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  Good beautiful morning! It's a very special day today.  Happy Gotcha day to my sweet Sammers who came to live with me 4 years ago today and changed my life forever. He wakes me up each day with a song and gives me kisses throughout the day and at bedtime. We sing and dance each day, he is a born entertainer and loves music, and.he puts a smile on my face 24/7. He is my heart and my world. I love you my baby boy beeper🎶🎵🐦🐦🐦❤️❤️❤️

  Just a Sunday thought and photo for you. As we get older we realize there's nothing more important in this world than those we love whether family, friends or feathered and fur babies. They are the only things that mean anything. Work,and even our passions in life mean nothing without those we love❤️❤️🐦

  twinkle in your eyes music plays your heart and soul a bird song duet...

Photo by  Masha Raymers  from  Pexels prelude to a dream... an anxious awakening occupies the mind  

  Mom and Dad on their wedding Day February 26, 1949. Fresh Memories My memories,  cleaned and polished, Buffed in mosaic patterns, Preserved in a tapestry of wax. Imbued by spiritual cleansing,  They shine like "Waterford" crystal;  As precious as time allows. Translucent yet un-assuming  Reflecting a myriad of colors  Creating a mirrored rainbow. As fresh as sun-dried linen And fragile as antique lace, This afghan of memories woven As warm as the smile on your face,  With fresh memories to hold and embrace.

@Kuumbwa Jazz Santa Cruz My story of meeting Sony Holland at Ghirardelli Square. It was a warm morning in February 2003. I was working at Ghirardelli Square in San Francisco. The plaza was empty and I was sitting in the store reading a book. All of a sudden I hear this jazzy tune playing on the Fountain Plaza. I did not recognize the tune but I loved the melody. A few seconds later I was stunned by what I can only describe as the voice of an angel. The pure, smooth vocals were so engaging that I had to get out there and see who this was filling the square with such beautiful music. I went out, stood by the door and saw this elegantly dressed beautiful blonde in a long black gown and heels singing her heart out in this quiet bare plaza. I was completely mesmerized by her voice and stood there for her entire set without even moving. When I heard "This City Is Mine" which was written and composed by Jerry Holland I fell in love with the song.  I waited until her set was done an

  My prayer. Thank you, God For your gentle whispers Building my faith A knowing that your presence Within my soul Protects me and loves me. Thank you. 

 Lyrics and pic by me ©Joanne Olivieri No Longer Are You Mine Your piercing eyes see through A mirror to my soul Our love , my heart, we grew You were what made me whole I now no longer smile When thoughts of you appear Pleasure, but for a while Fades away, my dear. With lips as sweet as wine You kissed my cares away No longer are you mine Forever and today. Chorus: No longer are you mine Forever and today We simply sip some wine And toast our love away Your soft and gentle touch Soothed my every need I loved you, oh so much Now my heart can only bleed. We shared our every thought Each moment a fantasy Of late we only fought Unforgiving on bended knee. I must now thank you so For the joy you gave to me Seems a lifetime ago Again, I am now free. Chorus: No longer are you mine Forever and today We simply sip some wine And toast our love away

 

 

 

 

 

  For you Sammers My baby boy beeper You brought me hope When I gave up You helped me find myself When I was lost You brought me smiles When I shed tears You gave me life When I felt dead You give me unconditional love When I didn’t love myself And I hope you know You are my heart and soul, My world

  T wilight Years in my twilight years dusk hugging my memories… love amongst the stars

  Together Fulfilled Burning slowly your heart rises filtering through my sensual intricasies. Love pounds within my soul beating nocturnal rhythms joining our senses. Together fulfilled. � Sauvecito Sparkling chimes magical mandolins humming in time strumming in rhythm Timbales click congas pound voices rise softly as the mood calms Our hearts meld in peaceful harmony. � Music Music saturates creative energies whispering sweet stanzas, melodic lyrics, sensual persuasion Touching my body.

Original music and lyrics by Sony and Jerry Holland http://www.sonyholland.com

  white  daisy pirouettes a restless wind whispering freedom

  nonsense senryu boogerliniopoulos chirps, boogerkneedee Note: I have many different nicknames for my cockatiel Sammers and these are included. Only my Sammers and I understand this senryu as we speak our own bird language.

photo courtesy of pixabay dawn debuts divine light morning sunrise in glorious light

  Photo taken at Ocean Beach and digitally enhanced from my Photoscapes Unleashed series. Insomnia My pillow turns hot and cold each night relaying visions every hour on the hour. It argues in nonsensical dreams while I question it's motives, tossing and turning all night. The twilight creeps slowly, methodically searching for prey like a spider hunting in the dark and my pillow is the vessel. The sunrise finally appears and rescues my mind with the soft glow of dawn. And I awaken, tired yet grateful for another day.

  Premonitions? A collection of true stories. by: Joanne Olivieri Website and Links ©Joanne Olivieri 2021 All Rights Reserved Published by Yasou Press This book is dedicated to my friend who has inspired me with his true to life inspiring stories. Thank you Will Mayo for doing what you do. Background It began in 1973. I was 17 and had a dream which resulted in a true to life encounter. Over the years, through the present time I've had many vivid dreams come true in some way since that day in 1973. I don't know exactly if they are premonitions or intuitive feelings but what I do know is that they are never pleasant and always result in a bad situation. The interesting aspect is that I have a terrible memory from day to day but I remember these dreams in vivid detail and the resulting scenario. These are true stories. I tried to remember the dates so as to write them in chronological order so they may not be exact though the years are exact. Enjoy. Unfamiliar Face It was 1973. I