Friday, October 31, 2014

to poems i run

to poems i run
the written word
that pours forth
from my heart.

those moments

those moments i have
of clarity...
sadness then laughter,
such disparity.

fore and aft

fore and aft
ship to shore
landing gear
but where
ny botanical gardens

ship ahoy

ship ahoy

i pretends i a pirate
as i sails the seas,
so debonair...
i just needs a human on
my shoulder...
and i is soooooo
magic mikey macnoblebird king of macaws, just beclaws

clucksquawktweet ye mateys

our very special little man

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

numbers on a stone

this is the day
that you arrived.
you left our world
an emptier,
sadder place.
but in our hearts
we still see
your vibrant face.
words and numbers
on a stone
are not you.
your life force so
not even death
can undo.
we are still
trying hard to
why a life is born
and then
my beautiful mom
it has to end.
your first words
until your last.
a life well lived
that has left earth
too fast.
who makes these rules.
why does it go this
no answers to be given,
as we cry
each day.

Monday, October 27, 2014

we are never too far

we are never too
ny botanical gardens
from where our
dreams take us,
and our wishes
lead us.

we walk together

we saw it coming
in the distance.
but for this
is never
truly prepared.
and in the sorrow
we feel,
and the process
of healing.
we have each other
and that is our
way of dealing.
warren, david and maryanne in kings point park

all though you are gone

although you are gone.
we feel your light.
the strength of your
yet empty we are
without you.
kings point park


i dreamed sweet words
of mistyfall
muted loving wonders.
two hearts,
kings point park


are we baffled by life's myster-eye
or perhaps we should just live,
and not look
too deep into that which is
not meant to be explained,
just experienced.
kings point park

Sunday, October 26, 2014

i will find pretty colors

i will find pretty colors
i will hear gentle sounds.
i will walk slower and
more lightly
on the ground.
i will be humbled
by all of the
beauty i see.
i will cherish each
as an
ny botanical gardens

the humdrum

the humdrum
the daily routines.
the things that we do
are so much harder
and emptier...
at norman j

Saturday, October 25, 2014

in the haze

in the haze that sometimes
life can be.
in the maze
that serves as
ny botanical gardens

Friday, October 24, 2014

if for a brief moment

if for a brief moment,
i could hold time
in my hand.
i would caress
ny botanical garden
precious second,
each breath that i took
without thinking.
holding on until..
then tenderly kiss

we never know

we never know
what really is,
until what it really
takes its
in june around the corner

his nights

the silence that is
his night,
broken by the
deafening absence
of her.

now one

for decades a life,
as friends, husband
and wife..
now one must go on,

Thursday, October 23, 2014



to those once with us, who no longer remain,

we feel your loss, and it causes pain.

but we know you are in a place of peace,

with others, just like you,

whose troubles have ceased.

your tenure on earth with us never enough,

yes we go on, but at times it is rough.

Karen l Kalmenson

Monday, October 20, 2014


a conceit and an
where is the
humane in
norman j

through wisps and shadows

through wisps and shadows,
her life sinking slowly.
the fire of her spirit,
the desire of her heartbeat.
somewhere in the cavern
of pain and despair.
that young girl that
she was...
lingers in there...

beauty never is a never
as it is always.
ny botanical gardens

around her, gathered

around her,
all those
who knew
her well.
the who
she really was.
past hurts
long ago scattered.
the love they shared...
was all that mattered.
ny botanical gardens

Saturday, October 18, 2014

sweet autumnfall

sweet autumnfall
october scents.
the warmest of
for the coldest
of days,
outside the building

from cornereye

from cornereye,
while walking fast.
i took this picture,
to make it last.
outside the apartment building a la cellphone

Friday, October 17, 2014


we look once.
do we look
upon reflection,
what happens
ny botanical gardens

we bunch

we bunch because
we look alike,
think alike
talk alike.
but nothing
new do we learn.
our cacaphony
ny botanical gardens
of monotony.
ny botanical gardens

to float in space

to float in space
on a flower face.
with universal
and moonbeams
of lace.
ny botanical gardens

