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am i ee Sep 2015
rain falls
on parched earth.

fall
a majestic season
quiet and retiring.

year winding
down
to an ending.

no cause for
loud call.

rain falls
gently and
coolly
on dried
fallen leaves.

words need
not be spoken
nor written
for it only
gets in the
way of
knowing
the ONE.

free from
gossiping and
interpreting,
fall
quiet and
deep
keeps quiet
to herself.

true magic
real mystics
only act
for themselves.

devil may care
but sweet mother
nature never
despairs

an unending
cycle
end and
beginning
unknown

why bother
your little mind
with questions
forever unknown.
sleep well, rest deeply in this oh so funny living hell....
am i ee Jan 2016
Maintain always serenity under all conditions and circumstances.

-- Sri Swami Sivananda


Ah, but if only i could?
should i?
would i?
what does spirituality look like when it manifests here?
taking form....must it look calm, peaceful?  stormy times re-pattern a life,
who is to say whether it is good or bad... it simply IS.
am i ee Jan 2016
life flows in
odd and beautiful
ways

the divine moving
through the manifesations
experiencing through
each

time comes when
the wisdom
of the creation
seeks
to alter course

indiiferent to the
play, to the events,
it will however
whisper gently,

"a correction is needed
my little manifested one"

deaf to the subtle
requests and warnings,
the ante is upped,
the impetus for correction
is increased

some hear early
& alter course gently

others learn only
under more difficult,
harder ways,
louder ways

circles of hell
on
earth
we wander
we wander

some caught forever
in a circle
some moving in &
out among them

sometimes with ease
sometimes with much
difficulty

sometimes alone
sometimes with
a multitude of support

the end is the same
the course of life
is corrected,
altered.

whether
here & now,

or some next life,
for death does make
the final correction......

die to yourself now
in this life

the little you...
realize you are
so much more than
this
so much more
than what you
think you are

for you ARE only
what you think
you are....

set yourself free
from the thinking mind
find out Who YOU really are...

Who Am I?
January coming to a close... peace descending.... time to return to solitude and prayer
am i ee Oct 2015
riding like the wind
over desert so ancient
full moon above
three eyes on you

stallions Arabian
strong & powerful
thundering along
away from everyone

chatter & lights
receeding into the dark night
never looking back
leaving everyone

wandering in circles
laughing & leaping
eons of being
lapping at thee

night so long
don't let it ever end....
am i ee Sep 2015
they will call you crazy
in your youth,

but eccentric in your old age,
if you work good at it!


me i'm going for ******* crazy now,
then ******* eccentric later.
how'm i doing so far?
oh ****, it is already later...
am i ee Jan 2016
what is all the ****** energy about?

here in the West
so young
so naive

seems only for
the young
the beautiful

ancient cultures
deep teachings

respect for all
feminine
masculine

why the dichotomy?
why the labels?

why the boxes?

only ends up
with everyone
feeling constricted

unable to be themselves

look within
see your own
prejudices
see your own
judgements

if that is YOU
in different clothes,

how can you
turn your back
on yourself?

let your spirit
soar

let your spirit
be free

you will breathe
again

with deep deep
peace

simply being
yourself

in whatever shape
it appears....

love yourself
love all your other
selves...

they need it too!
if there is ONLY the ONE.... which part of the ONE are YOU????!!!!
am i ee Jan 2016
tinged in soft light
atmosphere
you sit
quietly
high above
the bare naked
trees

waxing and waning
eternally
missing you so

my puppyhead is
up with you
why did she have
to leave so suddenly?

i wish her lightness
dancing on high
racing and running
chasing you around

but this little human heart
feels her loss so acutely
her death stolen from
me by the stalker.

why must humans be
so cruel
so mean

the moon and the stars
the heavens above
looking down upon
these sad little forms
called man
and woman

they cry for the pain
the little forms inflict
isn't there enough
that nature flings

well enough
pondering and
thinking

too much thinking
and you really will be
stinking

crescent moon
high above the trees
your soft light brings
me such sweet peace

tell my puppyhead
i love her so and
always will
that i miss her so
and always will

well tell all my puppyheads
i miss them so
and i eagerly await
the little furry creatures
they are sending me
to **** with my mind
now you all are gone.

