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am i ee May 2022
Puppyhead leapt,
up
from bed,
to the door she raced.

special high pitched bark
reserved for the fox.

learned did I,
the hard way,
not to open the door.

not to let puppyhead
go racing out,
full speed ahead,
out into the night.

wild and free,
and right straight
after
yet another
wild life.

so we watch,
from behind
closed door,

peering out into
the dark of the night.

shadow moving around,
surveilling the ground,
a white tipped tail
barely visible as past it moves.

mean feel I,
for not opening
that door.

puppyhead barks,
ooks up at my head,
then out to that yard.

"Why can't I be out there
now,
alone with that fox?"

learned I,
the hard way,
puppyhead won't
back down.

neither will the
wild nocturnal creatures,
who visit our den,

during the very dark,
the dark,
of the middle of the night.

so I creep silently
up the stairs,
every so quietly,

so puppyhead
won't hear,
won't want to follow,
won't want to come,
out here with me instead.

open a door,
do I,
a door to a deck.

alone stand I
peering down into the dark,
the dark of the night.

hearing that fox
moving about,
creeping along fence line,

finding a place,
a place of
escape.

almost free,
to continue to roam
through this night,
this dark,
& beautiful night.

she leaps in one
graceful arc,
up and over
high gate.

pads off she goes,
into this night,

roaming along
this solitary creature,

taking such free flight
on this magical night.
12 May 2022 magical visits by nocturnal creatures in surprising twists amidst this life in this modern suburban hell.
am i ee Sep 2015
bathed in the cool light of the moon,
my sweet puppyhead and me,

sit.

under the full soft light, 
her ray’s illuminating the yard,
the woods.

footsteps crunch drying leaves,
fox, deer or foe?

waning canopy,
boughs lighter each day.

fall, majestic, peaceful
dying for another year.

plants and creatures, 
taking refuge in the deep dark void
of mother earth,
of mother nature.

squirreling away tidbits for a late winter snack,
coats blooming, thickening.

such delight, 
each night,
sitting outside,
my puppyhead and me.

quiet and solitary,
no humans 
annoying me.

silent and still
only nocturnal creatures
meandering about.

what magic,
what sacredness.
what mystical delight.
never apart,
only the ONE.

such silly confusion,
thinking a person,
separate and small,
quaking with fear.

the big deep dark mystery
laughing and jovial,
always here,
here for us all.

open your eyes, 
feel your nature,
always here,
never apart.

fearing death
fearing life,
what a silly way to live this
life!

the moment you were born,
you began dying,
what a relief,
knowing the score!

relaxing into the madness,
laughing at it all,
pure and free,
forever more, 
and not……

being,
not being,
eons of reflection,
sages and rishis
revealing the truth,
it can’t be done for you,
only you can become 
that which you are….
that which you always were.