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

do you have that resting space

do you have within
a resting space.
a place to go.
that only you
ny botanical gardens

she stood up

she stood up
and looked around.
at worlds of beauty,
magical sights
and sounds.
ny botanical gardens

you were our hothouse flower....for pteribird

you were our hothouse flower.
each breath we labored with
so fragile your every moment.
so precious your little soul.
we miss your sweet presence,
very small yet very large.
your spirit flies in heaven.
and in our hearts still here
on earth.
pteribird's bouquet

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

her last moments

her last moments
though they fade
into a haze of pain
and its avoidance.
her heart, mind and
spirit recollect.
she cherishes and fears.
with courage and
we around her pray.
tears forever
we ask why
what the purpose
Of it all is.
then we think of her.
waiting. struggling
for life's breath to
sustain her.
the answer
ny botanical gardens

Monday, October 13, 2014

she collected her hurts

she collected her hurts
in a little jar.
then drove away quickly
in her car.
forgetting those that
she had hurt on the way.
and so her bitterness
ruled the day.
ny botanical gardens

thoughts and bundles

feelings in bundles,
wrapped up with
a package to ponder.
and so overwrought.
floral park

do you follow

do you follow the path.
do you lead the way.
do you meander alone.
in a world self-designed.
floral park

Saturday, October 11, 2014

little bells

little bells
sing sweetest
some too short
but never too
ny botanical  gardens

she ran to rhyme

she ran to rhyme
to order the disorder.
disrupt the chaos
with the music
of words.
to make sense out
of that which
defined comprehension
a balm to a spirit,
stifled and smothered by
tensions and suspensions.
each letter she typed
every word she formed
a note in cacophonous
ny botanical gardens

on edge of where she never knew

on edge of where she
never knew.
that precipice of terror
she barely clung to.
afraid to look down,
up to far away to see...
so she looked within
to end this misery.
ny botanical gardens

i am a honor of pteribird and magic mikey

i am a parrot,
i cluck i squawk.
i have a will
of my own.
and i do not
always talk.
i eat like a piggy
throwing food all about
in the wild that is what
we do,
so new plants will sprout.
sometimes i am broody,
sometimes i take a nip
or two.
sometimes i want to be alone
sometimes i want to be
with you.
i need a lot of interaction
and exercise...
if left in a dark, dirty cage,
my spirit dies.
i might pluck, i might scream
what else can i do...
if being nice does not get a
reaction from you.
i belong in nature,
though my habitats
are being destroyed.
i am not a decoration
i am not a toy.
i could live a long life
many decades, too
please think very carefully
and decide if parrot
guardianship really
is for you.
or else from place to place
i will go. and never
feel secure.
if you take me home...
please be 10000% sure

thank you

♥magic mikey macnoblebird♥

♥pteri tea rose max a.k.a. pteribird♥

Friday, October 10, 2014

on the surface of periphery

on the surface of periphery
she chose to spend her life.
not wandering too close nor
getting in to deep.
just blithely skating on that
delicate film that both
shelters and deprives
the heart of
ny botanical gardens
feeling each living

though joy

though joy
at times short lived
each second
ny botanical gardens
is a forever

tendrils and blossoms

let tendrils and blossoms
encircle your heart
with fragrance, kindness
and wisdom.

ny botanical gardens

Thursday, October 9, 2014

squ-world too or a squirrel's tail

here is sit
doing what
squirrels do
and now i
stuck posing
for camera
and you.
so i make cute
then it's time
to go...
i have to be
a squirrel,
you know.

little bronx critter


solo sits alone
not knowing
what to do.
do not worry,
little solo...
soon all
the leaves
will look
ny botanical gardens


Blog Archive

About Me

My photo
I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings