Robert C. Laird
@robertclaird.bsky.social
May All Beings be Happy & Free. Retired High School & Jr. High English Teacher. 44yrs. Literacy Coach. Mentor. Poet. Yogi. Reiki. Fitness, Nutrition, Active Lifestyle, Health. In beautiful Palm Desert, CA. GymRat. Be your brightest light!
Pinned
A smooth slide
through this city,
Midnight cocktails, winding stale smoke,
Density balancing fraility,
on solemn, brassy truth;
And I hear for awhile
such craving stars pulling notes
from nightscapes unyielding,
Kneading anew their dreams,
and cool,
midnight swagger.
through this city,
Midnight cocktails, winding stale smoke,
Density balancing fraility,
on solemn, brassy truth;
And I hear for awhile
such craving stars pulling notes
from nightscapes unyielding,
Kneading anew their dreams,
and cool,
midnight swagger.
Reposted by Robert C. Laird
@vital-elevation.bsky.social I really appreciate this message on your Bio. First I've seen like it.
February 2, 2025 at 6:58 AM
@vital-elevation.bsky.social I really appreciate this message on your Bio. First I've seen like it.
Reposted by Robert C. Laird
February 2, 2025 at 6:19 AM
Reposted by Robert C. Laird
Up they drift,
like the joy in a song,
Notes, like wishes,
blending peace,
moonbeams,
stillness in breathing,
and up,
through the night to the moon,
where a breeze
exhales stars to Heaven,
and our dreams,
in new music,
return
as silence,
We sleep.
like the joy in a song,
Notes, like wishes,
blending peace,
moonbeams,
stillness in breathing,
and up,
through the night to the moon,
where a breeze
exhales stars to Heaven,
and our dreams,
in new music,
return
as silence,
We sleep.
November 9, 2024 at 1:55 AM
Up they drift,
like the joy in a song,
Notes, like wishes,
blending peace,
moonbeams,
stillness in breathing,
and up,
through the night to the moon,
where a breeze
exhales stars to Heaven,
and our dreams,
in new music,
return
as silence,
We sleep.
like the joy in a song,
Notes, like wishes,
blending peace,
moonbeams,
stillness in breathing,
and up,
through the night to the moon,
where a breeze
exhales stars to Heaven,
and our dreams,
in new music,
return
as silence,
We sleep.
Reposted by Robert C. Laird
my jacoranda canopy
a fairway to memory and melody
with endless limbs to climb,
and August mornings forever,
atop a purpled sidewalk
paved in sunshine and shadow,
our wee yellow house,
its corner windows peeking
at robins and roses,
and scented lavender clouds
our songs
in the sky
a fairway to memory and melody
with endless limbs to climb,
and August mornings forever,
atop a purpled sidewalk
paved in sunshine and shadow,
our wee yellow house,
its corner windows peeking
at robins and roses,
and scented lavender clouds
our songs
in the sky
November 22, 2024 at 9:55 PM
my jacoranda canopy
a fairway to memory and melody
with endless limbs to climb,
and August mornings forever,
atop a purpled sidewalk
paved in sunshine and shadow,
our wee yellow house,
its corner windows peeking
at robins and roses,
and scented lavender clouds
our songs
in the sky
a fairway to memory and melody
with endless limbs to climb,
and August mornings forever,
atop a purpled sidewalk
paved in sunshine and shadow,
our wee yellow house,
its corner windows peeking
at robins and roses,
and scented lavender clouds
our songs
in the sky
echoes, these echoes,
February solitude,
my frigid, gray heart
February solitude,
my frigid, gray heart
January 28, 2025 at 9:32 PM
echoes, these echoes,
February solitude,
my frigid, gray heart
February solitude,
my frigid, gray heart
Reposted by Robert C. Laird
LuLu C Laird just wanted y'all to know she's now on Blue Sky, too. Enough of that other nonsense! And, as usual, she's ready to travel!!!
November 27, 2024 at 8:09 PM
LuLu C Laird just wanted y'all to know she's now on Blue Sky, too. Enough of that other nonsense! And, as usual, she's ready to travel!!!
Reposted by Robert C. Laird
January fugue
wan, brittle bones bemoan her
aloof, snowbound moon.
wan, brittle bones bemoan her
aloof, snowbound moon.
November 26, 2024 at 7:35 AM
January fugue
wan, brittle bones bemoan her
aloof, snowbound moon.
wan, brittle bones bemoan her
aloof, snowbound moon.
dress rehearsal
another day,
spotless mirror,
promising new scenario,
players, cues,
script afresh,
prologue memorized
impeccably,
lines, wardrobe, setting, make up,
vibrant lighting,
and this whirlwind collapses,
without an audience,
a silent screenplay
an empty theatre,
no applause
another day,
spotless mirror,
promising new scenario,
players, cues,
script afresh,
prologue memorized
impeccably,
lines, wardrobe, setting, make up,
vibrant lighting,
and this whirlwind collapses,
without an audience,
a silent screenplay
an empty theatre,
no applause
December 27, 2024 at 3:16 AM
dress rehearsal
another day,
spotless mirror,
promising new scenario,
players, cues,
script afresh,
prologue memorized
impeccably,
lines, wardrobe, setting, make up,
vibrant lighting,
and this whirlwind collapses,
without an audience,
a silent screenplay
an empty theatre,
no applause
another day,
spotless mirror,
promising new scenario,
players, cues,
script afresh,
prologue memorized
impeccably,
lines, wardrobe, setting, make up,
vibrant lighting,
and this whirlwind collapses,
without an audience,
a silent screenplay
an empty theatre,
no applause
I remember you,
crimson shoreline,
September,
I imagine you,
as forever you will be.
