they are human mockingbirds instead of songs, they mimic words nothing pretty, nothing nice nothing new the same old vice always males who want attention spouting nastiness I cannot mention they yell and scream they cry and shout when things go south they sulk and pout let’s make a rule that changes things and tell the pols they all must sing no talk like feathered songsters on my walks tio stib
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she never questioned never paused simply poured her endless love into my life now she sits without her mind and I give back tio stib You might also enjoy: My Dementia Diary; Symphony vs. Stanza
Ego is upset today I wouldn’t let him out to play sometimes he thinks he is the king and disagrees with everything he worships his own point of view scoffs at ideas that are new at his worst he’s quite the boor and then I shove him out the door now locked away inside my mind I hope he will become more kind tio stib You might also enjoy: High on Gratitude; Control Freaking
walking through a cloud of grey the beginning of a quiet day I felt a tickle on my face a soft caress, a moment’s grace and smiled as I was gently kissed by the tender morning mist tio stib You might also enjoy: A Child’s Smile, If
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when my back aches there’s a pill to ease the pain when I start sneezing there’s a pill for allergies but when I’m trapped in urban loneliness when my soul cries out for wildness for freedom screams to be lost in Nature’s oneness back in the immensity of desert silence standing in awe on a mountaintop dancing with waves crashing on a wild beach then I need a wilderness pill a medicine that smells of campfires that tastes of Springtime meadow flowers that reverberates with coyotes howling at the rising moon but my heart knows this easy out can’t begin to feed the hunger it’s time to get out get away time to be on the loose again tio stib You might also enjoy: Sorely Needing Wilderness; Which Mountain to Climb
the grocery clerk who bags my things the coffee man who sometimes sings postman, gardener, neighbors too stopping by with how are you? all the lovely people who lift me on my way their nods, their smiles, their greetings that brighten up each day and as I lay my head to rest my heart full, I must confess my simple life is richly blessed tio stib You might also enjoy: Over the Rainbow; Because Once, I Was Loved by You
open she said holding the spoon in front of the silent face open she said softly looking into the empty eyes the eyes that once so dearly loved her the lips parted the spoon slipped in the food swallowed automatically empty she set the bowl aside gently wiped the mouth the mouth that once had said I love you bending down she ran her fingers through the greying hair inhaled the scent of innocence pressing her lips against her mother’s head she kissed the child she’d never had tio stib You might also enjoy: A Trail of Hearts; A Child’s Smile
it seems the balance between wants and needs has much to do with happiness needs are part of daily life water and air necessities things without which human beings would not survive but then comes the gray zone the in between is love a want or a need? is belonging something we must have or just a comfort for a lonely heart Perhaps these are choices one must make and the answers differ among us but on balance when needs overwhelm wants when survival is paramount to desire when dreams are lost to getting by there is little room left for happiness tio stib You might also enjoy: “The Speed of Love”; “Because Once, I Was Love By You”
I plucked it from among its friends pushed my fingers into the frigid stream felt among the hard, rounded forms blanketing the bottom and wrapped my hand around one that just felt right baking in the summer sun toes dangling tingling in icy water my mind studied the stone taken from its ancient home how many years how many millennia had passed to wear away its imperfections grind down its edges how much time tossed against other stones before all were worn into oneness how long will it take to wear away my ego how much time grinding against life to smooth out arrogant delusions until I am humbled into oneness smiling I toss the time traveler home splash! tio stib You might also enjoy: “If”; Life Journey Poems & Prose
Travels with Tio 