i know you are up there
rubbing your little paws
together
plotting and planning
to send me someone
or someones
to REALLY
give me one new
hell of a time.......
am i ee Sep 2015
red moon,
deep & sacred
ancient,
giver of life

rain falling
on the moon
rain falling
on great ape mother

great mother ape
washes beneath
the crimson moon

raindrops flowing
down her massive
shoulders and back
great ape mother

eyes wet with rain
tears from the sky
mixing with
tears from the heart
her heart
so
large
Great Mother Ape
love  that  Great Mother Ape
and worship the Crimson Ape Moon
~*~
am i ee Sep 2015
dear lovely lady or kind sir,

my family has just come in to extreme, monumental good fortune, the likes of which amze the pope himeslrf and lama dolly too.

poor creidt have i thru sad mismanagement of funs, now big banks an capital cfompanies venturees, fail to reply to wll intentioned requestes for baluabel fund.s needed.

however, telegram did jyst arrive, my faimly na me so very very happy.
the sum is 100,000,000,000 dollars US with half more in pounds sterling...
currency calculator on blink... but we think this much scratch.

plesae be soknid if you will ,  i send you MY band account informaiton, then when funds come through you share with me?  you help us please?

sincerallly,
Miss A I r Head
this is based upon actual events.. the young woman was telling a true story, but no one replied.  so she and her hansome Manly Cowboy, with whom she had been happily reunited after a very long separation, whereby he too did strike it rich all on his own, returning home with only his devoted horse Randall and a little secret number tucked under his hat.

Oh yeah, he called her from his far off travels and gave her his bank account number to complete the deal, seeing as how he too was one broke bloke.

but that dear sweet loyal readers, it a story for another day...
enjoy yours, this one, right now, today!
am i ee Sep 2015
“I TOOTED!”
exclaimed,
the little blonde-mop
headed of a lad.
so very proudly,
and
rather quite loudly,

Said with such glee
3-year-old eyes,
open so wide,
open,
and sparkling,
and open,
and,
so wise.

After
remarking
Hmmm, Is that so?
with a growing,
little,
smile.

This did
completely change
my mentality.

Such a cute,
toot,
it
was.

One real cuuuute toooot!
for a darling little fellow in my life for too brief a span.
am i ee Feb 2016
now which circle was i in?
going round & round.

hours, days, weeks, months,
& how did i get out?

& was it really hell?
or just a bit of entertainment?

a mad dip into the insanity
of the insane?

a foray into the land
of the asleep?

mother nature,
staring into the void

deep, dark. black
mysterious

a smile begins to appear
the joke is on who?
am i ee Aug 2015
dark
solitude.

nocturnal creatures,
moon, stars
for company

still air
gentle breaths
summer's last gasps

the night speaks
i listen

in the silence
i can hear
silence & peace...
am i ee Sep 2015
rattlesnake
living in the hot desert
night falls
cool walls

slithers to black asphalt
still hot and warm
from the day in the sun.
am i ee Feb 2016
duality isn't what it seems
the illusion tricking
one

drawing one in
what is real
what is the delusion

pulled back and
forth

how am i to tell?

tears fall
pain sears

is this really it?

nah...

quiet time
spent alone

reality
raises itself

silly silly you
did you really
fall for that

all over again???

don't stop laughing
it is all happening
again & again
am i ee Mar 2016
no little snores in the middle of the night
nor any as i read or write

deafening quiet
no sweet breathing to keep me company

no patter of paws
across the floor

or lapping from bowls of water....

no knocking at the door
in the dark of the night

owl and fox
out back, nocturnal delight

you left me so suddenly
can't believe it is really still true

but you sent me a new
little friend to love just like i did you...
am i ee Jan 2016
if there were
ever to be one
written or
uttered

it would be
'i feel a poem coming on'

or
'she always felt a poem coming on'


but...

when i am dead
and gone

i wish
to be
completely
&
utterly
forgotten.....

a long lost wind
blowing grains
of sand
of dust

scattering
all to the
ten
directions
am i ee Oct 2015
\ih-SPAHY-uhl\
noun
1. the act of spying.
2. the act of keeping watch; observation.

