightmares with the
sweetest of dreams.
wishing safe and secure where chaos has
dwelled.
and  a huge chunk of heaven,
to fight off this hell.
wishing harmony where discord
has sung too long.
where hearts everywhere can beat
loud, happy and strong.
and somehow, all beings will
get along!
                 ♥

spring springs

take that old man winter☺☻

photo taken today with my cell phone outside yoga studio

the dust

the dust surrounds
it settles at times.
it floats on air,
as it lingers between
rhymes.
it laughs at us,
although we push it away.
dust knows that

it will return
someday.

in the

in the night's embrace,
i find a space...

do you reach for the lifetree

do you reach for the lifetree as
the leaves start to fall.
do you wake up and realize
the transient nature of it
all.
do you count all your blessings,
each day that you make.
do you savor each moment,
each step forward,
each mistake.
do you run from the notion,
the one all too clear.
that we were born to live
a short while.
we do not own "here".

 

 

we sit

we sit we wait,
time owns the plate.
our impatience, her
appetite,
will not sate.
our fears and anxieties
not her concern.
what will happen,
will happen...

when will we learn.

life at

life lived at the end of a speaker
the only sound you hear,
is the music,
ringing loud and clear.

thank you

we are the animals without a chance,
who most people pass, without a
first glance.
we thank you all here,
who post and share
because, whatever happens
we know someone cares
♥

she looked

she looked at the bottom of a well-worn glass,
a muddy reflection of the years, too fast.
a dimly lit moment juxtaposed in rhyme.
before the sadness she foments,

takes up all her time.

what is

what was, was.
what will be,
who knows.
what is, is
and from here
what can be,
grows♥

♪nighty night♪

nighty night,
dream so sweet,
of a world and wonder.
our hearts,
complete ♥

for everywoman

everywoman

do you see my face,
i am just like you,
with dreams that i
work for and wish
come true.
but when i get home,
the aspirations,
are replaced by terror
and perspiration.
sometimes it's a word,
or nothing that i say.
he turns for no reason
and this will not go away.
if i seem very distant
or inside my own head,
i have covered my bruises
but fear that soon i will
be dead.
i am one of many, lost
in this cycle of fear.
is there somebody out there
who cares or is willing
to hear.

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cogito ergo sometimes

sometimes the world is crystal clear,
i understand all that i see and hear.
other times the fog envelopes me,
and clarity is history.
i float between these states of mind.
not much ahead,
but far too much,

behind.

poachers

poachers...i don't know you,
you don't know me,
but you are the scourge of humanity.
killing for money, taking innocent lives,
separating mothers from children,
husbands from wives.
but in your greed and bloody lust,
you are turning your souls and our
planet
into dust
:(

they tried

they chatted in lilting tones,their voices not echoing the clouds of sadness and apprehension that hung heavily over them, waiting to pounce..

wisdom

the greatest wisdom lives within the heart of the earthmother ♥

tasks

being kind is not too much to ask,
in fact, it is the most wonderful
of tasks.
so spread the words and deeds of
compassion,
heartbeats of love are
forever in fashion!

i am

i am the moment you awaken,
as you open your eyes,
i am the paths you have taken,
be they foolish or wise.
i am the light in your darkness,
the filter to your light.
i am the "goodest" good morning,
i am the sweetest good night.
i am the laughter you have
uttered,
the tears that you cry,
i am the first of hellos,
and the final

goodbye.

fourwords

peace.
love.
hope.
freedom.

♥♥♥♥♥

pteribird ptext ptalk

pteri ptalk:
CMFTfO:  cluck my f*cking tail feather off
TMH:  too many humans
ROPLASH: rollling on perch laughing at stupid humans
BRB: bird ready to bite
FMOIWUP: feed me or i wake up neighbors
LOLIPOF: laughing out loud i poop on floor
TTTC:  talk to the claw
   ~~~clucktweet~~~

a day in the life of pteri tea rose max

a day in the life of pteribird
1.got up and squawked at my mommy for breakfast.
2.jumped on mommy's finger so i could get aforementioned.
3.bit aforementioned finger.
4.played fussbudgie and nibbled at food.
5.clucked at daddy then bit him when he tried to pet my head
6.picked up toy in the pic and threw it...so much fun to watch old
humans run around after my toys...teehee
7.allowed parents to pet my head(the things we boidies have to
endure;-)
8.squawked again because i effing feel like it.
9.actually ate a little to appease humans(and yes, i hungry;-)
10.mommy gave me a mist bath...then i groom my boidie beauty
11. repeat all of the above all day long.
12. poop everywhere all day long, spread powder and feathers.

~~~☺☻life is good...clucktweet☻☺~~~

for jonylah and all lost children

for jonylah and all lost children.

we never had a chance to try,
no life to live,
just a time to die.
no school, no parties,
no weddings no fun.
before we ever started
our life was done.
all we ask is if you
can find a way,
that no more innocent
children
will be taken too early,
today.

jenny's tree

he took a walk to jenny's tree,
where they once stood, in
good company.
when he was he
and she was she.
the world serenaded
sweet  harmonies.
one plus one was
not two, but three.
an i and a you
...the larger
we.

for

for hell is but a heaven, sent
to tempt all men to evil.
and from those moments,
lost and misspent,
an endless, dark
upheaval.

in the silence of sound

 in the silence of sound
... a deafening roar
what will happen
to the world
if we hear it
no more.
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holocausts

the world went mad,
its moral compass,
bent,
by so much sorrow
and bloodshed, spent.
hearts hopelessly broken,
their pleas at times,
spurned,
but here on our planet,
who has really learned.

limbo rock

she sits in limbo,
afraid and numb.
caught between
nowhere and
the state of
glum.

snow seats in winter

snow seats in winter,
not meant to
accommodate,
winter is a splinter,
spring time please

don't be late!

snowtrees and houseplants

when the outside in is inside out,
when the sails are flailing as
the ship comes about.
when it is hard to reconcile
your inner life with the one
without,
you tread along quite gingerly,
between whispers

and shouts.

embrace

embrace the beauty of the world we are honored to live in☺♥☻

a drop of

A drop of torment
A drop of pain.
In tears so silent,
Cold as rain.

earth mother nature

When the earth mother created this planet,
For man and all creatures
A garden was borne, of her beautiful features
A haven of habitats varied,
nurtured with care
Embraced by the blue green of the sea
the blue greys of sky and air
The deep browns of the mountains
The harsh desert sands
icy whitish extremes
of the vast frozen lands
and now she sits watching
her world slip away
the animals she cherishes
nearing their last days.


her world it be, we are only here to borrow, respect her dignity, or there will be no tomorrow

squid pro quo part 2

it works two ways,
it is give and take.
what you receive,
is what you make.

flight

sequins of snowflakes softly kiss them as they run, hand in hand, across the street, the years vanishing behind them...

the earth is

♪the earth is music
stay in tune♪

granny gangsta

♪my name is granny gangsta and cut the crap..
i had decades more than you to learn how to rap..
so when it comes to bad, we oldsters are worst.
remember whippersnappers...we were here first♪

old woman's arms

she sees the world from the reach of an old woman's arms.
the mind, sharp yet blunting, still capable of some charms.
she remembers the school times, just trying to survive,
thinking to herself, this is being alive?
crawling into her silence, dark quiet womb.
her small chance to escape, in what
was never her room.
then watching herself only in the eyes of
others.
while by lost moments, drowned in
her misguided druthers.
she sees present moments, repeats
of the same.
whatever it foments, she crumbles
at the game.
her old fingers trying, while
struggling to see.
what was and what now is,
what's left of her "me"

color world

she lives in a world of colors
profound
each has a meaning
... each has a sound
...and when the light dims
and her eyes start to fade
she will remember the colors
and all the joy that they made.