whispers

gentle whispers
little bird toes
walking so softly
against a landscape
of magic and
music.

walls

within these walls of pretty flowers and green,
lives a tiny red heart
yearning for love.

i do not know

there is no way
for me to explain
to you or to
myself.
those things that
pass as confidences,
damaging our health.
no way for me to
comprehend
the craziness
outside.
so in i go
tis time to mend.
a heart that
cannot hide.

her love

the way of her love.
like little white flowers.
dainty, darting
in the winds they
fear.

the flowers inside

the flowers inside you
will always bloom,
if within your heart,
you have enough room.
love to spare,
love to be given,
by love and kindness,
your inner flower,
driven.

lullabide

we will sing to you
sweet lullabies.
so no more sadness
no more cries.
to take all the bad
things that happened
away.
because we love
you more
and more
each day.

in clusters

in clusters
we stand
alone,
together,
united...
as individuals
within a
common
heartbeat.

i hold your heart as little flowers

i hold your heart as little flowers
exquisite to the eye,
delicate to the touch.
soothing

to the
soul.

to bite or not to bite...that is the question

move over shakespeare
i beg your pard.
you may be a poet
but i da bard.
i molts a feather,
i uses it as a pen.
(okay you writes a good
one every now then)
if credit is what you seeks,
i shall name myself
magic mikey shakesbeak!

to bite or not to bites.
that is the question
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avenida

we walk this path
together,
sadly not in unison.
of different gait
are we.
our destinations
in between,
different.
but our arrivals
and last stop,
same.
in this spirit
and the basic
truths it embraces,
why can we not
just walk,
truly,
together.

oldeyetree

oldeyetree,
what have you seen.
what do you see.
what does it mean.
winds and weather,
worlds wafting by.
in silence you sit.
not asking
why.

void

do flowers live inside a void.
they never grow sullen
or annoyed.
they never pout.
or a tantrum throw.
they live as they are
until it is time
to go.

petals fall

petals fall
from even the
brightest of
intentions.

petal loomer

petals of love,
layers of perfection
emanate from a
heartcenter
filled with
the purity
of joy.

the earth, our mother

we  thank the
earth, our mother
for sustaining us.
for giving us a
garden in which
to flourish.

je cours

when words elude
when thought intrude
i run to a place
where the taunts
and torments of
woeville have
neither voice
nor audience.

yes you are gone

yes you are gone.
though my days
seem the same
on the surface
of things.
i go about my
business as
usual.
i do not see you
i cannot touch you.
but you live in
my heart
and i am touched
by you,
forever.

we rise

when life drags us under
we rise.
when pain and sadness
overwhelm
we rise.
when joy is not shared
we rise.
when happiness greets
we rise.

we rise because
we decided too.
this gift of life.
and what with it
we do.

we rise to be better
we rise to be strong
we rise to help others
we rise to belong.

iffin'

if i were
and you were
too
if we were not
what would
we do.

sorry

too late sorry
said.
complications
arose.
from reality and
contrition,
soul and spirit
grows.
walking ones own
path,
bypassing manmade
consequences,
makes better understanding
of the past
and happier
present
tenses.

life is a bushel

life is a bushel
of glad and mad
happy sad
good and
bad.

she wants

she wants to be in the flower.
safe.
tucked in sweet petals of
nectar and nothingness.

is what i see

is what i see
who you really
are.
is what you are
hidden
in shadows
and lore.
are you here
today
or are you living
in the
before.

in gentlespeak

in gentlespeak
soft words,
like pillows
cushion messages
that might otherwise
seem too hard to
absorb.

in the world of never ask

in the world of never ask.
never know takes charge.

mama's hawk

mama's hawk came to visit
most every day.
then mama passed and
she went away.
now she visits with papa
so tired and weak he be.
she reminds him
of mama's company.
and visit she will do
until it is time
to go.
the secrets of earthspirit
that only birds
can know.

dipso factoid

 sadly, we learn most of what we know from life's trials and our own errors

flowerbanner

flowerbanner
winter fall
spring
summer blossoms
love it all.

out standing standing out

love so wanted
said pretty flower
while in envy those
around her glower.
out standing
standing out.
what is all this
jealousy about.

mired in

if mired in what
wheres and whys

you will never
see the hellos
or goodbyes.

the aft of daft

the aft of daft...
when the fore of reason
no longer applies.

sometimes a little batty is a good thing

pretty flowers on your day

the air bristles with excitement
birds sing with glee.
this is the day you would have
reached 90 years.
spring and its beauty
surround but
our hearts filled with
tears.
and yes we miss you
and wish you were here.

happy birthday in heaven, mom

one day at a time rhyme

we take each day
we live with it.
we process and
digest.
we grab onto the
things we like.
and try to forget
the rest.
each second of each
24 hours
a moment not repeated.
although good days
not guaranteed.
we will not be
defeated!

we miss you precious pteribird

a pretty

a pretty thought
wrapped up in
ribbons of lace
and love.
a heart of sweetest
satin.
by velvet moments,
caressed.

narwhals and silver ribbons

narwhals and silver ribbons
playful and pure.
dancing through her
heartmind...
still awake
still in wonder...
ever hopeful,
she dreams.

of moments and memories

of moments and memories,
softened by time.
some wished forgotten,
others celebrated
in rhyme.

the gentle grace

remembering the gentle grace.
the sweet, soft pillow
that beckons.

winter's undoing

Ah spring and the beauty of winter's undoing.

(outside the yoga studio today)

emoti con

the flat little faces
we hide behind
in order to be
visible
in cyberworld.
the emoti conned
we be.

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beakyboy

today i wishes to say...
everyone haves a happy
holiday...
passover, easter or
maybe none of the aboves...
have a joyful weekend...
filled with beakybites
and love.

clucksquawkweet...my cute little boidie feets

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peace, love, nutriberries and beakybites
clucksquawktweet

♥magic mikey macnoblebird king of macaws, just beclaws, part time tenured picklepuss and sir poopalot, the poet clawreate, snugglebuggle to the nth and zen master of all food bowls and water bowls, including those i poops in and conqueror of old man winter and mommycam and mondays and woodstock nation and climber of all things throne including human shoulders aka mikey littletoes and little green papaya and petunia ...petunia???, mommy i a boy..and baby baboonia and fatboy slim and babysbreath birdie♥

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tinder moments

she rambled through her 

tinderland.

nothing real was found

her tinder moments,

notwithstand,

she quickly  turned

around.

seasoned

winter comes
with a new
year in tow.
ice palace beauty,
sometimes snow.
spring arrives
with its pretty
hues.
summer smiles
we smile too.
autumn falls in
as leaves fall too.
mother nature
has four seasons
and so much
to do.

the complexities of the simple

the simple is.
as is the enjoyment
of it.
the complexities lie
in the struggle
for it.

she onced upon

she onced upon a far away
a time of joy and sunny days.
where friendships flourished,
love was always in bloom.
she onced upon,
alone in her room.