Quotes

The landlord of the house had not withdrawn his eye from this place of espial for five minutes, and Barney had only just returned from making the communication above related, when Fagin, in the course of his evening's business, came into the bar to inquire after some of his young pupils.
-- Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist, 1838
s
Origin
Espial is related to the word espy, which comes from the German word spähen meaning "to spy." The suffix -al forms nouns from verbs, as in the word refusal.
am i ee Sep 2015
"i guess i will just have to accept you
exactly as you are."

once it was said,

they both
were
set free.
am i ee Jan 2016
every day brings
such magic
such disappointment

where did things go
so wrong

energetic shifts
female
male

exhaustion
weighs heavily
waking to
the patriarchal
*******

how weary
i am of
fighting the
status quo

one wonders
why others
opt
to check out
of this manifestation

deep deep eons
of exhaustion

tired of fighting
the contemporary
masculine mindset

tired of
swimming upstream

when did it become
so common to
dismiss
the sacred feminine?

all beings carry
within them
both energies

being guilty of
dismissing my own
feminine energy

i now pay the
karmic debt for
that way

painful after
painful
encounters

chips away at
my soul
the soul
incarnated here

weary is this soul
of interacting with
males
tied to the current
cultural norms in
most societies

while appearing
different
they quickly become
like all the rest

tired am i of
seeing the unlimited
potentional
in these small beings

it steals my energy
it constricts my soul

there HAS to be
another way...

one that reveres the
feminine....
in ALL
am i ee Jan 2016
full and orangy
you sink quickly
as morning comes

don't go so quickly...
i'm sorry i slept

the night is ours
i missed you so many
times

you are my peace
my balm
my love

keep my puppies
happy
till i join you all.....

the sun has
risen

the people crawl
out of their little spaces

the night is mine
just for you & me

oh & the snow truck
& driver from Jamaica
whose truck was stuck
in this snow

three or four hours
he waited for his
buddies to help

such a blizzard this
place did have

seven, lucky 7
trucks were stuck
during the night

drivers waiting
digging them out
with little shovels

feet cold
sox wet

oh the *******
will soon begin

where were you
all you little
warm & asleep
little peeps?

very asleep
whether awake or
asleep

why did you not
bring this man
this cold Island man

a nice big shovel
from your
little little house

some did
& stayed to
dig

& stayed to
watch his
buddy set him free

& stayed to
cheer as he & his
truck

made it back up
the big hill
got a running start

& HURRAY
they made it
ALL the way up!

my moon
high in the sky
soft light
watching all

watching all
go by

i love you moon
i shall see you soon!
love the night, love the moon, love the solitude... love the silence
am i ee Dec 2021
Far, far, away

On a star
light years away,

A little piece waited
for two lovers to meet,

embraced in sweet divine emotion,
the little star piece
set itself free.

Racing to earth across the sky,
lighting a trail as it streaked by.

Landing alight in the midst of this love
its life on this planet,
this planet earth,
stirred.

Never suspecting  that when it broke free,
that it might never find its way back,
back to its home,
back to the rest of its star.

Great velvety black heavens disappearing
with great speed,

By some human need
to be surrounded by light ,
every day,
and all through the night.

Lost in the heavens
when its time
was done.                                  

This little star piece floated free,
floating forever.

For it couldn’t see its star,
it couldn’t find it in the night.

Couldn’t find it,
for all the artificial bright light.

It couldn’t find its home,
so it was destined to roam,

Across the great sky,
All day,
every day.  

And

All night,
every night.
(Many thanks to Mary Adams and her wonderful presentation The Stargazer as a Storyteller, at the IDA 2021 Global Conference for inspiring this poem and sharing her gift of teaching about some of the great human stories.)

