we walk a year

we walk a year ahead. we look behind.
we touch the grace of each moment.
even when the moment does not
respond in kind.

we pray for better as we
fear for worse.
our steps are our own.
in tandem and verse.

we have choices to make
when the cards seem
not thrown our way.
how we play and receive.
will determine our
days.

so kiss all sadness

goodbye
close the door on
the pains.
make room for the
next part.
of life's sweet
refrains.

never...naught

never thought
never knew
never tried
never grew.

ny botanical gardens

old lang sighed

2014
365 days
52 weeks
my mother's
illness. surgery
and treatment.
my father's
surgeries.
a little
artistic success
and recognition.
my mother's
illness progressing...
little pteribird
dying.
published works.
my father's illnesses
continue.
we adopt mikey.
or rather he
adopted us.
quietly we watch
mom slowly fade
into that place.
the life force that
she was,
gone.
my father continues,
as do his illnesses.
life does what
it does.
i struggle
with these words.
too much too hard
to say
2014 breaking me down
as time sends it away...

sleep eludes

sleep eludes
eyeslids sinking
mind racing.
no finish line
in sight.
sweet dreams wanted.

re view

how bittersweet the years
they pass.
they slip right by.
they never last.
every

second a planet,
each moment a star.
too quickly gone,
so sadly, they are.

dragonfyre part 1...repost

dragonfyre part 1


there was a time when the world was inhabited by men and dragons. together they forged an alliance, based upon mutual trust and respect. the dragons ruled the skies, soaring, playing, searching for caves. they would go on man's land to feed, but only took what man himnself did not need.
man, ruled the earth. he planted, he hunted for food, clothing, shelter. he never lay bare a species of plant or animal, always leaving enough for his winged brethren. he looked to the skies with wonder; dragons flying, birds gliding effortlessly. he did not aim any weaponry at that domain. the sky was not his.

men had settlements scattered everywhere. dragons picked caves close enough to keep a watchful eye, but far enough away for privacy. this alliance was a sound one, but maintained by a sense of sleeping with one eye open. this co-existence proved beneficial to both parties.

the dragons would breathe enough fire to clear land for man to build. the humans would not hunt any wildlife, so the dragons had an ample supply of food. water was bountiful and both species peacefully shared. the earth was green, lush and plentiful, trees growing where trees were meant to grow, hot desert sands in their place, warm languid rainforests flourished.

the dragons surveyed all on this planet. it is said that men would not go anywhere that the dragons had not gone to first. it is also said that the dragons would only take man to places he could live safely, and in harmony, with.

for centuries, the planet and all its inhabitants thrived under this well forged partnership. the garden was never depleted, by man, dragon or mother earth. the earth mother was pleased with her children, and regalled them gentle weather. storms teased but were never torrential.

minus

without you there is a

hole
in the sky.
the ground seems shakier...
life  minus the force
you so strongly emanated.
i sit, even more lost now,
because you can no
longer help me find me.

giffed

  the greatest gift in the world is seeing what the gift of loving can do  

holidazed

holidays times are for joy and reflection,
hoping our errant, spinning world regains
its sense of direction.
that kindness becomes a contagion
spreading throughout the years.
and that our hopes and wishes
do not fall on non-listening
ears.

so while we celebrate all
the beauty
that we see,
we also honor those who
with us,
cannot be.
and pray for those who will
someday take our place.
and hope they inherit a
healthier, happier
space.

namaste.
love and light.
peace-filled days
and blissful
nights.

in moments

in moments quiet
no outside din.
no place to run
so we search
within.

never

never sat alone
on the floor
as she sadly
contemplated
a world where
never ever
lands.

some

imagery, emotions,
the written word, some unspoken...
seen but not implied.
nor verified.
moments encapsulated
in a heartlife without
rules or boundaries...
never really knowing
more than fear and
unknowing,
if and when the
light breaks through.

opposable thumbs

to navigate life's
promontories.
and the abyss
that may follow
opposable thumbs
required.

vagaries

vagaries be gone,
with your cruel,
hard

jones beach

hearted
half injustices
and boldfaced
iniquities.

when rhymes elude

when rhyme eludes
no quiet etudes.

the equation

the equation never settles.
the rules bend with the
tides of those surfing
their life moments.

if life were a set of numbers

if life were a set of numbers
could we subtract
that which is to our
mindeye,
an unpleasant fact.
could we add kindness
where there was
a need.
could we divide our
capacity to love
and send it to
those in need.
perhaps with algebraics
or geometry.
life could attain a more
gentle symmetry.
then a world of
compassion would
multiply.......

in the time

in the time it took
to write this rhyme,
someone took an
uphill climb.
another struggled
to take a hold.
some cower in fear,
some are covered with bold.
another prayed,
while others
were set adrift
in their tears.
such are the prose
and cons
of life
around here.

off staten island birds

healer bird

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you needed a home of your own to live.
although your life was filled with trauma,
you had a world of love to give.
we needed you, to help us heal
and grow.
you think we saved you,
you saved us more than you can
know.
but perhaps there is an inaccuracy in that
last part..
not only are you adorable. you are so very
smart.

for our  little magic mikey macnoblebird king of macaws, just beclaws, and the compleat picklepuss

you help us every day to heal from the losses we have been through year and we thank you....

but please, make nice beaky bites

we are

we are lost in a world
whose rules we did
not make,
and whose games are
often too much
to take.

local loveliness

in the

in the eventuality

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of whatever
happens
at the time.

garage eagle travails

here i sit.
at least this perch
is left to me.
we have lived here
as long as our eyes
could see.
the humans put
grills above some
of the cubbyholes
where we nest.
we struggle to make
do with the rest.
when will humans
learn to share.
when will humans
learn to care.

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do we

do we

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ask those questions
that question what we believe
or is it best to just allow
ourselves the sad freedom
to grieve.

plants do not

plants to do not introspect,
self delude
or genuflect.
plants do not attempt
to analyze.
they exist to live
until they die.

winter beauty