i love the leaves that make it spring

i love the leaves that make it spring.
the hints of green, when buds
begin.
i love the flowers tentative
grace.
the joy of morning on
a bird's sweet face.
the sun's soft memories.
warm and kind.
as we leave winter
far behind.

view from the garage eagles palace

familias

with the last of winter's cold
nipping at our wings.
our nest is filled
with love and
sings.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NzHG4RU4774&list=UUD-i4RO_cGrJ7LBvUgOLgbQ

garage eagles

sights and heartsounds

living, feeling.
coping,
healing.
in between
worlds rough

garage eagles

and reeling.

in the moment

in the moment,
ire and heat.
time slowly lapses
into defeat.

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the strong and fragile

the strong and fragile.
translucent light
mentally agile

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but not quite
alright.

intricacies

intricacies
convolution.
for this there is
no restitution.

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teehee clucktweet pteri ptalk part tree

i holdses this toy in
my birdie claw hand.
then i throws it and
on the floor it lands.
i watches my mommy
pick it up and give
it back to me...
i throws it once again.
~~~~clucktweet~~~~
teehee.
nothing makes me laugh
so much as watching mommy
chase
all the toys i throws
all over the place☺☻

♥pteri tea rose max a.k.a. pteribird♥

what

what are we when thoughts dissolve,
protoplasm that calls itself evolved.

the little girl listened

the little girl listened to her inner voice
away
anxiety and fear.
it was only her inner voice
the safety net.
that she chose to hear.
she drifted through life,
behind that double edged
cloud.

on the surface
arrogant and proud.
but beneath the veil
she hid behind,
a broken heart
with wounded
mind.

in the quest for answers

in the quest for answers
more questions.
in the questions not asked.

branches reaching for a space to call home

answers,
assumed.
answers assumed.
erroneous many.
thought/questions again.
for much more than a penny...

i dreamed i saw a bouquet of butterflies

i dreamed i saw a bouquet of butterflies...
as tall as the earth and just as wide.
and everywhere they decided to land.
they brought with them something
wonderful and grand.

planting fields

it is cold outside

it is cold outside
i search for food.
in a world that
can be harsh and
rude.
but thank you all
those who make
it part of their day.
to bring some extra
food my way.

one of the train station crew

spill

for all creatures caught up in the inevitability of man's mess

this is where i spend my day

sometimes looking for food

or for frolic and play

the water is so dark now

i cannot see a thing

i am so hungry

i cannot move my wings

what happened to

my homeland

where i live and breed

what will happen to

the fish

upon whom i feed

i am feeling so tired

i cannot lift my head

in this muck and this mire

i do not want to be dead.

norman j levy park

agua

♥drink from the beauty of life's waters♥

add infinitum

our lives,
twists, turns
the ad infinitums...
contained, but
not controlled,
by our inner grids,
nestled under a blue,
yet cloud-filled sky

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if you pray

if you pray do you
genuflect in reverential
awe.
or do you ask a reprieve
from whatever you
saw.
a state of grace in
a rocky climb.
your spirit a wonder
in syncopation
and rhyme.

by the creator's hand. so gentle a touch

imagine-nation....what do you see

the realm of the imagination
is infinite and
all encompassingly

let your inner eye fly

wonderful!

what do you see

her garden

her garden is wild.
her garden is free.
her garden is

beauty in the bronx

what makes

botanicals

her, she.

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garland

i bring for you
a garland of love.
to wear around
your heart most.
every day♥

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the strength

the strength of quiet beauty.
the worlds that live within.

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orchidstorm

orchidstorm
of bliss
and beauty.

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whimsly

there is nothing flimsy
about the joy of
whimsy.

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colors full

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colors full.
cacophonous
noise.

waters

waters show us
what we cannot
see.
the beauty that is
inside of
we.

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her petals opened

her petals opened
with tentative grace.
she knew not what
she would have
to face.

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beneath

a tempest of swirling colors.
beneath this outer shell.
perhaps not just soft
beauty,
but personal hell.

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spring

she dreamed of spring
green blanketed hues.
warm, welcoming breezes.
only good news.

outside town hall

1962

memories...
the path slowly eroded
by sweet time and
its distortions.

baby sloth - repost

i am slow.
for me,
there
is no other
way to go.
i will get there
anyway,
what is the rush
i have all day.
i am a baby sloth,
and i have
much love to
give,
so humans, please
find the patience,

to let me live♥

she took her life...for all who could no longer hold on

she flew so high,

but alone she felt.

the night and its

shadows,

so cruelly dealt.

without the spotlight

and glare,

to drive away her pain.

without the noise and

the moments,

the cold, ice and rain.

those moments under

the smile.

dark clouds behind

her eyes.

the weight of her sorrows

she could no longer hide.

and we who sit here,

blessed to survive,

we cry for all those

who forgot the joys

of just being alive.

smile from

smile from within.
the rest will
follow☺♥☻

♥little pteribird♥

contra diction

she wanted to be seen.
she wanted to hide.
all this contradiction,
too hard to

ride.

we have moments

we have moments where
we can play.
but mostly we work hard to
survive each day.
searching for food.
shelter.
a place to nest.
life is of

great beauty,
and a very hard
test.

dogs

dogs do not politically affiliate.
dogs are happy with what
is on their plates.
dogs do not subscribe to
the voyage of the snark,
dogs wag their tails and
love to bark.
dogs do not do nasty,
or toxic or cruel...
in other words,
dogs TOTALLY rule

steady

whatever your pace,
wherever you go,
keep up with
your heart,
and let your
love grow.

her grandmother's voice

she relived the sad trembles

of her grandmother's voice.
a song borne of circumstance,
and of bad choice.
life passed her by,
as it will do.
and now she sings
like her grandmother,
trembling,
too.

vultures

to the vulture a
terrible fate has
been assigned.
this magnificent bird
misunderstood and
maligned.
this carrion eater
has a huge job
to do,
cleaning up after
all the mes and the
yous.
but man has the most
ignoble distinction
of almost poisoning
this great bird
into extinction.
in this"master plan"
he has allowed disease
to flourish and spread.
when vultures could
be tidying up this
soup instead.
so please everybody
before it is too late,
stand up for these
beautiful birds...
and advocate!

thank you.

painted/poemed 3/10/14

warrior woman

she lives her life
by her own rules
with an open heart
and zero tolerance
for fools!

shall low

she was afraid to go deeper,
she did not want to feel
all the sad spaces and
loneliness
from which she never
really healed.

she waited for them but they never came

she waited for them
but they never came.
day shifted into night.
she was never the same.
she waited and waited.
moon passed in
the sky.
she kept looking up,
why did they not
try.

we wait

we wait and wait until
the army of the kind,
finally touches the cruel
world and
that world
changes
its mind.

getting old

getting old is just
another point of view.
growing

old is
wonderful
with you.

live long love and be loved

live long, love and be loved
every step of the way.
no matter what life
throws out you,
never forget how to play.
let music, joy and whimsy
show you the way,
as you wake up with
gratitude,
for the gift that is
your day.