Thursday, July 30, 2009

bonds of time

I think of my parents
Married amidst tears and laughter
Hoping for happy ever after
They stayed together
Through it all
As now they weather
The final call
Those of us newly together
Without history
I sit pondering the mystery
Can deep bonds form
Without benefit of time
Will each day bring
Its own sweet rhyme?
Memories made
By decades delayed

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

MJ

in the days, weeks and months to come, the fallout and its innuendos will flood the image that was michael jackson. estate battles, custody battles, rumors...will all surface like leeches, drawing what they can from one who can no longer stand in his own defense. now, we sit, people sing in his memory, love pours forth from every corner on this planet, all too soon to be sullied by all that makes man, man

Saturday, July 4, 2009

on wings

on wings of peace
all wars will cease
the love of life
will renew its lease

Thursday, July 2, 2009

reach

the woman had no place to go
noone to trust
her life in dust.
the man so angry with his gun
knew she was alone,
that she had noone.
he took her life without a thought,
not caring what would happen if he was caught.
all those who loved her were confused
some did not know she was abused.
dont be silent ladies in your pain s
omeone will help you
dont be hurt again
it comes too fast and may be the last

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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