Thursday, April 28, 2011

to float

to float into that nightly space,
i brush my teeth,
i wash my face
the evening toilette
i perform without thought
water gently erasing
all that was for naught

water colors in dreams

our dreams are so powerful
our dreams are our soul
they wake us up in the morning
at night they keep us
whole
they keep us focused
during the day,
as we live, work and breathe
they give us a place to stay
when we are quiet and
need time to grieve
they help us move forward
as we strive for our healing
they allow us to think
and to sort out our feelings
to live is to dream, to dream is to live
so we can rise to all challenges
with the best we have to give ♥♥♥

cleaning house

life is too short for the toxic and rude
the ignorant and nasty
the envious, the crude
into the the pile of
waste they go
i got no time
for the "ugly" show:-D

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

i am

I am beautiful
I am strong
I have been on
This earth for so long
I have seen the beginning
I have seen the end
I have lived in this garden
No one wants to tend

in the silence of sound

in the silence of sound
a deafening roar
what will happen
to the world
if we hear it,
no more

blue sky raptors

african wild dog and butterfly

powerful predator devoted to his pack
raising pups as a unit, having each other's back
misunderstood by man, wrongfully maligned
we have so much to learn from this blessing
of caninekind

snow leopard, ghost of the frozen forest



The snow leopard
The spirit of the
Mountains high
Of beauty surpassing
The clouds in the sky
His quiet serenity
As he prowls
His terrain
Safe from all humans
And their capacity to
Cause pain

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

siest-ial

the dusk of twilight
adrift in space
celestial bodies
a star's bright face

Y R

Why are we here,
I ask myself often
Is it just to pass time
Until It is time
For the coffin
Did the creator
Have a master plan
An idea designed
For the species
Known as man
Were we put here as
Guardians of this once
Lush ripe planet,
If that is the case
Then why did man
Sh*t can it?

if you get

If you get too involved
In the what fors and whys
You might miss something
Extraordinary as it passes by

Sunday, April 24, 2011

the highest mountain is the one we are afraid to climb♥

reaching

There is branch
Up on this tree
That is a bit too
Far away from me
But I want to reach
it anyway
Even if it takes all day
I will not quit
Until I get
A hold of it

budding

a season of renewal,
of joy and rebirth
when those by,
winter, dormant
now revel
on this earth♥

Friday, April 22, 2011

the abandoned

a sweet sad soul,
an innocent
this is not how your
life is supposed to be spent
what happened to the love
you so deserve, as humanity
takes an even deeper
amoral swerve
what happened to the
values our religions teach
is man unkinds heart so
out of reach:(

Thursday, April 21, 2011

the larger picture

the larger picture seems quite small
as i sit, in awe of it all
overwhelmed with joy and bliss
it does not get
better than this
namaste, truth
light to borrow
if we open our eyes
we will greet
tomorrow♥

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

the howl

There was a time the world was ours
No big tall buildings, no noisy cars
No people with guns, shooting at
Everything they see
When we could howl
As a family
When we could roam our world
At will
Not worrying about if we would
Be killed
The moon our beacon, the sun our friend
We did not think this would ever end

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

sinking

in a quiet corner she
sits and stares
looking outside
everywhere
trapped within
that which will not
leave
but life is short
no time to grieve

ahead

We do not know what lies
Ahead of the trees
but we will face it together
as a family

Monday, April 18, 2011

Sunday, April 17, 2011

the

the past is present
the present is past
the future happens
but the rest is too
fast

hopefriend

his race may be dying, but his spirit is undaunted
although by the ignorance of man, he seems
forever haunted
he senses that out there, is a man
on whom he can depend
who will protect his precious existence
a man he calls friend♥

the mother earth is not amused

the mother earth, is not amused,
to see her eden, so abused,
to watch as man gives such short short shrift,
to this beautiful planet, she gave us as a gift

Friday, April 15, 2011

motto grotto...posted before but can never be said enough!!!!

treat all others
as you wish to be treated
or you are no more
than an expletive,
deleted

Thursday, April 14, 2011

google gorgle gaga gulp

ah i rejoice in pleasant surprise
my follower list back
it is fixed, i surmise
i was not happy at all about
losing that list
it made me feel crappy
and rather pissed
danke gracias
and merci
for fixing this problem
for little old me;-D

a few hours passed i logged on
once more
my followers list again
googled out the door
to be continued
via cyberspace
a blog can be
a most exciting place
(yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn;-)

