the veracity
and grace of
mother nature's
tenacity.
Monday, June 29, 2020
Saturday, June 27, 2020
Little shy
Her thoughts to herself
Afraid to be
Yet so much to give
Has she.
Friday, June 26, 2020
White caps in the sky
White caps in the sky
I wish that I could fly
Surf among the clouds
She whispered to herself
Aloud
I wish that I could fly
Surf among the clouds
She whispered to herself
Aloud
Thursday, June 25, 2020
Straw hat sunbrero
Sits on his own,
Quite
Contented
Neither caring about,
Nor aware of
This world,
So demented.
Monday, June 22, 2020
crepe paper flower crinkles
kissed by the hand of nature
and covered with
invisible magic
sprinkles
Sunday, June 21, 2020
Reveries
Saturday, June 20, 2020
Friday, June 19, 2020
spamoni
you know the world is reopening when your landline starts once again suffering from a 'spamdemic and it's coming to a mobile near you
Thursday, June 18, 2020
Wednesday, June 17, 2020
You talkin to me
Your foto fiesta,
This sleepy pudgy rodent
Wants to take a
Siesta.
Monday, June 15, 2020
once upon a beakyrime
a beakysnoot with a bird
attached.
the nose appeared,
then
said she, oh my word
what an awesome beakysnoot
but i forgot to make the bird
so back to the drawing board
she went
such a happy time she spent
creating the parrot
claws and toes...
after all there has to be
a life support for that
squawky beakynose
and thus the parrot arrived
here to linger.
aforementioned needed toys
so mother nature invented
the fingers.
my name is magic mikey and this is how i adopted my humans: https://www.facebook.com/karekalbirdiemama/photos/a.146918818672502/840528555978188/?type=3&theater
Sunday, June 14, 2020
Saturday, June 13, 2020
dog eared snailflower
has a story to tell
a saga that only she knows well
so to herself she will keep
it...
this secret never to sell.
Friday, June 12, 2020
Tuesday, June 9, 2020
Broccotree
Broccotree says
It is better to stand
Up straight,
Than be a side dish
On someone’s
Plate.
It is better to stand
Up straight,
Than be a side dish
On someone’s
Plate.
Do we old people dream in our state of old
In dreams my age is not defined
All the trappings of aging,
Left behind.
My soul bared sometimes
Harshly or
Gentle
Reveries of inner life
Often confusingly
Sentimental.
Old faces appear
Unresolved
Problems no longer here
Sometimes solved
Flashes passing in the
Night
As fantasies inner workings
Spread their wings and take flight.
Dreams not hobbled by the state of biology,
Nor controlled by the torments of
Hormonal psychology.
In those moments
We are freed
And whoever we are
Or wish,
We can be.
Sunday, June 7, 2020
Irreverent flower
Going to live an irreverent flower life,
Anyway.
Friday, June 5, 2020
i look upon the chaos
this is a world i do not want to know.
life is simple, loving is what it is allabout.
caring for those in our orbit
not for screaming and shout.
the hate and screed
i do not understand
nor will i try
we should all do our best
before we die.
heal what is hurting
fix what is in need of repair.
humans you can do better,
if you dare.
Thursday, June 4, 2020
Wednesday, June 3, 2020
she dreamed it was reigning purple flowers
under their fragrant blanket
she could last for hours.
reveries pretty
thoughts soft and in verse
not a trace of the angry
or the perverse.
Once upon a time there was a butterfly
who wanted to see how
high she could fly.
up into the air
approaching space
as the people below
looked up,
awe etched on each face.
the whole world watched
and waited with glee
as the butterfly flew
so joyfully
higher and higher
the winged one did
soar,
as those on earth
could not see her anymore
they asked their friends and
neighbors, their families
could she be gone forever
no this cannot be.
the earth herself sighed
a breath so sweet
as all her children
gathered round her feet.
no guns, no fighting,
no partisan citizenry
only people united
in the butterfly's reverie.
and as she returned
from the moons welcoming
face,
the world of people
rejoiced
one loving place.
Monday, June 1, 2020
hands across
hands across
hands across
so many colors
all as one
in peace to
share a
world of
beauty,
everywhere.
hands across
so many colors
all as one
in peace to
share a
world of
beauty,
everywhere.
