may the

may the new year bring to all bountiful love, dreams fulfilled, wishes granted, hope rekindled, moments precious, beautiful memories to carry with you on life's journey...

peace.

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take

we cannot take
all the nasties
put them in
a box
and throw
them away.
though fun that
sounds and makes
for better days.
so we decide
instead
to clean
them out of
our heads,
so we wake
up refreshed
before
we go
to bed.

a new

a year new
to ponder
to fill with hope
to live with joy...

to love,
and
be loved.

if you

if you choose to live
in dreams too large
and unfulfilled,
you life will always
feel too small.

a winter, rose

a winter rose,
embraces the
knowledge
that ephemeral
it is.
with the wisdom
that comes
from grace.

lights alone

alone she stared
at the lights
and dreamed
that things
were not really
as they seemed.

signals mixed or weather as metaphor

sun your warm grace
smiles on my face
for this i linger on.
but winters dread
is inside my head
and soon will
sit upon.
signals mixed
the promise
of spring,
but soon you will
send me
that other
thing.

some

some will stay
some will go
so will understand
some will never know.
some will respond
some with questions
rhetorical.
some will think
nothing planned.
some will live,
categorical.
some will choose
love paths
to follow
others will take
the harsh road.
while those who
love will find joy,
those who hate
will be crushed
under hate's
load.

far

we are never far
from how close
we are.

the haze of summer

the haze of summer
warm memories
etched in winter's
cold.

wrap yourself

wrap yourself in a world of love.
by heartaches never be depleted
look upon each day,
in your own special way,
with your spirit,
undefeated.

parrots for peace repost

parrots for peace.
no war,
no more.
no hate.
for love
we wait.
before it
is too late.

by ego, tripped

and when the shadows come

you watch your light begin
to fade,
do you find yourself marching solo
in your own parade.

the things

the things we fear
the things we try
that which makes us
laugh
or makes us cry.
the moments,
momentous
and those
gone from view.
the me that is we
and the

we
that
is
you.

new

a new year approaches
what will it bring.
some good, some bad
a bit of everything.
the better question to
ask is what we will
bring to it.
peace, love, kindness
and joy?
yes, we
can do it!!!!

gone

i see the silence,
where an empty heart,
once beating,
left its impact
on the world.

maned wolf ballet

we live with grace
upon this space.
a dance of survival
at so fast
a pace.

winter whites

we winter whites linger.
soon snow may appear.
but for now we remain
because we like it here.
so go away blizzards
keep those flakes off
our face.
we got here first
and we claiming
this space...
so there
brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

we ask for magic

we ask for magic
to ease our chagrin.
we cannot see the
magic, out
until we feel
the magic,
within.

wrangles and tangles

wrangles and tangles
turns and twists
hope sometimes dangled
opportunities,
missed.
moments forgotten
some that haunt us still
life in its whirlpools
and whirl it
will.

a world

a world of kindness
that we need
success is measured
by compassion,
not by greed.

if by light

if by light,
lush...
by darkness never
crushed.

the still of red flower

the still of red flower
leaves crisp
and dancing.
a wall of brick
colors,
festoon
for last
moments.

of moments

of moments that linger
long past their prime
of moments to replace
those who have
already stolen
too much time.
of moments that
wonder why
they are still here.
oh so human
our blunders.
and often
too near.

i have seen the flower

i have seen the flower
that is your soul.
hidden in the forest
of defenses
you used
to call home.

when blessed

when blessed we are
to realize
the joy and beauty
that graces our eyes
the eyes within
the heart,
that perceive,
what emanates
as real
and are
never
deceived,

complexi-ties

behind the complexities,
by man, created,
a magnificence of
simplicity,
divine in origin.

roo

what exactly would you do
if you woke up as a kangaroo.
would you find it very hard
to be a marsupial in your
own or someone else's
yard.

going

it is getting harder to remember
jokes slower to arrive
this is as subtle
as a hammer,
pounding.

path

if love were a path
to follow
a street on which
to dwell.
where all could live
in harmony...
only time
will tell.

we are, but

we are,
but
if love were
what drove
the engines
of the world...
what would
we
be.

if life were

if life were a
dream from
which
i did not wish
to rise and shine...
that would be fine.

the sun rises

the sun rises on
those who mourn.
the sun rises
on those who scorn.
the sun rises
on those
loving and whole.

the sun rises on the
hatred
that robs the
haters
of their soul.
the sun rises
on those who cry,
but no longer rises
on those who have
died.
where has gone that innocence
carried in the womb
a heart beating and open
that becomes a tomb.
why do the evil and twisted
prey on anyone they can.
is this what will be the
final legacy of man.

re flex

do you reflect
as you climb.
is your life
more reason
than rhyme.
are you horizontal
in your view.
or does the vertical
get the
better
of
you.