My Latest

Staccato

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Fits and starts
Push pulls
Inch moved

Obdurate will’s
Feet in cement
Mountain moved

Living in bouts
Bursts of clouds
Silver linings

Arms wide, embracing
No longer akimbo
World’s my oyster

Nothing stirs
Eye of storm
Leaves me cold~

In acceptance mode
Turning fluid I serenely
Go with the punches, flow~

*image is from internet*

Mind

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Mind and heart both
Resonate, resound with love
For my eternal beloved

They have room
For none else
I so believe

Then I see pictures
Of my two grandkids and
Both melt, making room for them

What is it with a grandmother(ly)
Heart?  Silly putty weak as it is
For sinfully dark chocolate candy

It also melts and caves
At sights of nature
Birds, puppies, cats

It swells at sight
Of bravery of armed
Forces, acts of kindness

Mind enjoys great music
Masterpiece paintings
And visual beauty

Heart however melts
At sight of imperfect
Hapless cowed beaten

Everyone has a place
In my heart and then
It dawns, my beloved

Resides in them all
Sunsets and sunrises
Rainbows, thunderstorms

Tornadoes, hurricanes
Tsunamis and floods and
In a fragile centipede, flower~
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Painting is by Henri Rousseau

Doggone !

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Walking length breadth
Of my neighborhood
I met a couple of cute dogs

Amada sat on her porch
With her master with paper
She loves “moving” people

Wearing a plaid jacket
Lying on her haunches
She seemed content, happy

Amanda was another breed
That I met who halted when
She saw me both coming, going

Patch of black on one eye
Light biscuit colored body, she
Shamelessly begs love from everybody

There is something noble
About these animals which draws unlike
Hoity toity cats that inexplicably I so love

All creatures great small belong in life’s
Big scheme but have yet to fathom usefulness
Of common household pest, a pesky water bug/roach!

*image is from google images

My Menagerie

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Some bugaboos
Rattling skeletons
Under bed, closets

Deep rooted fears
implanted by osmosis
nurture’s collateral damage

latent memories
Past lives’ debris
present clutter made, in making

Words percolate churning mind
Frothy meringues congealing, piece de
Resistance: sane, inane, poetical verses~

*image is from internet*

Flowers

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Streets are strewn
With fallen petals
And as I step out
Feel cherished by
~ Nature’s impromptu
Royal treatment, given~

Having come to terms
With my share of karma’s
Allotted lot, I begin, end
Day with zero expectations
Now whatever falls in lap
Is an expected gift, given

There is only win, win these
Days for me, when I arrive daily
With zero ambition, nil expectation
Life all squared away, forgiveness
Sought and above all given, ready
To cross over leaving as I’d arrived ~
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