single neighbors

the neighbors wonder
why she's single
not overweight
seemingly happy attitude
the middle aged lady
who most the time
sleeps alone

on occasion
a silver truck comes
and parks overnight
then the lady she bounces around
for a day or two
and then isn't seen
again for awhile

oil monkeys watch
through dark sunglasses
the middle aged lady
as she lets the dogs in
led on a leash
through the back yard
in her back door
lucky dogs

connections

we are all
connected
related
together
in romantic
and not so romantic
directions
reflections
of our own
eyes


he turns
and remembers
another kiss
is never enough
he'd better grab two
we never know who'll
be watching
or who
will be there tomorrow

dreaming a dream

draw me a fantasy lover
a man to make my own
a gentle person to love me
attraction over blown

a mate to savor my presense
who won't leave me alone
whos heart is always with me
wether or not he's at home

I've fine tuned my wifely talents
I cook and massage up a storm
those feminists wouldn't agree
touting independence as regular norm

Hope is the thing with feathers

Poetry by Emily Dickinson:

"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,


And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.


I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me"

Snowflake and Snow Crystal Photographs

Snowflake and Snow Crystal Photographs

No wonder every time snow falls, it looks a little bit different! This is a great site!

hunger

I woke up empty
I think I'm trying to fill
a broken vase
I've a leaky base
I need thicker substance
in order
to recover
from previous injuries

Timing

The moment mr. wrong moved aside, the very moment, I was stunned to find a kind hand reaching out to me. I'm surprised to find myself bound with invisible ties and imaginary restraints. It's been a while since I've even tried to move, unbeknownst to me.

I tried to run
but could not
my legs entangled
with yesterdays
vines I grew
and wrapped myself

I didn't know
weeds in my garden
had gotten so
out of control
pruning & clearing
starts today

I am lucky
another yard
tempted my noxious growth
away
I've only damage control
and not extermination
to deal with

great govt scandals

hahahahaha gotta love our freedom to make fun of the people taking advantage

http://www.sfgate.com/comics/fiore/

I guess this link changes with the day....what I wanted to point out was this
Gonzalez, Watchu and Howe by Mark Fiore archived from Feb 15, check it out......

silver linings

I debated deleting all my honest admissions about the idiot whom I help from time to time. I am only one of many crutches he keeps in the closet and I think I work for God, so if someone comes to me, they must have been sent.

I think I need to identify those sent from the dark side quicker although I always believe they stand another chance to see the light, to which I also believe shines through me via God.

Helping sometimes dims my beacon and I need to be stronger so I may withstand any harsh environment. As I write this, I look out my window to see a winter storm bearing down, blowing frozen bits of moisture furiously towards this white covered ground. They aren't falling, but are being whipped mercilessly, changing directions as the tones who scream through my windowpanes increase and fall in pitch. Snowflakes lucky enough to sail close to my house slow and seem to float with relief as they escape the extreme intensity of this day.

So my house does stand like a shelter for many and in a way I am also protected. Time to recharge and regain my focus. Many good days are heading our way & we all need to be ready.

gotta love that sf gate

this is so funny! what a great collection of lines

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2006/02/14/DDGRLH6M8S1.DTL

I feel so much better!!!!

dirty dogs

So last week I was reading this article

http://www.azcentral.com/offbeat/articles/0210wsj-valentines-privateeyes10-ON.html


Early morning prayers however have delivered me and my spirit is high! Time to go hiking!

valentine tears

it's funny
this isn't one
of my favorite holidays

once
I fell in love
okay
more than once

once
I went back
to find my love
okay
more than once

once
I realized
I was only dreaming
of true love
okay
more than once

once
I pushed myself
to move on
dream new stories
live life today
and tomorrow
okay
more than once

once
I cried
so hard I knew
I could be heard in heaven
this
only takes once

no arguments today
I only seek
solace
love
peace

tight arms
strong relationships
friendships so robust
no interruptions
or interferences
to compromise
pleasure
gifted today