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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
Saturday, August 29, 2015
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
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
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)
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Friday, August 14, 2015
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
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
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!
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