Imagine me,
an autumn wind,
returning waves.
crimson shoreline,
September,
I imagine you,
as forever you will be.
Imagine me,
an autumn wind,
returning waves.
December 27, 2024 at 2:52 AM
I remember you,
crimson shoreline,
September,
I imagine you,
as forever you will be.
Imagine me,
an autumn wind,
returning waves.
crimson shoreline,
September,
I imagine you,
as forever you will be.
Imagine me,
an autumn wind,
returning waves.
upon
this most royal
lily pad
one paisley fellow
reclines in song,
watching tangerine ripplets,
those practiced secrets
among silent swimmers,
as they press their lips
to dreams on the moon
regal and pure
his music,
fit for Heaven,
rising through
his crown of stars.
this most royal
lily pad
one paisley fellow
reclines in song,
watching tangerine ripplets,
those practiced secrets
among silent swimmers,
as they press their lips
to dreams on the moon
regal and pure
his music,
fit for Heaven,
rising through
his crown of stars.
December 27, 2024 at 2:45 AM
upon
this most royal
lily pad
one paisley fellow
reclines in song,
watching tangerine ripplets,
those practiced secrets
among silent swimmers,
as they press their lips
to dreams on the moon
regal and pure
his music,
fit for Heaven,
rising through
his crown of stars.
this most royal
lily pad
one paisley fellow
reclines in song,
watching tangerine ripplets,
those practiced secrets
among silent swimmers,
as they press their lips
to dreams on the moon
regal and pure
his music,
fit for Heaven,
rising through
his crown of stars.
Reposted by Robert C. Laird
A smooth slide
through this city,
Midnight cocktails, winding stale smoke,
Density balancing fraility,
on solemn, brassy truth;
And I hear for awhile
such craving stars pulling notes
from nightscapes unyielding,
Kneading anew their dreams,
and cool,
midnight swagger.
through this city,
Midnight cocktails, winding stale smoke,
Density balancing fraility,
on solemn, brassy truth;
And I hear for awhile
such craving stars pulling notes
from nightscapes unyielding,
Kneading anew their dreams,
and cool,
midnight swagger.
November 9, 2024 at 1:41 AM
A smooth slide
through this city,
Midnight cocktails, winding stale smoke,
Density balancing fraility,
on solemn, brassy truth;
And I hear for awhile
such craving stars pulling notes
from nightscapes unyielding,
Kneading anew their dreams,
and cool,
midnight swagger.
through this city,
Midnight cocktails, winding stale smoke,
Density balancing fraility,
on solemn, brassy truth;
And I hear for awhile
such craving stars pulling notes
from nightscapes unyielding,
Kneading anew their dreams,
and cool,
midnight swagger.
Greetings to all of you wonderful Blue Sky friends! Please be patient, I am following all! Let me know if I've missed you; I'm keeping up every day! Have a beautiful week!
December 8, 2024 at 9:58 PM
Greetings to all of you wonderful Blue Sky friends! Please be patient, I am following all! Let me know if I've missed you; I'm keeping up every day! Have a beautiful week!
my youthful overlook,
once those icy mornings,
ephemeral moments,
my starry eyes of fleeting day,
through skybound vistas
of timeless freedom,
ageless wings,
gather now as distant hues
waiting fog,
horizons thinning
and clouds insincere,
encircling
these patient shadows
and memories
so dim.
once those icy mornings,
ephemeral moments,
my starry eyes of fleeting day,
through skybound vistas
of timeless freedom,
ageless wings,
gather now as distant hues
waiting fog,
horizons thinning
and clouds insincere,
encircling
these patient shadows
and memories
so dim.
December 3, 2024 at 3:37 AM
my youthful overlook,
once those icy mornings,
ephemeral moments,
my starry eyes of fleeting day,
through skybound vistas
of timeless freedom,
ageless wings,
gather now as distant hues
waiting fog,
horizons thinning
and clouds insincere,
encircling
these patient shadows
and memories
so dim.
once those icy mornings,
ephemeral moments,
my starry eyes of fleeting day,
through skybound vistas
of timeless freedom,
ageless wings,
gather now as distant hues
waiting fog,
horizons thinning
and clouds insincere,
encircling
these patient shadows
and memories
so dim.
In her golden years,
Bossie
was all about the surf;
the turf
not so much.
Her joyous mantra:
"Cowabunga!"
Bossie
was all about the surf;
the turf
not so much.
