democracy is love shared-given and reciprocated
Who’s in charge? MaMa? PaPa?
Would you trust this woman to Judge?
Who’s voice is first?
Who discerns the rights-commands?
Open Love Supreme!
There is always confusion in Democracy…
30 Aug 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry
listen
30 Aug 2018 1 Comment
in listen, Poetry Tags: aria, art by Ya Ja, hand puppet, listen, try Pavarotti, youtube
Sometimes Boston brings NYC to me…
29 Aug 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Sometimes Boston brings NYC to me... Tags: Ballet in Chelsea, go east, go west, in Boston 2019, NYC, Sometimes Boston brings NYC to me..., the leap of Ailey's Troupe
appearing in Boston 2019
used to go west
to the Ballet in Chelsea, NYC;
now go east
to Boston’s Theaters,
and the leap of Ailey’s Troupe!
Minute Particulars
28 Aug 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Maybe the movements in space will make my orchid bloom again. It’s been four years.
I nurtured and waited 7 years for this orchid to bloom.
Reblogged from today’s Poetry Almanac:
The first of two powerful solar storms hit the Earth on this date in 1859. It became known as the “Carrington Event,” after amateur astronomer Richard Carrington, who witnessed the solar flares through his telescope outside London. When the geomagnetic disturbance reached Earth, telegraph wires began shorting out, shooting streams of fire and igniting telegraph paper in North America and Europe. Compasses were useless because the Earth’s magnetic field had gone haywire. The northern lights were seen as far south as Cuba and Jamaica, and the southern lights — aurora australis — were seen in Santiago, Chile. In some places, the aurora was so bright that birds began chirping in the middle of the night because they thought the sun was rising. The Carrington Event was by far the strongest geomagnetic storm ever recorded:…
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the fabulous four
28 Aug 2018 1 Comment
in Poetry, the fabulous four Tags: and beyond, celebration, fabolous feats, fabulous child athletes, in our fabulous 40's, in the boats, in the hills, made it to 41!, on the bikes, on the lake, the fabulous four
made it to 41! and beyond!
today
was a celebration
of fabulous feats
fabulous child athletes
on the lake
in the hills
in the boats
on the bikes
in our fabulous 40’s!
Owen’s Forty-first Birthday
27 Aug 2018 1 Comment
in Owen's Forty-first Birthday, Poetry Tags: 2018, August 27, children grow, cross streams, on the frontier, on wheels made swift, Owen's Forty-first Birthday, to ride mountains, with papa's pecs
August 27, 2018
on the frontier
children grow
to ride mountains
cross streams
on wheels made swift
with
papa’s pecs!
Frontier Livin’
26 Aug 2018 Leave a comment
in Frontier Livin', Poetry Tags: Frontier Livin', the jumps and landings, the paths to adventure thrive
on the frontier
thrive the paths to adventure:
the jumps and landings
Blue eyed owl
25 Aug 2018 Leave a comment
in blue eyed owl, Poetry Tags: blue eyed owl, conjure good fortune, I've never seen a blue eyed owl, illusions, lives only on the internet...like blue feathers, magic, mystery, Skippy John Jones and the blue-eyed view, these irises were human beforebeing pasted here, wisdon
Skippy John Jones and the blue-eyed view
I’ve never seen a blue-eyed owl…
lives only on the internet… like the blue feathers
these irises were human before being pasted here…
Enjoy the illusions of mystery and magic.
Conjure good fortune and wisdom.
Love this quote
24 Aug 2018 Leave a comment
in Love this quote, Poetry Tags: cat feet, choosing when to capitalize a letter, draws great tongues, fur, inspiring, Love this quote, mixed lettering, the greater part of liberty, the lesser part of liberty, use a minuscule, Walter Koessler
And the lesser part of liberty is the choosing when to capitalize a letter and when to use a minuscule…
Walter Koessler
draws
great tongues
fur
cat feet
and mixed lettering!
( his quotes are inspiring too!)
Who’s angry at the writer?
23 Aug 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Katerina Babanofsky are you out there? I miss you……..
design by Katerina Babanofsky
My family members
get incensed by my
poems, photos, and anecdotes,
used without permission.
What I saw was
extraordinary beauty,
extreme honesty,
divine insight.
The publication
does not bring fame
to me or them.
It is a gallery,
a record of a telling moment.
Just like “Spoon River Anthology”
was a gallery
for Edgar Lee Masters.
The Illinois characters
based on the tombstones
made those town’s people angry too.
Did the best-selling book
make them jealous?
Or were they upset
at the mention of their names?
Was Masters a grave digger?
Am I a property thief?
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 