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Monday, August 31, 2015

Next?



                  Awaiting its turn on the exercise table,
                          it imagines a life of its own,
                 with visions of moves and manipulations 
                             that satiate body and bone.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Dazzled



                          Oh what a magical moment for me:
                         to see such a sight in a sun-soaked sea! 

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Evil eye?



                

 No matter how much we think we're aware,
  there's always an eye watching us somewhere.

Friday, August 28, 2015

So?



                      You didn't think I belonged on this page,
                                you "didn't see me this way";
                         well think again lady, cuz here I am, 
                        and what's more I'm planning to stay!

                                                                                                    (from the Ark)

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Other worlds



                    I love seeing ladies like this in our stores,
                          wearing such colorful gear.
                  Most of us won't see them in their world,
                   I'm glad that they bring their world here.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Cleanup day




                 Oh what a joy when you throw out your junk.
                    and you build up a pile that's obscene;
                     and then the next day it is taken away.
                      and everything's left squeaky clean!

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Touchy



                      We know Nature likes to fool us ,
                     never knowing what mood she is in;
                you look at this quickly you think it is prickly 
                      but  it's soft as a new baby's skin.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Chiief of the peak


                      Is he priding himself on being a winner,
                   or is he just checking his options for dinner?     

                                                                       (art by Michelle Friend)

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Quiet Day

(No, Saturday was mousey day, this one is for Sunday)




                Why do we have to describe things in words,
                             who says it's always our duty?
                     Why can't we say just "no words today,
                              today let's experience Beauty."

R.I.P.



                        Well I didn't want him running 'round,
                                but I hadn't wished him dead;
                         so, in respect, he didn't get trashed,
                                  I just buried him instead.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Benjita

  
                           My little fig tree in the corner
                             is a cute one, though not very big;
                        but it's too bad, (and must make her sad):
                               she can never be mom to a fig.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

A promise



                           Oh what a promising sight I see
                              when my little squash plant 
                                first peeks through to me!

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Minus one


                        Oh poor little birdy, I'm sorry you fell,
                        and its too bad you made such a mess;
              but since you were, I believe, not my favorite breed,
                             at least there is one pigeon less.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Big twig



                    Sometimes some thing that looks like a twig
                         can cast a shadow that's twice as big.

Monday, August 17, 2015

Pour more!



               Remember when rain used to pour from the skies,
                         and change everything we could  see?
                 Shall we see it no more, that illusive downpour?
                           oh well, we can dream, can't we?

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Drop-out


Why can't we all go just like this, 
no grasping, no clinging, no cries,
when we are done, say "thanks for the fun", 
let go with a smile and just fly!
                                

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Sisyphus?


                              I've tried to scoop up the water,
                           now I have to move the rocks too?
                     Well gee, golly, heck, what do they expect,
                                 how much can a wee fellow do?                                                 

                                                                                                                 (art by Teri Roney)
   
                               
    p.s. to comment,- just write your message and then push Publish

Friday, August 14, 2015

New view?



                   What may look to you like some scribblings now
                  in somebody's eye could be "landscape with clouds"

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

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                          Isn't it nice you can always find
                       ways of sharing what's on your mind?

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Momma!!



                 You said  you would meet me on aisle number 2,
                      so here I am, waiting, but where are you?

Monday, August 10, 2015

Why me?


                           Why do you look at me like that?
                                   why must I be the one?
                           I do what I should, I try to be good,
                                 so tell me what have I done??
                                                                                                  
                                                                                                     (art by stone fox)

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Anything!


Of course,  little girl, I'd be happy to help,
                                   I'll do whatever you say,
                          I'll fly to the moon or kiss a baboon,
                                  if you look at me that way.
                                                                                                             (art by Nuala Creed)

Saturday, August 8, 2015

odd pods


             
                  You can work with your paints and your brushes
                     and produce something abstract and odd,
                 but when you are done, you can't beat the fun,
                             of just playing with little pea pods. 

Friday, August 7, 2015

Seeker


        There's a wonderful mood with the sweeps and the swirls,
                           that makes a lighthearted disguise,
                      cuz it's really unreal to feel what we feel,
                       looking into those deep searching eyes.

                                                                                               (art by Abby Wasserman)

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Curvacious


                         If curves are so lithe and seductive,
                         whenever they're painted or penned,
                        it seems to me the lesson should be:
                                  always be ready to bend.

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Watchman



                            They called this a lively region,
                            so I came here to give it a look;
                       but whatever I see hasn't done much for me,
                           might as well go home to my book.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Aging?



                     When most people get to be ninety,
                        they don't even want to be seen;
              while, in others we know, the years never show, 
                        somehow they'll always be queen!

Monday, August 3, 2015

Meanderers


                          Let's give a cheer for the oleander,
                         this is a species that likes to meander;
                     it came from some distant shores, they say,
                     I'm glad it was pleased and decided to stay.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Home


                                Most folks can make homes in most any place,
                but it seems there are some who require greater space.

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Traveler



                    You said when I left the old homestead.
                               I was just a no-good little pup.
                ..but I've spent every day just bumming my way.
                               and look where I've ended up!