time for a tummy rub (illustrator: Nikolaj Djatschenko -)
take time to play
access your creative core
defy doom
practice hope!
be foxy about it!
Take time for a tummy rub…
04 Jan 2019 1 Comment
in Poetry, Take time for a tummy rub... Tags: access your creative core, be foxy about it!, defy doom, Nicolaj Djatschenko, practice hope, Take time for a tummy rub..., take time to play
in His hands…
03 Jan 2019 Leave a comment
in in His hands..., Poetry Tags: He's got the whole world in his hands, hold, in His hands..., love lasts, sign, tell, the iddy biddy baby, youtube
He’s got the whole world in his hands… the iddy biddy baby…..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQJRs5w9h4U
hands sign
hands hold
hands tell
love lasts
Definition #83 Quenby
02 Jan 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry
BIG is better; I’ve always known that
Quenby 1975
Poem for Quenby
New Years Eve 2014
Big girl panties
Carry you to greatness:
The family sees
its independent woman
and wants to be just like you when they grow up.
Big girl capes
Carry you farther than all the ancestors-
Even to the shores of Iceland!
it’s volcanos, starkness, and wool dainties
Big girl feet
Step in places ne’er discovered,
Leave illuminated prints
For cats to follow
For wild fairies to adorn
With moss and loam and musk.
Mom
in the zone
02 Jan 2019 2 Comments
in in the zone, Poetry Tags: Brian Eno, calling me to eternity, faith zones, fire zones, flood zones, grace zones, hope zones, in the Northeast, in the zone, lyrics, music zones, Paul Simon, searching for the light, sleeping in the dark, spirit zones, survival zones, zone of anxiety
zone of anxiety
I’m in the zone
of anxiety
here in the Northeast,
sleeping in the dark
searching for the light
flood zones
fire zones
survival zones
grace zones
faith zones
music zones
hope zones
spirit zones
calling me to
eternity
How Can You Live In The Northeast? «
Lyrics:
We heard the fireworks
Rushed out to watch the sky
Happy-go-lucky, Fourth of July
How can you live in the Northeast?
How can you live in the South?
How can you build on the banks of a river when the floodwater pours
from the mouth?
How can you be a Christian?
How can you be a Jew?
How can you be a Mulsim, a Buddhist, a Hindu?
How can you?
Weak as the winter sun, we enter life on earth
Names and religion come just after date of birth
Then everybody gets a tongue to speak
And everyone hears an inner voice
A day at the end of the week
To wonder and rejoice
If the answer is infinite light,
why do we sleep in the dark?
How can you live in Northeast
? How can you live in the South?
How can you build on the banks of a river
when the floodwater pours from the mouth?
How can you tattoo your body?
Why do you cover your head?
How can you eat from a rice bowl?
The holy man only breaks bread
We watched the fireworks ‘til they were fireflies
Follow a path of stars
Over the endless skies
How can you live in the Northeast?
How can you live in the South?
How can you build on the banks of a river when the floodwater pours
from the mouth?
I’ve been given all I wanted
Only three generations off the boat
I have harvested and I have planted
I am wearing my father’s old coat
© 2006 Words by Paul Simon, Music by Paul Simon and Brian Eno
On the top of the mountain…
01 Jan 2019 Leave a comment
in On the top of the mountain..., Poetry Tags: e-books blink on your screen, huge volumes offer you a seat, little "pocket" books snuggle with you, On the top of the mountain..., other times, other worlds, possibilities, soft cover books bend, sometimes red hair is an aura
sometimes red hair is an aura on the top of a mountain
little “pocket” books that snuggle in to carry with you
soft cover books bent to fit
hard cover books with gold edge pages shimmering
e-books that blink on your screen
huge volumes that offer you a seat
to other worlds, other times…
possibilities
wake-upitty night
31 Dec 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, wake-upitty night Tags: and I get crank-itty, illustrator:J Byron Schachner, sometimes I have a wake-upitty night, wake-upitty night
illustrator: J Byron Schachner
sometimes I have a
wake-upitty night
and
I get crank-itty…
Hidden Pictures
30 Dec 2018 Leave a comment
in hidden pictures, Poetry Tags: hidden pictures, hoot to you, How many animals?, Raven Howell, share their wisdom, sharp beak too, sleeping with an owl, they never look at you, Tiggmanje
How many animals can you find in this illustration by Tiggmanje?
sleeping with an owl?
they never look at you.
hoot to you
or share their wisdom…
sharp beak too!
Your pet animals are waiting for you…
29 Dec 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Your pet animals are waiting for you Tags: a tail wagging, continual show of loyalty, mutually caring, open hearted kisses, patience, recognition, the relationship went 2 ways, to welcome you to heaven, trust, Your pet animals are waiting for you
your pets are waiting to welcome you to heaven
the relationship went 2 ways
mutually caring
a tail wagging
continual show of loyalty
patience
recognition
trust
and open-hearted kisses!
Stepping Out Clothes
28 Dec 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Stepping Out Clothes Tags: a celebration, ankle swishing dress, fabric vestments, friendly folds, from the Marketplace in India, Jeanne love the lightness, procession attire, Stepping Out Clothes
Jeanne lost 50 lbs and loves the lightness
ankle swishing dress
procession attire
friendly folds
fabric vestments:
a celebration!
(from the Marketplace in India)
Moose Ride
27 Dec 2018 Leave a comment
in Moose Ride, Poetry Tags: gently through the night, illustrated by Lucy Campbell, looking at the stars, moose don't need reins, Moose Ride, riders don't need saddles, the ride is like Santa's sled, you fly
illustrated by Lucy Campbell
moose don’t need reins
riders don’t need saddles
the ride is like Santa’s sled
you fly, looking at the stars,
gently, gently, through the night
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 