Sitting pretty on the window sill
Perfect and pleasing to the eye
Facing the rising sun
On a clear blue cloudless sky

Do you dream of open spaces?
Of stretching your arms free
Spreading like the mighty oak -
Or the lofty banyan tree?

Would you your leaves be swept by winds
Your breath carried by rain
Growing in the wilderness
With flowers wild, untamed?

And if I hold you close to me ...
Would I hear your soul cry?
Sitting pretty on a window sill
The perfect potted bonsai

I coloured my world today
my hands smeared in pastels
canary yellows
ripe peaches and cardinal ochres
pink from a flamingo sunrise
a passionate cerise

Splashed
an array of feisty blues
a flamboyant turquoise
a topaz tango
a twinkling periwinkle

Streaked it with
beams of gold
contoured lilac smudges
lavender tipped edges
in custard pineapple floats

Splattered emeralds, toned pistachio
fern greens with swift finger strokes.

Tempered it with
muddy crusty earthy browns
rock coloured sandy mounds
reined in royal purple
the sensual blaze of a flaming sunset
the dark indigo of a gloaming sky
agate drops a few
a silver sliver of a crescent new

I coloured my world
with my eyes
my words
my fingers, hands
my hues
....just the way I wanted to

Keeper of the flame
Instilling values that still matter
Beacon of light
Thanks for fifty years of public service
Reminding us that no felon should serve as President
No person in government should be above the law
Democracy matters and should never change
Ancestors and immigrants who are enjoying tbe dreams and accomplishments their grandchildren and great grandchildren achieve
You showed us what we should do and can do.
The middle class matters and should not be overtaken by the rich and powerful
We need to stay free along with our institutions
Guns and killing children ,educators and people in schools or anywhere must never happen again
Time to be civilized
Women must choose what they do with their bodies not the government
AI can be helpful and solve great problems but must be utilized correctly and positively without any danger lurking
Farewell
Stay Well
President Biden

moment of weakness, of carelessness
a scintillating sparkling spark and then--
"****!"

it all gushes out,
you poke and touch and squeeze
more. more more. addicted.
red brushstrokes in its wake, like Monet
wave the finger around to strangers!!

someone tells you to wash it off
the blood dotting the silver band, the written pages of scribbled font
not the right time, not the right person.
so they say, so they scrub with soap
--i'm taking it all back.

it stings now, doesn't it?
the shame, humiliation mixed in.
can't even twitch without the hissing pain
war veteran or loveless child
lethe, oh, lethe.

brush away the wilted petals from time to time
fine, it only hurts when you remember how
but the scar lingers--will linger.
as a teenager longs for soft eyes,
i do for you.

a wunder flute snapped

like a twig--a hole's universal

holes of air.

frenetic enough for music to

chase out sound, around  a

journeyer carried on the far

side of grazing herds.

poppy-wreathed, sending

himself away to receive what

stays.

as angels that fear to tread

follow behind.

Big beautiful face
Bursting with color
Earth's shining star captured in a flower
spreading smiles in alI directions
Gently waving in the slight summer breeze
With warmth and invitation
To enjoy this moment in the sun