International Dark Sky Association. www.darksky.org
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYOMk55OFBQ
am i ee Feb 2016
fear......

gnawing at me
at night,
as i wake
long before
light.

why?!

what is there
to fear?

wandering through
life, watching
fear at every turn.

small wonder
people are
so timid,
so cynical,
so angry,
so afraid.

does a gun
chase it away?

do all the locks
and screenings
keep it at bay?

loud voices,
TV, internet
print, radio
only scream out..
BE AFRAID

schools locked up
tight...

can you keep
fear out?

schooling an entire
generation in
paranoia &
visceral fear

oh how welcome
the drugs become.
bandaids for
imaginary monsters
and goblins
and immigrants.

don't look in.
why, believe
all the spin.

make yourself ill
worrying & hurrying.
running and hiding.

nothing can ever
save you,
nothing can ever
protect you,
but your own
mind,
your very
own perspective.

give into the
fear monger ers,
might as well
give up the fight.

what sort of life
it is to
live with
fear gnawing
at your gut and
heart,

every night
and
every day?
am i ee Apr 2016
delicate small black feather
spotted and dotted in white
you bring such delight

small lightish-grey feather
having come to rest in the gutter
there you are found

an expected surprise this morning,
want to travel along, a little way,
with me?
am i ee Dec 2021
Feline Love in the time of LEDs


“Honey, I’m just not feeling it”.
I said this silently to her, constantly.

“The moon and the stars and the planets
sing to me, an orchestra of nature and
eternal time intertwined.”

“Mother nature directing this divine symphony.”

“These new lights just don’t do it for me.”

Finally she noticed,
the great change in my mood,
feeling something amiss,
something terribly, terribly amiss.

She packed us up,
and into the caravan we went.

Rustic canvas over our heads,
wood burning stove next to our bed.

Ah, finally the life of traveling the paths,
living by the light of the fire,
the gentle descending of the night.

Tuned into mother nature’s time,
soft, peaceful and divine.

We traveled here and traveled there,
over many a year.

Then one night ,
One full harvest moon night,

High on a cliff,
Deep in the night,
Silent and still and cold,

She shed every stitch that covered her frame
And opened her arms to the celestial rain.

Rays from heaven pouring down,  
illuminating her shape,
saturating Earth’s lovely ground.

Dancing about,
surrounded by stars twinkling,
Milky Way flowing,
With not a trace of restraint,

The moon and stars and the night
sang to her soul,
sang to every fiber of her being,
sang to her every bone.

‘You see, Mother Nature knows the cycles that feed the soul.’ I  whispered to her,
in my softly purring voice.

‘This is what I have been trying to tell you for all these years.’

Waking from this trance,
She tapped out a message,
read it aloud,

I QUIT!

I quit designing LEDs and the bright artificial lights
that destroy the glorious night.

I quit this nightmare of a job!
I quit this life of a thief,
this one of stealing the stars!
I quit this very night!

That is,
unless I’m allowed to design the
smart dark-sky friendly lights
that I so love now,
that bring such subtle delight.


She threw her smart phone over the cliff,
this device hurtling down so quick,  
shaking the very earth with each bounce to the ground.

As she stood bare under the moon,
Bare under the stars,
Bare under the planets
And bare to Mars.

For the first time in so many a year,
I jumped up sinuously,
right up,
straight into her arms.

Startled,
she laughed with such joy,
hugging me close,
so close and so near.

My lovely silky fur,
warming her frame,
warming her heart.

Snuggled so close
and snuggled so tight,

I purred once again
out loud on this night,
in absolute delight.

The ground rumbled beneath
the two of us,

shaking and quaking
the earth so near.

The stars up above
twinkled with joy,
at this sight of loving tight.

Dancing overhead,
streaking through across the sky,
celebrating on this night,

one more little human
remembering again,
the magic and mystery,
of the black sparkling night,
spreading out forever above.

We danced together under the
rejoicing stars,
holding each other tight.

