Wintersparrows

winter
Sparrows
now

Are we
Our world
Changes,
Not always
Comfortably.

magic mikey happy new year

magic mikey happy new year.

may your beakybites be many
your troubles, few
may you flap your wings with joy,
whatever you do.
may love knock at your door
every day.
may you never forget
to take time to play.
may the next year make all
of your wishes come true.
a happiest of happy new year
to all of you

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year out

the years so quickly
accumulate
yet for the end of
each day,
the minutes await.

it goes for those
of us who pray
or those who
choose another
way.

what will be as the
hourglass spins
the earth on its axis
on storms from
within.

will the mysteries
that follow
the path of unknown.
tears empty hearts
hollow
for sins we atone.

we sit on our haunches
poised for the battle
our questions  not asked
or unanswered
dull sabers, not rattled.

the sun spirits call us
we open our eyes
a new world waits
filled with joy and
surprise.

and in that moment
of clarity sublime
and near
we sit quietly thankful
that we are still here.

in

in thoughtlessness
and
a wealth of stealth
forgetting kindness
and compassion
you only fool yourself!!!

we are aware

animal abuse...we are aware
in a crowd of one million,
there are one million
"ones",
as each one steps up
positive change
has begun

in the prime

in the prime
moments
sublime,
caught between
what i have seen
and what my
heartbeat
answers.

we asked for peace

in quietude
we

asked for peace.
so simple, profound
and perhaps
a thought
that passes
through
the hectic
thoughtless
moments
we
do.

pwrplyd

a velvet mallet well aimed and played is far more effective than random hits.

by cold

by cold,
not weighted down,
but embellished.

icemagination

fingers of ice
reaching
grasping
or just a branch
of frozen water...
by stark reality
or imagination,
clasping,

a ray

a ray of kindness, light and truth
a precious life, embraced.
the sorrow from before
now gone,
the pain gently erased.
the healing touch of love,
profound in
glory and in grace.
tear floods once shed,
now put to bed.
sweet lovelight
in their place.

cherryberry ice

cherryberry ice
had to look twice.

cry not, tears

cry not,
tears
among the
soggy, self absorbed
unfeeling
insurrection.

i ask

i ask of you
to see that
i am who i am
not an extension
of your
misdirection.

world rap

hackers, slackers,
trump supporters
clinton backers
vote stackers
frackers
zombified
snackers.

partisan schmartisan
untruth telling
artisans
hacked emails
too many
wardrobe fails
aplenty

foundation creation
demanding explanation
interests conflicted
airways constricted.
the in crowd shouts
keep everybody else
out.

meanwhile there is war
more and more
on the ground and in
the banks
want a loan...
no thanks.

media socializing
for some, enterprising
money to be made
but no dues to be paid.

while here we sit
in the middle of
this sh*t.

hope

I hope that in my lifetime(I am in the mid 60s) we see a world where kindness prevails and cruelty is relegated to the dusty tomes of history.

yum

ooh the human world is
sometimes good to me
a treat that does
not come from a tree.

alarm

other species fit into their environment and survive

man tries to fit his environment to him, and nobody wins.

who is better?

who is smarter?

the ones who "get it" and live accordingly. the ones who are good at being who they are and what they do.

or the ones who alter all around as they have zero comprehension of their place in the order of things. because lodged somewhere between the ego, hubris and basic ignorance is an animal.

yes, the human animal...just one of many species not THE ONE above the many species.

the alarm is shrieking, there is no snooze button on extinction and destruction.

wake up humans before the eternal sleep you have place on other species offers its pillow to you, too.

we watch over you

We watch over you.
We hurt when you cry.
Whatever the reason
it does not matter why

i remember

i remember not
for what but how

the pretty colors
around your heart
kissed softly
into
mine.

seasons greetings

seasons greetings
to all far and near
spread love and 
good cheer
every day of the year♥

it was so quiet a night
noone on the streets
the moon shined
large and bright
no children were hungry
no animals died
the world was at peace
from heartache,
noone cried
no sounds of gunfire
noone running in fear
man had reached that
much higher
and love landed here
♥

the death of tomorrow

the amazon bungle.

less and less do we venture out to purchase.  everything is at our fingertips then at our doors shortly thereafter.

who can say no to this.