my sweet love, my sweet life,
my puppyhead and me,
sitting here in Fall.
~~~
in Tao, in the One, her darkenss, her mystery
am i ee Sep 2015
Dear kind gentle reader,

just a note to share with you
my wonderful day with you all,
truly the most extraordinary,
and most fun day we’ve seen
in a long while

far surpasses those
those wildly laughing
burning with heat so strong
i could have sworn it was
the time for me to depart
depart the beautiful world & life
for i swore it would not take too
long afore i would be in my grave
for all of the laughin
all that laughin taking
me to my grave

to return to this lovely & blessed tale,

a family of four walked by,
and stop to talk to bark &
talk with puppyhead,
then at me, 

wood wood
wood wood
a lot of that was a goin on

as they wandered on,
we lickety-split got our tether,
tethered together,
we ran out the gate,
to catch  our new found
little fun mates,

two little angels with
eyes so sparkling blue
and curls of honey blond hair,

and one little wild man,
loud and fast
of which nothing was scary,
but himself,
himself of
less than 3

and their large hulking
huge smiling giant of a man,
their wonderful papa

puppyhead and me
Wandered along with
our new friend pals
crissing and crossing
and
crossing and crissing paths

stopped at a magical spot,
hung and slid and swung
so we did
magic ***** and trees as tall
surrounding us all

on our jaunty way back
such happiness was sung

truly a magical day indeed.

as a special magical delight,
puppyhead and me
did discover, the answer to
the mowers and blowers
and beepers

three tinkling voices
chattering along,
mercifully drowned out all
the annoying stuff

dear reader
however, I must confess,
while these little darlings,
have come up with the remedy
to all of the ruckus

i’m a still gonna need
to *** me a new pair of ears
now
along with my new pair of eyes
and now even
more than ever
bless their loud singing
and chattering little hearts


farewell kind readers,
do not fret
for we shall be back
if not yet, then again
almost immediately

blessed blessed night to all….
from
my puppyhead & 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 Sep 2015
when the oh, SO smart phone
writes,

puppyhead barks,

wood! wood!
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 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 Oct 2015
cold rain
beat down

earth softens
bare feet
sinking in
cold wet
weeds
greener than
grass
softer
and natural

fur coats
running along

fox trots by
don't need your
pelt little friend
ones of
your family
living
eternally
watching
having  my back

great blue
heron
takes silent
flight

graceful
& majestic

soaring off

great great blessing....

no 2 leggeds
no beepers
no mowers
no blowers

deep cold mud
a delightful
quagmire
******* me
down
down down
down down
far below
into the ground

left alone
roaming the
night
the early
morn

just us
wee too

puppyhead
& me

SO solitary
SO free
am i ee Sep 2015
hey you!
yeah you!

i say,

i want to create
a collection
called '******* gems'
because of this poem.  

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1400754/sick/

i LOVE that phrase!

so i say,
or said to me,

i shall ask your advice.
kind reader,
will that offend?

... i'm thinking it will,
... so i best not.  
what do YOU think kind reader?
should i?
should i not?  

i guess the requirement
to join the club would be
that the piece must contain
at least
one time,
my favorite
******* word.

so i say!
what do
YOU
say?

OH and just thought
it must be nice
or funny
or nice & funny!

oh and
or
romantic...

no icky works
will be accepted.

read the gem
from which
the collection wishes
to spring.

eagerly awaiting your
replies,
your friend,
i hope,
the big fat bus
with the Big Fat Yellow Bootay.

(oooo... should i edit that to read
with my favorite word in between
Fat & Yellow?)

i bid you adieu,
sweet quiet morning to you,
kind reader...

...have adventures ahead
between now
and next time we meet.

that puppyhead needs her a walkin...
and you are seeing what treasures those net
each morning.

someone somewhere must
brush teeth,
scrape tongue

... ah ****,* i best make this a morning piece
and you kin read it thar,
so here it is.

* and NO, that was not written to mean
and poo!
as part of the morning constitutional.
it was an exclamation...
explaining is exhausting...
from the whole gang MC, BFB with the BFYB, PH, LAN

and seriously,  it is a serious question... do not delay taking pen to paper, i shall read each and every reply!  thank 'e much!
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
almost full moon earlier
lighting the earth
bright soft light
scattering everywhere

so cold that the wooden boards
comprising the deck
crack and snap at each
foot step
merely soxed ones at that
no heavey shoes

waking after several hours
go by
walking out with hot water
in white china cup
boards snap and
their winter song flies out

hating to return to the warmth
of the bed
would rather be out
under the moon
the moon i've missed,
missed so much

the rhythm of the seasons
bears me not in mind
natural changes since
the beginning of time

but wait for me dear moon?

i didn't mean to be away so long,
and now i don't mean to sleep
inside
away from your charm

beautiful moon
beams down,

silly little one
you can't stop the
eternal march
of this imagined time

tears do no good
resigned
to the deep deep
wisdom of this moon

i sit patiently
when i do sit
patiently

under the light,
the subtle rays
of her monthly
delight

a lone star is visible
this last of nocturnal
checks

morning rushes
closer with her
impending light

clouds cover the heavens
it won't be so bright
when the moon and her light
slip away with this waning
night.

it is said
it is predicted
a blizzard on her way
to cast all astray

dear moon
you and i
will sit
and wait

to find out
exactly what form
this storm shall take!

i love you dear moon
my bestest of companions
but for my beloved puppyhead
well....
you two for sure
but, well, then again
there was Pd

we all love you dear moon

you regulate our ******
those of us with ******
and regulate our charms

always
eternally
in harmony
with you
whether we know it

or not!
am i ee Jan 2016
morning coming
owl hoots

in the woods
out back in a tree

first heard
since puppyhead
died

been moving too fast
not stopping to pause

dear owl
how happy it makes
me to hear
your call
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 May 2022
Huge snapping turtle
caught on the stepping stones

puppyhead startled
me, am amazed

prehistoric in shape
adds magic

to this rainy
spring
morning
am i ee Oct 2021
Time flies so quickly,
wasn't it only yesterday i was pecking away?

Poetry flowing through my fingers,
not knowing what i said.

But laughing years later,
re-reading where it led.

Dark nights, cold winter
is coming soon.

A new puppyhead keeps me company
through all the many moons.
reminded of all the wonderful poets i met here before, hoping many of you are still writing and we'll be in touch again.

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