My sweet, now smart,
little human
and me.


~ the Feline
am i ee Sep 2015
when it is
my final time,
i make it here
clear.

for my first choice
my wish,
is to go like
all the critters we see,
lying in the woods,
enjoying a last
long, lingering
Final look.

this body
once warm
slipping into
Mother earth
in its very own
time.

second way
i'd like,
is to go like
the
ancient Zoroastrianism
practitioners
did do.

or the monks
high among the
peaks of the
snow covered
Himalyan peaks
of Tibet
once so
Free.

i'll take a hot
firey burning
if that is what you
must do.

mixed in thoroughly,
with those of
my puppyhead
and her magficient
ancestors.

fling these ashes
high overhead,
while the winds
are blowing
strongly along.

hike to the top
a high and lonely
peak,
open the little
baggie of plasticky.

release these ashes,
of us who loved
each other  So,
to ride the winds
forever together,
throughout all of 
eternal time!

but,

i make it here
most perfectly clear,
under no circumstances
are you to be flushing me
down some ubiquitous
suburban
toilet!

for that one i promise,
for this you
may be sure!
i will  long
hang around,
haunting you,
every time you,
poo or ***!

RIP rip rip
inspired by the little tooth lying in the sacred dumpster behind the dentist's office, which is filled with implements of magical modern dentistry!
am i ee Sep 2015
when it is
my final time,
i make it here
clear.

for my first choice
my wish,
is to go like
all the critters we see,
lying in the woods,
enjoying a last
long, lingering
Final look.

this body
once warm
slipping into
Mother earth
in its very own
time.

second way
i'd like,
is to go like
the
ancient Zoroastrianism
practitioners
did do.

or the monks
high among the
peaks of the
snow covered
Himalyan peaks
of Tibet
once so
Free.

i'll take a hot
firey burning
if that is what you
must do.

mixed in thoroughly,
with those of
my puppyhead
and her magficient
ancestors.

fling theses ashes
high overhead,
while the winds
are blowing
strongly along.

hike to the top
a high and lonely
peak,
open the little
baggie of plasticky.

release these ashes,
of us who loved
each other  So,
to ride the winds
forever together,
throughout all of 
eternal time!
changed ending - deleted humor lines.
i really like the way it feels now to me.
peace
am i ee Feb 2016
finding my way back
day by day ...
moment by moment...

but who am i?
what am i?

and
what is there to find
a way back to?
am i ee Sep 2015
standing next to
the darling
short fluffy old lady
sporting loose curls of grey,
a halo surrounding her head.

on an ordinary  
sidewalk
the kind that can
be found
any time
anywhere
any town.


stood a tall dark stranger
a mysterious figure
cloaked in flowing
dark robes
head covered
identity
disguised.

the dark stranger
stood calmly
carrying a
long metal
blade.

the cute little old
lady clutching
her bag
an old handbag
she had had for years.


she turned to this
tall dark robed lad,

and said.

”nice hoodie!”

but you see
that was no ordinary
stranger you find
on the street.

for that
as the grim reaper
standing next to
this granny
so sweet
& sunny.
inspired by a comic...thank you little comic & its artist.
am i ee Jan 2022
stepped out
bare footed

left prints
in falling snow
am i ee Sep 2015
trodding through trees,
Mother Earth
fresh and sweet,
twice this season,
twice so recent.

stumbled upon,
on the floor of the woods,
a pair of perfect wings,
not a feather disturbed.
only the very center,
the body,
not there.

a spine cleaned bare,
remained right there,
next to the
wings
of the penultimate one.

only silent space,
lying between,
each wing,
between  
each one.

oh what mysteries surround,
lying around,
not making a sound.
only for those who wander
and look,
and,
look and,
wander around.
am i ee Sep 2015
i'm gonna get me
a new set of eyeballs
too much readin'
n writin n stuff

can't proofread
worth a dam
gotta go live my life
not set here n write

now i got me's
a little nut
and she writes
not so slow

i ain't much
fer words
likin the
sound of silence
myself

but this little
new nut
she's kinda a
cute little darlin

so with my eyes
whirling in despair
i slog forth
until they can
be repaired.