bricks and mortars slowly empty. the people whose livelihoods depend on working at these sites find themselves out of work.  they cannot ride the amazon bungle...they cannot pay their bills.

we see other faces, face to face, less and less.  our fingers guide us into a world of flat screen pretense peppered with the occasional truth. we speak less and are spoken to by emojis and hologramatic witticisms.

neighbors, family and friends...doorbells no longer ring....smartphones ping.

convenient means of quick contact and emotional avoidance.

well, soon enough robots and other assorted machinery will be taking over and performing the intellectual functions once performed by man.  our living companion animals and for some, our children, will be scrapped for metallic faux that do not need to be fed, washed or taken for medical treatment.

the occupations that will be available  to us will be those that serve the machines, that repair and replace, until of course the machines do that too.
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and we will sit, surrounded by the products of our "ingenuity",  that ingenuity now vanished into the realm of memory.  imagination. the staple of a productive and happy life, stripped away and filed under unplanned obsolescence.

mankind enslaved, unable to fend for himself, outsmarted by himself.

who can say no to this.

winter deniers

the winds a chill
the ground hard
and unyielding
the air heaving
with the promise
of winter snow...
we say
no!

i ask

i ask perhaps
not for a reply
i ask because
and i do not
ask
why.

we are the ones...repost

we are the ones

♥we are the ones who
are differently abled
but our hearts are
without a flaw.
we are the ones
without our sight,
our hearing
or perhaps missing
feathers, or
a leg and paw.
we are the ones
who time has
taken
into its bittersweet fold.
we are the ones,
sometimes forsaken.
because we are
not perfect
or we are old.
yet love we do
without conditions
and with a world
of glee,
so will you take us
will you grace us
with your loving, kind
company♥ 

the time, she flies

the time she flies,
on wings unbending
we live we die.
broken hearts need
mending.
words unspoken,
those we cannot
take back
questions never ending.
there is no slack.
regrets too many
denials too few
life's many trials
too much to do.
that which we
choose to remember
with distorted view.
the point where the
truth
gets the
better
of
you.

if lifetimes

if lifetimes were measured
in moments and heartbeats
mine would be forever

yours.

the path to clarity

we walk along
the path to clarity
as obstacles litter
but clutter

not
our hearts,
as clear they see
the moment.

how oft i thought

how oft i thought
about the whens
the wheres and whys
no answers
supplied.
so no more questions
of this kind
will i let  further
addle
my already muddled

mind.
so free to see
the beauty
that
can
be.

we are challenged

we are challenged.
easy is a not a word
meant to be lived
but uttered in hope,
the challenges we face
are made all the more arduous
by the complexities inherent in
the human landscapes.

do we slither, bellies downward
or do we rise.
and not let complacency dictate our
every inaction,
as the moments we are present
melt into the larder
of a lifetime given to us.

we are of this moment
the morrow a twinkle in the
eye of a grander presence.

epistle to thistle

to thistle i write
though why
i cannot say.
you once were
a flower.
and then
flew
away.

clouds they

clouds,
yes they make
us old.
but they cannot
make
us
fold!

in this naked, barren tree

in this naked,
barren tree
we have each
other's
company.

mist...repost

Mist

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.

today we pray for the earth

today we pray,
for the earth,
our mother,
her skies
her seas
her earth
her mountains.
her children that
dwell in all
corners and
spaces.
today, we pray.
with hope
and love
on our
faces.

hints and tones

hints and tones.
when the subtle
is sometimes as
powerful as that
which shouts
out loud.

thank full

we are here to write
here to love
here to work
here to change
here to be
here to feel
here...
and for that we
are thank full!

we hide

we hide who we are,
our feathery soft
vulnerabilities,
behind branches
and brambles,
lost to the sweet
and the sorrows.
experiential filters
do not discern,
so all is left,
unopened.

autumnwall

autumn wall

autumn wall
not spring
at all
nor summer sun
winter not yet
begun.

leavings

when in the once
was of our daily
lives,
the leavings remain.
do we surmise.

the yesterday shadow

the yesterday shadow
lets go not of what was.
as it clouds what
can be.

you might

you might find me

where you lost yourself.
you might find you
not lost
at all.

garageaglespeak

i contemplate
i peruse
i look about
i win
i lose.

trunk

time to throw out
the funk in the trunk
life is too short and
precious
to keep all
that
junk!