Saturday, October 31, 2009

boooooooooooo

twas the eve of all hallows
and all through the house
the black cat was purring
and so was the mouse
i needed a costume
i needed one fast
my mother in laws
broom
ran out of gas

Friday, October 30, 2009

i wondered

I wandered through a lonely field
Wondering if the crops would yield
Or would they lie in dirt so fallow
As I cry a world so shallow
Leaves change color
I grow old
My skin is duller
I grow cold
The wind blows not
For me or you
So thins the plot
Then we are through

Thursday, October 29, 2009

nv

who sees with envy eyes,
the happiness of others
he will despise.
and in his hateful,
angry moan,
he will find he is alone.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

it hurts

To feel like this
When you need a kiss
It is love mixed with trust
That you miss
To feel second rate
The dish pushed off the plate
I want much more
But is it too late

Friday, October 23, 2009

maybe tomorrow i

Maybe tomorrow I’ll go driving
But for now, the wheels take me away
I’m just happy in a kind of striving
Anyhow anytime anyway
Just moving along
feeling weak
Feeling strong
As the currents pull me away
What Was I just thinking
Kind of lost in the sinking

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

rest in the peace you gave to others, baxter

baxter you have touched us
with your loving face
and now you are welcomed
into god's embrace
there are angels many
but none shine like you
they are with you in heaven
returning your love
so true
and those of us left here
to mourn and to grieve
we will never forget you
this you can believe
in wonder, in gratitude
of you and the lessons
you have taught
as you graced those
departing, their
last battle fought

Thursday, October 15, 2009

what would god think?

Would god question
What all this is worth
The hatred and cruelty
Man brought on his earth
The torment, the lies
The constant pain
The unanswered cries
Again and again.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

for baxter, the 19 year old therapy dog

his soulful eyes filled with grace
the warmth that comes
from his expressive face
the lives he touches
on their final trip
his gentle kisses
as they slip
into god's grip
an angel's wings
for baxter wait
when he gets to
the pearly gates

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

pigeon posed

I am a pigeon in a cage
She muttered as she fluttered
But I do not wish to engage
She could barely utter

dug

Dug in deep
I cannot sleep
I cannot stop
My eyes
They weep

Friday, October 2, 2009

future schlock

the reality of her life loomed over her like a dark shroud. she had spun her wheels forward, ending up in the same place. her surroundings were distinctly familiar, but were not, and never would be, hers.

she felt like hers was a borrowed life, that could be swept out from under her at any time. this disquiet would lay dormant for a while. but at the slightest provocation, rose, in an angry, frightened torrent.

she flitted from one moment to the next, palpitating at the mere hint of a sound. unable to find comfort, she kept moving, as if the motion might in some way lull her. it did not.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

edge

an inner disquiet
rumbling loud
internal riot
head slightly bowed

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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