i gotta get me
a new set
of eyeballs,

one new set of eyeballs
i'm gonna get
me.
hey if anyone can bring in the cowboy accent to make myself with a spelling that reads the way i am hearing it in my head that would be fantastic.

sound like maa self, i am open to suggestion.  i hear it but haven't read much of it, so i know i'm off with the spellings that convey the accent.  thaneee
am i ee Sep 2015
Beautiful green fern,
you took up residence
in the empty planter
out back.

Coming up each spring,
Growing bigger each summer.

Don’t go yet...
Don’t die for the winter!

i am enjoying your lush green
company every day,
too much to be told.

Soothing balm to my eye,
Soothing balm to my soul.
am i ee Mar 2016
sky
blanketed in gray

brings calm, tranquility
peace
am i ee Sep 2015
hey you,
yes you,
the strapping young lad,
with that leaf blower resting
on that shoulder pad.

why don’t you use a rake?
your hearing that blower
soon will take.

what will you do when  
alone in a room,
with that sweet lass,
when she’s moaning
as you are caressing
her beautiful ***?

your hearing so slight,
you can’t quite catch,  
the growing of her subtle delight.

you wouldn’t heed the warning,
now you can't hear her moaning.

now you are left wishing
how much you
should have,
could have,
used that silent broom.

instead of that machine,
that machine of  
your keen hearing’s
final & lasting doom.
yes, more modern suburban hell.
am i ee Sep 2015
i never drank to get drunk
but at times
i got drunk as i drank.

wondering why i drank...
i recall
a friend who never saw 44 at all.

Ft Lauderdale spring break
so pretty and sweet and petite
who could have ever seen
what a few
would eventually do
to you.

at least 3 rehabs
Betty Ford counting among them
you recounted how many
spoke of all the chardonnay
that finally got 'em.

at times i envied your easy life
or so it seemed.
new home,
new sheets and towels
bright white carpet and all.

successful husband
diamond jewelry
art on the wall
mercedes benz
and money too.

no worries about bills
to pay
jobs to get
love to find.

but i liked your VW beetle much better
and your painter's pants on you,
so chic and popular at the time.
your so sweet a nature
honest and true
generous and all.

blonde and adorable
the years took their toll.

i never knew the pain
you were going through,
you never told.

what an education
you did give,
when finally you
revealed
where you had gone,
where you had been.

tales of hidden bottles,
drinking on the sly,
hiding and covering
all of the lies.

the cops couldn't believe,
you could still be alive,
with a blood alcohol level
of 4 point 0.

how we grow strong,
build up the tolerances,
until they amaze and astound
each and even every one of us.

the years and the glasses,
caught up with you,
the first place you begin to bleed,
or so i learned,
when your liver goes  
and starts to harden
and your blood can't flow,
is through your neck and throat.

blood transfusions,
they
helped for awhile,
then one night.........

well one night...
that was all.

a cautionary tale...
for all you college bound...
you never know which one of you will be the one...
who never sees your next sun
the next sun's light.
inspired by Derek Devereaux Smith's 2015 Wine Party.  Derek's piece scratched at an old memory... his is sweet and moving and fraught with possibilities and hope.. and somehow it pulled me into thinking of someone i knew and loved.  in memory of my sweet and beautiful and talented suffering college friend.  you are always remembered & i shall see you ... hmm perhaps fairly soon.
am i ee Sep 2015
hey you,
yeah you!

all you big boys
if you can't keep us with me

*** yourself right back
to your kitchen

fore it sho' nuff
needs one good
scrubbing
fore you
aready
to be out here
playin with ME!
am i ee Sep 2015
the dark hero
from
the deep south

rode up to the
sea shore
stopped
hopped off

and
cried out,
"Hi ** Silver"

jumped back
on
and he
rode away.
to the little silver bike!
am i ee Aug 2015
owl hoots
one lone hoot
dusk

owl hoots
four times
pausing long
between

a lost soul
comes back
to
say
hello
time passes swiftly... 11
am i ee Sep 2015
dear kind reader,

humor is a very personal,
a very individual thing,
so,
i beg your pardon,
i never promised you a rose garden,

if the parlance of the street,
offends your nature so sweet,

i beg your pardon,
i never promised you a rose garden.

