we are captains
of this metal ship
we watch the world
sail by.
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Monday, February 27, 2017
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.
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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Sunday, February 26, 2017
Friday, February 24, 2017
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.
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.
Thursday, February 23, 2017
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
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.
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.
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.
the tired
the
poorly wired
no place to be
entrenched, entranced
or mired.
or deep in snow...
i do not
know.
Monday, February 20, 2017
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.
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.
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.
Saturday, February 18, 2017
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.
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.
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.
Friday, February 17, 2017
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.
no loud, no nasty,no crude
no rude.
a moment or two of sweet
gentle bliss.
in a world so troubled,
lost
and
amiss.
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Monday, February 13, 2017
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!!!
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!!!
Friday, February 10, 2017
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
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.
glistening palaces
winds that blow.
secrets whispered
in chilly rhyme.
ah that once upon
a time.
Monday, February 6, 2017
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.
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.
Saturday, February 4, 2017
Friday, February 3, 2017
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.
feeling, touching and being touched; learning, teaching. wonder,
flights fanciful and imaginative, quiet moments, bursts of unbridled joy.
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.
Thursday, February 2, 2017
that little voice
listen listen
look carefully
that little voice,
rising...
straining to be heard
wishing to be seen,
will be.
look carefully
that little voice,
rising...
straining to be heard
wishing to be seen,
will be.