Ode to “Princess Kashmir”

Fluffy, puffy

Sweet angel is she.

Purring, purring…until

OW!  She bit me.

 

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(My dearly beloved beautiful princess has the most fascinating personality…)

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Healing Muse (aka Rap P-P-P-Poem)

Sometimes it’s right to bend & give.

Other times it seems good to defend (maybe):

Be strong but not rigid, soft but not smushed.

Love yourself when your buttons are pushed!

The truth is out.  The Muse is in.

If you are lost, remember your friend–

Inside your heart, waiting for you

Just show up and love; she’ll pass you a clue.

A little spontaneous blurb of Truth

Will appear to you while pondering the…

Roof of your head, the wisdom inside:

How to live life with nothing to hide…

C’mon now–Get going!  USE this sweet chance:

Jump up and create.  Sing!  Dance!

Open your heart, spread joy to those friends

Who turn to you when needing a mend.

Look IN here.  Look UP!  Your own love will heal

That wound in your SELF you’re afraid to feel.

Thank goodness, this GIFT! … Bless the Muse in me…

Without her,  I’m simply

………………………. . . .  Asleep in the Dream!

 

(I wrote this poem a few months ago, but I think of it often.  It came to me kind of “all at once” as many of my poems do.  I was thinking about what a gift creativity or “The Muse” is in life and especially in the growth-and-healing process.  She really can help us find BALANCE.  And also remind us that love, especially for one’s self, is the key to whole game…)

Strange Bird-Song…

Some people live with spice and sparkle,

Others more like mouthwash gargle.

In which group do you wish to belong?

Drifting down the drain or high on song?

Live life to its fullest, strive to create.

There’s a gift in you you must open to play.

Get to know yourself—your loves and joys.

These are things you can use

To

Make

Noise.

Shout out to the world—give us your words.

Without your voice …

There’s one less bird.

Expired Jokes of a Dreamer

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Are you willing to be weird if required?

Laugh about jokes that have already expired?

Endeavor to be zany at a time when it’s optional?

If yes, you’re at risk for a life that’s impossible!

Miracles will be had.  Magical treasures, too.

With a Dreamer in your pocket, there’s nothing you can’t do!

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Soggy Dreams

This is a funny little poem I wrote tonight, actually for my other blog (that’s going to be a narrative account of my past 15 months on sabbatical, looking for my next home).  I thought I’d post it over here, too.  Gives a little added texture to my gypsy’s journey…

 

There’s some kind of mysterious

Recipe I’m seeking…

For a magical home

In a dream I’m dreaming….

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Nature and people

And beauty and climate.

Work prospects, culture,

Politics, excitement.

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There are so many elements

I’m trying to consider–

When planning for home

In Hither or Thither…

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I no longer believe

That perfection exists.

Everywhere has compromise;

Reality persists.

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I’m really not sure

Which conditions I’ll choose,

But I must find home soon…

I can sure feel the fuse

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Lit in my heart,

Burning through my body…

“Make a choice now,” it says,

Or your dreams will get soggy.