but this much i will confess,
funny i find much of this mess.

and i'd rather go to my grave,
with hearty laughter,
milk spilling laughter,
screaming ' yer killin' me!"
than any other way!
am i ee Feb 2016
cold comes
dark falls

i am you
you are me

stars
dark

silence
solitude

you make
me crazy

you that
are me

.........
am i ee May 2022
i love
springtime
rain.

Huge thunderstorm
came through
here
last night.  

Bright flashes of
lightening,
torrential downpour
cascading down.

Raindrops
batterting
Mother Earth's
thirsty ground.


Puppyhead did not
love it
like i.

She took herself
off to her stair.

The thunder booming
and
shaking,

My poor puppyhead
laid trembling there.

Unable to comfort
her,
to make her understand
how wonderful
this storm is.

Perhaps she feels
something
deeper than me?

More power,
more energy
of
that storm
raging there?





I think I feel a poem coming on...
Many thanks this early morn to Lori Jones McCaffery snd her Perfect triolet DOWNPOUR
thought i felt a poem coming on reading hers...
am i ee Jan 2016
a few hours tucked under
Egyptian cotton white sheets
fluffy duvet
and fur coats
doubling as blankets

waking on a cold, cold
winter night
hot tea for warmth
legs tucked under

crossed in prepaation for
silent reflection
for silence

clouds obscuring the
bright stars and
moon's radiant light
of earlier

always a struggle
stay up with the night?
go to bed with the
stuffed animals?

these night's feel
desperately empty
without the soft breath
the soft snores
the soft padding of
little puppyhead

imbibed waaaaay
too much red vino
the other evening
watching Downton Abbey

drowning sorrow?
or simply quaffing
great red wine at the
pace of a thirsty being,
lapping and gulping
quickly and greedily

my guess is the latter
a bulk of drinking issues
stem from the pace of consumption

later that night,
startled awake by
uncomfortable tummy
sensations

crawled onto the deck
and hurled with
great gusto
wine and food

sweet memories flooding
this mind..
reminded of many a night
the sweet puppyheads
did the same

Ah... the sweet freedom
a good throw up brings

the goddesses and gods
taking pity upon
this suffering sad soul
reprised the moment
again later that night

crawling out onto cold
frozen wood
magnificent stars
the vast heaven above
looking down
smiling and laughing
stars twinkling with delight

hurling away
laughing at it so
in the midst,
feeling so close to
my sweet puppyheads
as i did

funny,
the little things
the quirky things
that make us laugh
that bring great
peace to our soul

what a blessing from
heaven to find myself
out in the yard
on all fours
on a gorgeous winter night
feeling so close to those
i miss so

don't ever stop laughing....
and crying....

you'll short your system out
and then you WILL have real
trouble on your hands.....
later the next day... a fox wandered up to the deck and took to eating the *****... my my what hilarious juxtapositions the divine provides... and that was one skinny little mangy fox that came calling.... i did put out some good left over meat later, not partially predigested this time....
even now peals of laughter ring out... still missing my puppyheads but now it is time to wander off ...to wander out into the night.......
am i ee Jan 2016
sunlight waning

good friend gone for today
others afraid of "the man"
the technological oversight

wake up my
fellow beings

you gave it ALL away
don't cry today

NO ONE
NOTHING is
going to
protect you

do it all yourself
be strong
be brave
be resilitant

cry if you may

the divine doesn't give a ****
it is indifferent

this plane operates
under natural law

fang and paw
stop worrying

only the moment
reveals the truth

reveals the ONE

banish the thoughts
they NEVER end

sit and settle
like ***** water
in a clear glass

better yet a pool
deep in the glade
far from the madness

nothing is REAL

only your mind makes
it so

like a sleeping dream

you walk this waking one

so sure it is REAL

take your time and make
sure
what you

THINK
is so.......

