Friday, March 24, 2017

lifepath

he lifepath winds 
twists
gnarls
turns
which way you 
go
is how you learn.
the steps unbroken
the ones hobbled
and sore
none are a mere token
from each one
we learn
more.
about who we
are in this
world we call home
with whom we
travel
even when we
are
alone.

the place

the place where
warm hearts
and love
occupy
every corner.
the paradise
of very
nice.

the quest for sane

the quest for sane in a world, inane
unable to define
where sanity dwells
on a distant plane
boggles the
rational
mind.
while we the
rest,
just mill about
the remnants and
the ashes.
from our caves
we will emerge,
to replenish
our dwindling
caches




Wednesday, March 22, 2017

where to find love

love,
do you hide
we need you
now,
more than ever.
love is
forever.

haters

people that hate
what did you
achieve
in the end it is only
yourselves you
deceive.
the self loathing
horrors that
you perpetuate,
on others
because of your
own mental state.
you hide behind
movements,
ideologies
and screed.
as you clamor for
the moment
to commit
your misdeed.
the world
keeps revolving
its orbit quite firm
as you are devolving...
within your own skin
you squirm.


for now

for now,
the heart that
rests between
the heartache
and what happens.

Monday, March 20, 2017

hour whirled

our world is a paradise of endless imaginings

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i am older than dirt and proud of it!!!! i have managed to incorporate my eternal 60's nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga, the beach, waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. i have added sketching, watercolor painting, and photography to my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance. P.S. all painting, poems and photographs are my originals karen Lyons kalmenson