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

google gorgle gaggle

google what de matter with you
my follower list, is gone
boo hoo
i can no longer see it
in view blog modey
this not nice
i think you are grody!!!!

to burst

to burst with love
feeling about to explode
with warm, soft feelings
such a wonderful load♥ :-D
being young is all about play
as long as a grown up
is not far away

happy little one

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

letting grow

to forgive is easier to achieve
when the one to be forgiven
does not try to deceive
when all parties involved
care enough to try
time is too precious
tell toxic, goodbye♥

Sunday, April 10, 2011

not to lose that dream

Not to lose that dream
Hold on,
Fast
dreams
Do flourish
But they do not last

call end er

sunday arrives,
without a fight
monday waits,
hidden from sight
tuesday lingers
with inspiration
as the world dries
off from monday
perspiration
wednes the
day in the middle of
it all
stuck behind tuesday
until it gets the call
thursday the underdog
the day before fri
does its 24 hour duty
without even bothering to try
friday flies in
with a thump and a pounce
knowing people are counting
every second, every ounce
saturday smiles
knowing it is the one
dedicated to errands
then afterwards
fun

Saturday, April 9, 2011

circus berserkus

the circus is in town, what do you see?
as i look out at you, and you look in at me
do you see me as a large, roaring captive toy,
or do you look into my eyes, just know pain, no joy.
do you giggle and point as you mill around my cage,
in my terror annoint as i seethe in rage.
do you not understand that my roar is a shout:
open up the cage door and let me out

sadows

a little sun to douse the shadow lurking
the fog rolls out,
i do believe it is working

Thursday, April 7, 2011

we pray

i am here in this shelter
you gave me a name
there are so many more
out there, like me
just the same
our pictures are posted
our stories are told
in a cage we are hosted
some of us until we are old
our supply never ending
but where is the demand
we did not ask to be here
being homeless was unplanned
and when space grows crowded
we are walked down a hall
some of us frightened,
barely able to crawl
we pray every day
that this will go away

in a perfect world

in a perfect world,
a funny phrase
so many
definitions of this
leave
me in a daze
one mans utopia
another one's snooze
one mans idea of heaven
would drive someone else
to booze
we live in a world short on kindness
and overrun by cars,
led by egomaniacs, mindless
who tend to go too far

guideheart

I have eyes but I cannot see
Yet I know there is a world
It is all around me
I have ears but I cannot hear
But I know I am safe when
You are near
I sit in this chair, I cannot move
My legs or arms
With you by my side,
I will not be harmed
You are my soul, my body
My friend
Our trust is forever
The bond that shall not end

tech-NO

technology a sword so double edged
when it works we sing, when it stalls
we mope on the ledge
and when it shuts down
we run in circles shouting
"disaster"
man invented his technotoys
but he is their slave, not their master

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

adios toxic

toxic deeds toxic thought
in the end they are for naught
to clean your house of things
that are bad, may hurt a little
but in the end you will be glad♥

in her eyes, wisdom lies

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

smile style

your inner voice gives you the choice
to rail at life, or to rejoice
to make the most of each
second given
or be by bitterness
and anger, driven
so take a breath, look around
you are alive
this is your moment
give the creator
a high five:-D ♥

Sunday, April 3, 2011

middle rage

oh middle age, oh what fun
hormones wailing and
on the run
hair from de head, heading
straight down south
stuck somewhere between
de lip and de mouth
and to add to all this chagrin
a bumper crop growing
on the chin;-0

nature is

nature is,
and without it,
we are not

Saturday, April 2, 2011

upward facing

there are many things out there
that vex our pates
things such as cruelty, ignorance
and hate
but as long as our life force is
willing, able and whole
we can get out there
and take an active roll
in whatever capacity
we see fit
this is our world
let us make better
of it:-D

Friday, April 1, 2011

elephant dreamers

i dreamed i was in paradise
someplace safe
someplace nice
and when the dark left
and the sky was clear,
i opened my eyes,
and it was here
to love just one species is not to open ones heart...it is to close one's eyes...in the eyes of the creator, all living beings are equal and in his image and homage, that is how we should perceive them♥

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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