really really so...

hey...
WAKE UP


you really are more than
you take yourself to be....

this life
or
100,000
more


YOU will
realize

that

YOU ARE THAT

I AM THAT
am i ee Jan 2016
isn't that ******* over there just me in another dress?

duality
non-duality

yin & yang
the Tao

if everything is
THE ONE

then isn't that
******* just me
looking different?

polar opposites
eternally at play

love hate
weak strong
tall short
female male
soft hard

soft caresses hard knocks
humility huge egos

this field
manifesting
the 10,000 forms

do we get any
choice in them?
in it?
holding all in a space of love and forgivess...
what are these oppressors doing?
what is it meant for?
simply a function of lila?
of the play?

dawn breaks, the sun rises high in the sky,
creatures stir, the insanity of night and moon
abate.....
am i ee Jan 2016
just waking up...
hot cup of coffee...

16 degrees F out ..  -8.99 C....
brisk and invigorating...

the sun's rays beginning to
reach the tops of the bare tree branches...

a wind blows winter across the land...
all is quiet and at peace

a most welcome relief

hello new day...
what will you bring me???
am i ee Sep 2015
racing through the night
fast as light,
toward the great unknown,
the little acorn nut was
reminded of the old adage,
"hang on to your hat"
and so she did.


first stop was to the factory
where well crafted &
educated hands
stroked her smooth grain
& magnificent wood,
so long hidden,
standing so long un-admired.

at last the day came,
she was loaded upon the truck,
so very carefully,
gentle to not mar
nor bump,
as she was moved.

reaching the city,
all the brights lights,
the city trees dotted
the avenues
and huge grand park,
spurning the excited hi's
of this little country
bumpkin.

but she would not dally,
nor carry on, with
the highend bookcases,
chairs, tables and others,
living floor after floor
above the city.
those in the penthouses
holding the works and books,
those rubbing shoulders  
and bums,
with the highfalutin
literary few.
the poets & artists & writers
that deign to look down on
poor you.

every night,
under the light,
she laid there beaming,
her beauty so deep
for all to see,
gleaming.

no diva, nor screeching ingenue,
puffed up egotisical  baffoon,
or shrew,
could bring her down.
for she knew,
that without her,
there could be no show.
for without her,
in all her floor glory,
there simply
would be
no stage!

and the little acorn nut
was glad!
The life of the Little Acorn Nut continues.  See previous piece for background history.
am i ee Feb 2016
late afternoon sun
streaming through the glass door

rays shining on pine needles
and bare tree branches
am i ee Feb 2016
sun falling,
toward setting.

birds singing,
trail friend stops.

owl hoots
reassuring.

looking in,
nothing there.

peace,
always ...
is.
am i ee Feb 2016
zorro   noun:

el zorro
fox, dog fox

la zorra
fox, *****, *****, ******


my friend lent
his
little perra
to me

for the day

she looks like a
little zorra

i would name her
Zorra

if she were mine....

but would someone
who hablos
Espanol
think she might
be a ******????
if you know how to spell speaks in Spanish... please feel free to correct my spelling....do you really spell it hablar?  don't you pronounce it ob-low?
love words and language.... don't you?!
am i ee Sep 2015
tiny twirling yellow leaf
suspended in mid-air,

you bring me down
from
my tirade
about the all the ******* light
from the
neighborhood
houses.

when did so many
become so scared?
or just want to show off
the house
with stupid
landscape lighting?

leaving it on,
all night,
and all day.

3 deer stand up and leap off,
disturbed by our tromping,
bringing a smile to the eye.

walking along,
eyes cast down,
head looks up,
to find a still,
little deer,
looking back.

magical and sweet
chills rise up spine
and heart swells with
wonder.

just for a moment,
no artificial glare.
Begging your pardon to any who do not care for the parlance of the street.
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