Ain’t Misbehavin’

One day God was looking down at earth and saw all the rascally behavior that was going on…

So He called His angels and sent one to earth for a time.

When the angel returned, he told God, ‘Yes, it is bad on earth; 95% are misbehaving and only 5% are not.

God thought for a moment and said, ‘Maybe I had better send down a second angel to get another opinion.’

So God called another angel and sent her to earth for a time.

When the angel returned she went to God and said, ‘Yes, it’s true. The earth is in decline; 95% are misbehaving, but 5% are being good…’

God was not pleased.

So He decided to e-mail the 5% who were good, because He wanted to encourage them, and give them a little something to help them keep going.

Do you know what the e-mail said?

Okay, I was just wondering, because I didn’t get one either!


Thou shalt NOT misbehave when doing one’s taxes!

$$$ Happy Tax Day $$$



she is the light, she is the warmth
when she wakes the world wakes with her

“yours is the light by which my spirit’s born…”

yet he must go for her to shine

he too is light, but he is cold
when he wakes, the world calms

“…yours is the darkness of my soul’s return”

yet she must go for him to thrive

but before this day can turn to night
she fills the white western sky with fire
as she battles the end of another day without him

from her western prison, she throws her sol-mate kisses on long-fingered shadows
and inflames him with the vision of her fiery tresses caught on the wind
teasing, assaulting, as they reach toward the Bastille in the east where he is captive


while the eastern sky shows no sign of struggle
still blue, he climbs unnoticed, in silence
desperate for a glimpse of her before the god’s
realize they are both awake


he tries desperately to grasp her love
now caught in the branches of the tress that separate them
he, struggling to cast off his gossamer shroud
so she may see the love he yearns to shine on her
so she may know his calming and cooling touch
as he longs to know her passion and feel her fire


she is gone now
he’d always known he would never feel her touch, nor she his
for as long as she was awake, he could not be
and she’d always known his power, his radiance, his true essence
could only thrive where she could not
and it would always be so…


or would it?

as it is had always been
this night too, it was his light that lived
yet he felt warm
he radiated warmth
he was not cold
he was not alone


for he knew her touch
and she knew his
through the power of love
the wonders of time and space
she lived when he lived
and they knew…each other

a rare evening
a lover’s evening
a curse lifted for but a moment
but a moment worth a lifetime

“…you are my sun, my moon, and my stars”

may it always be



We paved paradise…

A beautiful spring day ~ A short stop at the mall ~ An anomaly still ~ But for how long?


Centruies past, humans unseen
When land was lush and air was clean
North to south skeins did fly
They owned the flight paths in the sky

Now wings of steel steal the blue
 Their trumpets whine and cough and spew
Toxic breath and acid tears
That drip from clouds and will for years

Fresh water’s history thanks to the rain
Our manmade link in nature’s chain
And too, no longer on the ground
 Will gaggles thrive on what they’ve found


Not sapphire blues or emerald greens
But concrete grays and blackish sheens
Migrate they will, migrate they must
But afore long it’ll just be dust

This earth below their broad spread wings
 This patchwork now of manmade things
They’ll adapt, to live, they’ll twist the plot



Yes Joni…after all these years…we’re still doing it…


(good to see you all again and thanks for sticking around…xo R)

An Interim Quickie…

A man and his wife were awakened at 3:00 am by a loud pounding on the door.

 The man gets up, goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.

“Not a chance,” says the husband, “it is 3:00 in the morning!”

 He slams the door and returns to bed.

 “Who was that?” asked his wife.

.”Some drunk asking for a push,” he answers.

“Did you help him?” she asks.

 “No, it’s 3 o’clock in the morning and it is bloody pouring rain out there!”

 “Well, you have a short memory,” says his wife.

“Can’t you remember about three months ago when we broke down, and those two guys helped us?

 I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!  “God loves drunk people too you know.”

 The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pounding rain.

He calls out into the dark, “Hello, are you still there?”

 “Yes,” comes back the answer.

 “Do you still need a push?” calls out the husband.

“Yes, please!” comes the reply from the dark.

“Where are you?” asks the husband.

 “Over here on the swing,” replied the drunk.

Be nice to your fellow BirdBrain…we can all use a push now and then.  Now get out there and play in the rain!


I’ll be back…


I’m taking some time for reflection, improvements of mind and body, and then I’ll rejoin the human race.
I hope to see you soon, but for now, I’ll just say…
“I’ll see ya when I see ya”
(I’ll be keeping up with you though, so look for the footprints, they’ll be mine)

One more thing…Sorry…One last thing

One more thing I’ve learned and I think it’s worth a mention…


I’ve learned…Don’t ask the question if you are not ready for the answer

It could turn your world upside down

Those who need me know how to reach me…I treasure you more than you know.

But the WWW and I are finished.

I won’t delete because I’ve learned my lesson there…but I’m done.

Best wishes to all of you

I have loved this and have loved you all