Flower looked upon her friend
Not as weak or old
Her petals fell
But
she could tell
Her faded colors
Were
Kissed by gold
Not as weak or old
Her petals fell
But
she could tell
Her faded colors
Were
Kissed by gold
❤️๐ชถ๐ฆhappy Wednesday ๐ฆ๐ชถ❤️
My logic has ran into a
Bit of a bump
Why do humans call this day
The day of da hump
I looks on the calendar
I don’t see a camel
Perhaps I should ask
Dorothy hamill ⛸️๐
Yeah I skating on thin ice
No sense makes this poem
Just checking to see who awake
And who nobody ๐ง home
Magicmikeycuteasaurus wrecks(anything even vaguely available ๐)๐ฆ and keeper of two humans ❤️๐ชถ๐ฆ๐๐ฝ
I am new here to this feed
Will I be accepted
Or met with greed
I just want to
Make some friends
Perhaps join this flock…
But that depends ❤️๐ฆ
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.
KLK
❤️๐ชถ๐ฆhappy Mondazed ๐ฆ๐ชถ❤️
Here I sits on my mommy shoulder
I gets cuter
But she gets older ๐คญ
Teehee ain’t that funny
How that works
it’s so cool to be a boidie
Eternal cuteness is one
Of the perks
(and dealings with humans
Who are sometimes jerks๐)
Magicmikeycuteasaurus wrecks(clothes, pillows and everything in my path) and keeper of two humans ❤️๐ชถ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐❤️
When the earth mother created this planet,
For man and all creatures
A garden was borne, of her beautiful features
A haven of habitats varied,
Nurtured with care
Embraced by the blue green of the sea
The blue greys of sky and air
The deep browns of the mountains
The harsh desert sands
Icy whitish extremes
Of the vast frozen lands
And now she sits watching
Her world slip away
The animals she cherishes
Nearing their last days.
Please peeps, stand up for your animals brothers.
We are the voices they so desperately need❤️๐๐ผ❤️
There is grace in the sunset
As life winds down
Time for reflection
Introspection
Muted colors replace
All the glitter
Soft tones and silence
Dry the tears
Looking back
Only causes fear
May you dream
Sweet sleepy goodnight
As you close your eyes
Now open to a soft
Inner light
May the glow of nighttime’s
Sweetest kiss
Gently lead you into
A day of sweet bliss
The other pigeons think I’m rude
But I tend to bogart
All the food
So get here fast
Supplies won’t last ๐ฆ๐❤️
๐ผ❤️๐ชถ๐ฆwhen a mommy comes along you must nip it. Will help your beak get strong.. you must nip it . So nip it nip it good๐ผ๐๐ฆ
Bianca seeks not answers
To questions
Nor answers questions
Which cannot be
Known
She looks ahead
Without fear or dread
And that which she is
Shown
In the shadow of you
Larger and perhaps
More traveled
I feel safer too
And perhaps a
Tad
Unraveled
She swept apart the vibrant beads
That opened up to her imagination
She soon found
All around
Incredible sensations
And when it was time
Again to go home
She added these moments
To her ever growing tome
Do you hear the voice tossed in the rain
Crying out lost in pain
Do you reach out to that
Heart, broken
Trying to get through
Who will turn away
When that voice is you
Grey skies above
The blue below
I felt the winds
That long ago
Brushed past
Their fleeting moments
Not built to last
Far more behind
Than up ahead
Do I choose fear
Or perhaps awe,
Instead
What will we see
Will you walk with me
The world before us
Will never
Bore us
If we perceive
And in nature’s grace
Believe
This is my land.
This is where I stand.You are a flower
From the wind
A seed borne by perfection
Into perfection
Each little crease
Or tear
Or fallen petal
Not seen by the eyes
Who look into
Your heart
And see a bud
Forever
Can I hide inside
Your sweet caress
Life is scary more
And sometimes less
But when I cozy
In your arms
Out there perhaps
There is no harm
November is manatee awareness month ❤️
We are manatees,
Mother and child.
Of soft appearance,
And demeanor, mild.
We graze for food,
We do not disturb,
But by boats and humans,
We are more than perturbed.
These waters are ours,
But we will eagerly share.
Please respect our lives,
And show us you care
Thank you ❤️
We are beautiful
We are old
Old is experience
Old is better than gold
Though slower in body
Than we used to be
Our hearts cry out
For your loving
Company
We cannot promise a lot
Of time with you
But we promise a lot
Of love and gratitude
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️