we watch

we are captains
of this metal ship
we watch the world
sail by.

when you

when you find that the source of all happiness comes from that which unites, not divides, us..when you experience that sense of commonality. which makes us all part of the human community.

when you learn that the blood of the divine runs through us all and that we are all a part of that divinity.

when you are finally free from hate, open to love and learning from those who walk a different path.

when you realize, at last, the these paths all lead to the same place and emanate from the same source.

this is when you really start to live

imp-perfection

imp-perfection

my feathers are ruffled
the few that remain
sometimes i very nervous
my former life was a strain.
i gots some arthritis
i old just like some of you.
but i embrace my new life
and those who embrace it,
too.
beauty is what the heart
tells the eyes,
my humans think i am handsome
(p.s. so do i)
yes i am a bit of a ragamuffin boy,
but critters like us
can bring the most joy..
so when you goes to the shelter
to adopt a new friend.
adopt an imp-perfection
and perhaps start
a trend.

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dogthink

too much talk about politics
and it's all poo
I'd rather just bask in 

the sun...
how about you.

adrift, the blues

set adrift
by the blues
and
the void
that cannot
be filled
by little
minor
moments.

winter reach out

winter reach out
sky
parfait
tree savor
the flavor
of each
brand new
day.

so silently

so silently
i think
i pray
from life's
not so
sweet woes
i run away.
in quiet time
a peaceful spot
oh life and its
forget me knots.

Spring

ah,,,
the sweet taste of
spring.
soon happening.

the child sat

the child sat on
her mother's knee
and asked what
happened to  her
family.
the mother explained
that there used to
be animals here
back in the time
that the sun shined,
clear.
there used to be waters
fresh to swim.
before the world
grew quiet
and grim.
mountains so high
deserts of sands
lush tropical paradises
the child did not understand.
she asked how did it all
end up this way.
her mother answered
life left

when the
people gave up and
turned away.

a second

a second to change
that which was said
that which was done
that which we
dread,
a second to say
the love that never
dared
to escape from
our hearts,
nor

go
anywhere.

the trite the tired

the trite
the tired
the

poorly wired
no place to be
entrenched, entranced
or mired.
or deep in snow...
i do not
know.

a pretty pace

a little step
a pretty pace
a turn to take
not to replace
a moment
missing
a moment
found
in thoughts of
flight
tied to
the
ground.

we want to

we want to run
we want to play
but will we get
a home today.
will you walk by
will you say hi.
if we are shy,
will you still  try.
we just wait
and wait some more.
for someone to open
our cage doors.

the hours pass
it seems like forever
we want a home
it is now or never.
we are bursting with
some much love
to share
will you open your hearts
and homes...
please

someone out
there.

make every day world pangolin day

we are pangolin
endangered,
mystical
magical.
we need you
will you help us
stop others
like you from poaching
and eating us.
we are dying..
will you please keep
trying.

walking garage eagle

i walk fast.
i walk slow.
each step,
sometime
i know
where i
will go.
i cannot go
back,
only foward
avails.
this hard earth before
me
and what life
entails.

little puffs

little puffs
i call your bluff
winter is still here
and i have had
enough.

quietude

we need a moment of quietude
no loud, no nasty,no crude
no rude.
a moment or two of sweet
gentle bliss.
in a world so troubled,
lost
and
amiss.

lovebirds

we share our love,
it is what we have
to give,
there is no better
reason to live

door

open your heartdoor and let love burst in!

valentine

sending hearts and
friendship, peace
and love your way
happy valentine's
every day

today

the past has passed
but our sins live on
for those suffering
in this world we
tread upon.
if we only look back
with a casual glance,
we will relive
evil circumstance.
so what we do
is not to dwell.
but to put create
a little heaven
on this swirling
hell.
and so to honor
those tormented,
mistreated
neglected,
we will work until
ALL life
is respected!!!

time rime

the clock ticks

politricks

twisted,

misted

very sick

we go

we do

we live our

lives

as we want to.

the catch is not

getting caught in

the morass.

time sometimes heals

but it will

always

pass.

ice and snow

a fairyland of ice and snow
glistening palaces
winds that blow.
secrets whispered
in chilly rhyme.
ah that once upon
a time.

with

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when walls

when walls are built
are voices  heard
as they echo their
angry words.
when walls are built
do we stare ahead
at the blankness
with joy
or with silent dread.
when walls are built
that
love cannot penetrate
only hate
will permeate.

solo

in this cold
on this branch
i am so alone
even while my flock
flies above,
and perches
below.

what we love

what we love:

we love life, love, animals, music, kindness, compassion, peace, harmony, trust, faith, camaraderie, caring, sharing. giving. getting.
feeling, touching and being touched; learning, teaching. wonder,
flights fanciful and imaginative, quiet moments, bursts of unbridled joy.

and in that spirit,, there is no room for violence, hate, bigotry, hypocrisy, deceit,and associated self serving deceptions.

your truth is yours, but THE truth is, and will not be denied.

heart froze

if your heart froze

was it the path you chose

words perhaps uttered

from an angry pose.

or an empty space

needing to be filled

better done with language

gentle and chilled.

the ride

if you take your trip
on the love express.
there is
no stop
for

hatred.

that little voice

listen listen
look carefully
that little voice,
rising...
straining to be heard
wishing to be seen,
will be.

winterflower

ice, rain
cold
and snow...
one little flower
refuses to
go.