It was a bright day—
I was walking down the street
when I saw him.
Headphones on,
a smile resting easy on his face—
as if even the smile
was drawn to him.
He walked past me
like I wasn’t there.
But I froze,
turned back…
and giggled.
Prancing peacock
Taking in the sunshine of dawn,
Prancing peacock
Calling its mate by its honk-squawk,
Its plush plumage makes you look on,
You gaze at it with breath indrawn,
Prancing peacock.
baby rabbit peeks
from her hiding place to see
a world to new eyes
believe in yourself
get motivated because
you can reach your goals
Nowadays, It is easy to make a clone
One day I will receive my own
This has turned into an Orwellian nightmare
most are clones of phones
But living the truth will heal me
The truth, we do not learn
We learn you're good or you're bad
And a 'living' you have to 'Urn'
Add the B for bullcrap & you'll see you'll burn
You are good & expressing Christ consciousness
which is breathing, being, and seeing
We're the truth, just existing
We dive deeper into discernment by listening
Grateful for awareness
They condition us to fear
And they talk nonstop, but you need silence to hear
One day, I'll receive my own
They call it tribe.
Just living will bring me mine
They'll be drawn to my vibe
Time isn't real, so all in perfect timing
One day they'll come, my own, my home.
Silence oozed throughout the forest.
We were in our mushroom house, unaware
That Hummingbird woman was on her way.
She is a mysterious creature of prophecy
Who appears rarely to elves, more often to faeries.
And we definitely have no fairies in this elf house.
Actually, as far as I knew, faeries were make believe.
I had never seen one, and I was eight-years-young.
Hummingbird woman peeked into the window.
I screamed like I had been stung by a killer hornet
Or queen of the bumblebees. My mother slapped me.
You will scare her off! She said. Alas, she had dissipated.
It was the first and last time I ever saw a deity.
After this experience I doubted I ever wanted to see another one.
Trump Were Sighting and Frightening
trump had been sighting
face and body face frightening
struck by lightening
Jim Horn
Rippling pastel, clean clear world ender
Fantasy blue, I can’t look away
That auburn tress, that neck
Moving close hope escapes
My closing throat tries to deny
I see you wore your glasses
I wore mine too
It doesn't matter (a lie) It’s only a cover
The coolest that ever burned
Slowly doubtingly moving ahead
Life will never be the same again
The river is notorious
For filth and trash and slime,
With rumors of dead bodies floating
Once upon a time.
I’ve witnessed homeless people
Dumping urine (maybe worse)
Into water which you’d think
No normal person would immerse.
Yet yesterday I spotted both
A kayak and a boat
Which were following a swimmer
Stroking hard to stay afloat.
Baring skin as white as chalk
(No wetsuit acting as a shield),
She proceeded through the current,
Her emotions well-concealed.
For if she felt some revulsion
Or exuberance or fear
Maybe all her concentration
Helped to make them disappear.
As we watchers on the promenade
Did marvel in our masks
I reflected on how people are
So varied in their tasks.
It’s hard to ask the right questions,
their answers easier made
The hammer cocked, the truth in sight
—through crosshairs query bade
(Radnor Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Poor Rudolph one night hurt his hoof
by landing on somebody’s roof.
I got a good look!
A photo I took,
but lost it! Dang, there goes my proof.
syllables: 8/8/5/5/8
Like magic, it appeared above -
A rainbow in the sky,
Though there are those who could explain
The reasons how and why.
I much prefer believing
It's a little trick of fate
Which, after all the rain has gone,
Is cause to celebrate.
It hung there, vibrant, rich and bright,
With partial double twin.
We couldn't look away and others
Shared our joyful grin.
Yet most were just oblivious,
Their eyes not primed to greet
Such glory painted 'cross the clouds,
A rare (from Nature) treat.
Nestled 'neath an overpass
A homeless guy camps out.
I pass his tent each morning
On my exercising route.
He has a lovely river view
And has no rent to pay,
Although it isn't quite the place
Where I would like to stay.
I rarely see him, but today,
Unfortunate for me,
I caught him as he emptied out
His half-full jug of pee.
If ever you are tempted
To enjoy a river swim,
Heed my advice and find
Another venue for your whim.
This river's reputation
(Not a great one) stays intact
With this daily contribution
From a urinary tract!
The moon, beautiful
bright, and full at nine PM.
By nine twenty, she was gone.
Upstaged by dark clouds,
she gave way, and disappeared;
But oh, she was most stunning
09062017 PS Contest, Moonlight Delight, Russel Sivey, 7P
Saw a pigeon pecking pizza
On a local urban street.
I assume that it was cold, but still,
A tasty bite to eat.
What a mingling of icons
Of the New York City scene –
Most ubiquitous of flyers
And most common of cuisine.
But what would have made me turn my head
And cause me to look twice
Was if there had been a rat or two
To share in that same slice!
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