Friday, September 30, 2011

to dream is....

to dream is to acknowledge the possibility of the impossible ♥

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

in the vast expanse
of circumstance
how much is by design
how much by chance

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

as the petals of the day

as the petals of the day
begin to close
all the little creatures
prepare to doze
snuggled closely
... for warmth and
for love
embraced by the moon
as she smiles, from above♥ KLK

Monday, September 26, 2011

the orange and the grey


You are orange
I am gray
we play together
every day
our styles may differ
you like to climb
i like the water
most of the time
we share bananas
you pull my ears
I lower my trunk
So you can hug
Without fear
The time we spend is
in friendship and glee
as we both see it
we are family

Sunday, September 25, 2011

hint of a kiss


The hint of a kiss
What did they miss
Would their love grow
They did not know

Friday, September 23, 2011

in the moment of

the soft hammer of caring
as it touches my cheek
in its moment of daring,
leaves me blissfully
weak ♥

Thursday, September 22, 2011

four sooth

that truth is a theory
not absolute
a thought rather dreary
but also a hoot
if you say go one way
... and i then decline
who has the runway
is it yours or
is it mine

in the

in the larger scheme
whatever that be
or the smaller
picture
of society
... we have one life
and when we are gone
the world is still there
and going on

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

we understand

we are friends
and without a word
your deepest feelings
are so loudly heard

new painting begins

starting something new
once you get going
each brush stroke
rings true
and the ideas
keep on growing
so follow the
colors as they
dance before
your eyes
nothing can be finished
if a beginning
you do not try



Sunday, September 18, 2011

look

at times the hurt can be so blinding
you don't know where to turn
so here is some reminding
look toward those who
you think might not care
... you would be surprised
because they will
be there♥

in vino very demi tasse

what rings true
to me, or you
some say it is red
while other say
blue
... the truth can be
tainted by
pains from the past
and reality painted
but this never lasts 

Saturday, September 17, 2011

first acrylic, cropped

to try something new
to make a change
a little of your soul
gets rearranged
at first there is fear
then perhaps
fear some more
then you put out
your foot
and kick down that
door
change is good
even those
smile lines
on your face
because as long
as you can feel it
you are still in the race





the miracle of sun and clouds

the miracle of sun and clouds
speaks in the greatest of volume,
but never out loud



Friday, September 16, 2011

little treasure in the tree

little treasure in a tree
i see you, do you see me
as you sit so calmly
on your perch
and we below
run circles
on this earth
what do you think
of our frenetic pace
oh flower in the tree
of poetic grace♥

Thursday, September 15, 2011

pleas

a simple prayer for the human race
it is time to put on a gentle face
take a look around
what are you seeing
a merry go round of
astounding beings
where none are greater
and none are less
they are all a
gift
from the one
we bless

shelter us

we do not have a home
would you make us
your very own♥

owls landing

The wisdom of owls
As they quietly perch
Look into ourselves,
Before another we
Besmirch

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

underneath the curtain of night
the moon roles in,
as the sun is in flight ♥ KLK

four friends, forever

we are as different as can be
but we love each others
company
i am looking in
you are looking out
can we be friends
and romp about♥

street seen

magic abounds,
it is all around ♥

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

we are

we are but a dot
a blip in space
a twinkle in the eye
of the creator's
beaming face ♥

Monday, September 12, 2011

thank you


You  cared for me
You fought for me
Now all is not
For naught,
For me.
Love, annie

Saturday, September 10, 2011

k 9/11 hearts

They stand by their person
Tall and proud
Waiting for each command
By hand signal or aloud
Their paws are so tired
They are cut until raw
But they keep on going
Keep looking for more
Into the rubble into the fray
Not fearing trouble
Will  someone be saved today.
Eyes tearing from smoke
They plow straight ahead
As they cough and they choke
Perhaps wishing for bed
Tirelessly devoted  doing their best
At the end of the long day
Head on their person’s chest
Knowing tomorrow
Will be more of this sorrow

Friday, September 9, 2011

In vino

The ever growing disparity between happiness and clarity

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

beginnings

inside your heart
is a little spirit.
close your eyes,
open your mind,
and you can hear it.
... the gentle tones,
harmoniously
sung,
the road to compassion
has begun. ♥ KLK

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

my dream


A planet of colors
Magical sights
Warm, toasty mornings
Soft, sensual nights

Monday, September 5, 2011

is there

is there a safe place
to rest my head
to gently shut my eyes
and drift off, to bed
is there a refuge
... for my soul, so lost
from all the turmoil
inside it, tossed

Friday, September 2, 2011

the lake of the forest


The lake of the forest
Ran smooth and wild
It lived in reckless abandon
Like a child

Thursday, September 1, 2011

puppies, milled


We live here in a puppy mill
It is winter now, and we are
So chilled
When summer comes the
Heat is very strong
Our fur gets matted,
It gets too long
We cannot breathe
We cannot see
we can only feel
our  misery
please rescue us
please get us out
we are not human
so we cannot shout

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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