Her joyous mantra:
"Cowabunga!"
December 3, 2024 at 2:30 AM
In her golden years,
Bossie
was all about the surf;
the turf
not so much.
Her joyous mantra:
"Cowabunga!"
Bossie
was all about the surf;
the turf
not so much.
Her joyous mantra:
"Cowabunga!"
My nightscape sojurn
Avast, her moon's a' callin'
Aye, fairwinds to thee!
Avast, her moon's a' callin'
Aye, fairwinds to thee!
December 3, 2024 at 2:25 AM
My nightscape sojurn
Avast, her moon's a' callin'
Aye, fairwinds to thee!
Avast, her moon's a' callin'
Aye, fairwinds to thee!
29 -vs- 69... who knew?
November 29, 2024 at 11:23 AM
29 -vs- 69... who knew?
Reposted by Robert C. Laird
this lyric of angels,
an emerald stanza,
indigo refrain,
a midnight watercolor choir,
our prayers
and painted memories,
pastel hope,
these irredescent stars,
the cosmos' evergreen
aglow, and softly showering
their cherished voices,
upon the sparkling
eyes,
of dreamers.
an emerald stanza,
indigo refrain,
a midnight watercolor choir,
our prayers
and painted memories,
pastel hope,
these irredescent stars,
the cosmos' evergreen
aglow, and softly showering
their cherished voices,
upon the sparkling
eyes,
of dreamers.
November 28, 2024 at 9:00 PM
this lyric of angels,
an emerald stanza,
indigo refrain,
a midnight watercolor choir,
our prayers
and painted memories,
pastel hope,
these irredescent stars,
the cosmos' evergreen
aglow, and softly showering
their cherished voices,
upon the sparkling
eyes,
of dreamers.
an emerald stanza,
indigo refrain,
a midnight watercolor choir,
our prayers
and painted memories,
pastel hope,
these irredescent stars,
the cosmos' evergreen
aglow, and softly showering
their cherished voices,
upon the sparkling
eyes,
of dreamers.
this lyric of angels,
an emerald stanza,
indigo refrain,
a midnight watercolor choir,
our prayers
and painted memories,
pastel hope,
these irredescent stars,
the cosmos' evergreen
aglow, and softly showering
their cherished voices,
upon the sparkling
eyes,
of dreamers.
an emerald stanza,
indigo refrain,
a midnight watercolor choir,
our prayers
and painted memories,
pastel hope,
these irredescent stars,
the cosmos' evergreen
aglow, and softly showering
their cherished voices,
upon the sparkling
eyes,
of dreamers.
November 28, 2024 at 9:00 PM
this lyric of angels,
an emerald stanza,
indigo refrain,
a midnight watercolor choir,
our prayers
and painted memories,
pastel hope,
these irredescent stars,
the cosmos' evergreen
aglow, and softly showering
their cherished voices,
upon the sparkling
eyes,
of dreamers.
an emerald stanza,
indigo refrain,
a midnight watercolor choir,
our prayers
and painted memories,
pastel hope,
these irredescent stars,
the cosmos' evergreen
aglow, and softly showering
their cherished voices,
upon the sparkling
eyes,
of dreamers.
LuLu C Laird just wanted y'all to know she's now on Blue Sky, too. Enough of that other nonsense! And, as usual, she's ready to travel!!!
November 27, 2024 at 8:09 PM
LuLu C Laird just wanted y'all to know she's now on Blue Sky, too. Enough of that other nonsense! And, as usual, she's ready to travel!!!
January fugue
wan, brittle bones bemoan her
aloof, snowbound moon.
wan, brittle bones bemoan her
aloof, snowbound moon.
November 26, 2024 at 7:35 AM
January fugue
wan, brittle bones bemoan her
aloof, snowbound moon.
wan, brittle bones bemoan her
aloof, snowbound moon.
Sometimes
a moment is golden
when one inner joy,
unique, fleeting,
exquisitely pure and candid,
stretches its limbs
from slumbering depths
to singular knowledge,
standing alone,
fresh, sturdy
in it's own truth,
its accepted recognition,
a confident heartbeat
present now,
unlocked,
living.
a moment is golden
when one inner joy,
unique, fleeting,
exquisitely pure and candid,
stretches its limbs
from slumbering depths
to singular knowledge,
standing alone,
fresh, sturdy
in it's own truth,
its accepted recognition,
a confident heartbeat
present now,
unlocked,
living.
November 23, 2024 at 5:50 AM
Sometimes
a moment is golden
when one inner joy,
unique, fleeting,
exquisitely pure and candid,
stretches its limbs
from slumbering depths
to singular knowledge,
standing alone,
fresh, sturdy
in it's own truth,
its accepted recognition,
a confident heartbeat
present now,
unlocked,
living.
a moment is golden
when one inner joy,
unique, fleeting,
exquisitely pure and candid,
stretches its limbs
from slumbering depths
to singular knowledge,
standing alone,
fresh, sturdy
in it's own truth,
its accepted recognition,
a confident heartbeat
present now,
unlocked,
living.