Friday, November 29, 2019

even senior citizens cry

even senior citizens cry
not just because they
are afraid to die.
they cry because they
want to live,
love and be loved
find ways to forgive.
find a path forward
to inner and outer  health
seniors struggle, too
with sense of


We try to find the bluest sky. Sometimes we can, sometimes we cry.

Wednesday, November 27, 2019

so near and




The kingdom of peace is but a heartbeat away




Monday, November 25, 2019

our blessings counted

as tensions mounted
our blessing counted
it is not what we lost
or how much the cost
if is what we found
when we looked around.
holidays can be quite trying and arduous, but they don't have to be. try not to dwell on that which cannot be altered or brought back. focus instead on that which can be created, enhanced or simply appreciated.


learning enlightenment is time well spent.
kindness grows where the heart is sent.

Friday, November 22, 2019

when i need the sun

when i need the sun
when it is dark inside
the sadness comes
no place to hide
i look to what
our earth has given
and by those gifts
and beauty,
healing is driven.

Wednesday, November 20, 2019

beauty there is

beauty there is in the

Monday, November 18, 2019

if ever

if ever i falter
if ever i cry
if ever if ever
i decide not to try
if ever if ever
i turn slowly away
your love brings
me back.
each and every


when it is time
and that time is soon
to fledge and find
a special room
to raise a family
of my own.
how quickly it seems
that i have grown.

Friday, November 15, 2019

the little berry holiday

the little berry holiday
alone with nobody else
to play.
but going to celebrate

Sunlit kiss

The sweet bliss
Of a sunlit kiss.


I feel as safe as can be
With you watching over

2 daze

today is the yesterday that tomorrow has forgotten.


fur belongs on whom it was born,
not by the vain and frivolous,

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

world kindness day

today is world kindness day
i am gonna bite my humans

magic mikey

how i adopted my humans:

landlubber sea anemone

landlubber sea anemone
how do you imagine me?

Monday, November 11, 2019

behind the smile

behind the smile
a heart that beams
far more than that
it seems.

a poem for phoenix

we see you as a growing flower
your grace, beauty and
inner power.
we see your heart opening
to those who care
whatever happened before...
back there, somewhere
we do not see you as a scar collection
we see you as courage most wonderful
we see your soul
and you are


from here your world seems so strange
perhaps even a tad deranged
rushing pushing going too fast
that is not how one makes things
so here i sit as you mill and fuss
if you look around
you could learn
from us.

the garage eagles

The softest cushions

The softest cushions
We rest our hurts
Until we heal
If this is how we

Friday, November 8, 2019

i will be there

for you i will be there
no matter when
or where
and i know it is true
that you will be there
for me,

the little loves

the little loves we share
that touch our hearts
that warm our days
that inhabit our thoughts
the little loves
larger than life it seems
the life sometimes
that is lived


if you choose to park your car
in our garage,
we will regale you with
a poop barrage.

once upon a brick

once upon a brick so cold
i sat
feeling alive and bold.

Thursday, November 7, 2019

sum times

sometimes the world takes on a
blurry hue.
and when it does,
i think of you.

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

blended garage eagle

you can blend in
or perhaps hide,
but  there is no
your beauty,

Tuesday, November 5, 2019

The wolverine

please do not malign the wolverine
he is just trying to stay alive
he is not mean

Monday, November 4, 2019

always time

as busy as our days can be
taking care of ourselves
and our family,
there is always time
for love.


among the yellows and the greens,
little worlds yet to be seen.

Psychedelic broccoli

I woke up
So glad to see
This psychedelic

Sunday, November 3, 2019

We are

We are blessed for each moment the world feels like this.

Friday, November 1, 2019

by clarity

delineated by clarity
crisp clean blues
greyish black hues
dabs of red
white throughout

ticked tock

again the clocks get turned around
whoever thought of this is some
twisted clown
for we insomniacs
just another hour
of toss and turn
welcome to
fall back
some people
never learn.😼


i never understood the need
for twisted and  tangled complexities.


leaves do not grieve
leaves do not deceive
leaves do not deny
leaves do not believe

the streets

as the streets are littered with
leaves that fell
the trees prepare
to do what they
so well.


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I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings