Friday, January 31, 2014

she only likes happy endings

she likes happy endings.
she will not watch if an animal
is hurt or dies.
life hurts enough, she does not
want anymore cries.
she likes to bathe in the smiles,
that feelgood stories spread,
enough sadness and sorrows
dance around in her head.
she cruises the channels
for romances that flourish,
her heart so easily broken,
she needs this to be nourished.
she fills her aching empty
with fantasies and flowers,
as she watches the tears
grab onto her last waking
hours.

oh-ld

we mellow
not like vinegar
but like a fine wine.
"old" is, but is mostly
a state of mind.
so all hail those of us
in the wrinkled stage,
a tad more worn
but a lot more sage

together

they met and together
built a life,
as man and woman,
husband and wife.
through years and tears,
along the way.
they shared this life.
they still do today.
but time is cruel,
the body plays tricks.
it gets old and frail,
and very sick.
but love remains and
grows ever strong.
it never asks of time
how short or how long.

from what

from what perspective do you see.
from the eyes of truth,
or some twisted "baggagery"
from the former, you
can really perceive
while the latter is the source
of self-deceive.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

butterflown

on glittering wings they flew so high,
in joy we watched as they passed by.
for granted we took their special grace.
but now our world is becoming 
an empty space.
the life we thought would always 
be near....
instead the great disappearance
is here.
a barren wasteland where paradise
was meant to dwell.
forever changed by man...
into a man made hell.

meddlers and peddlers

all the meddlers and peddlers
who interject,
unwanted acts and opinions...
where is your respect,
for the boundaries of others,
the damage you have done.
what is it exactly, that you
think you have won
.
when your own roof is leaking,
your foundation shakes.
best spend your time,
fixing your own mistakes!

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

in quiet

in quiet blessings,
so softly she sits.
taking in the best
and worst of it.
across from yoga studio

garage eagle growtime

we were born when bitter winds,
whipped through our concrete
palace
drifts of snow, cars to and fro.
the worst of winter's malice.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

hold on

we start to hate,
where do we go.
hate breeds only
hate,
soon that is all
we know.
our world needs love
or it will never
grow,
so hold onto kindness
and never let it go!

around

around the rocks we are forced to look under,
grow the most fragrant of flowers and
the most verdant of grasses♥

Monday, January 27, 2014

alzheimers

Alzheimer's is the worst of thieves
You watch yourself slip
As you watch others grieve
Then you watch nothing as
You slip away
A spectral image
With nothing to say.

we grow together

we grow together
then we fly.
we will never forget
each other,
even when we say
goodbye.
baby garage eagles getting read to fledge

Sunday, January 26, 2014

all

the joy of love can always be found.
all you have to do is look around

Thursday, January 23, 2014

she looks

the need to find beauty in barren places
gnaws at her soul.
she looks intently into winter faces.
while braving the cold.
floral park, NY

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

pink hearts and blue waters...for angel and all the angels at taiji


pink hearts and blue waters we wish for you.
to make up for all the sadness that you have
been through.
to help you heal, to grow big and strong.
it is so hard, without a mother,
to get along.
how lost you feel without a pod
of your kind.
but alone you are not,
we are all of one mind♥

lossed

memories were getting
harder to find.
those facts that once lived in the front
of her mind.
her sharp edges, once bright and bold,
succumbing to the bitter winds of
growing old.

Monday, January 20, 2014

dreams time

we live in our dreams
through breath measured
and slow.
when we wake,
where did they go?
of the dreams that
we nurture during
our day.
if we do more than dream,
good things can come
our way.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

gemstone spoken

♥each day is a diamond to be mined♥

Saturday, January 18, 2014

we hold

we hold these truths
until they
sputter
and cough,
by then, it is
too late to
slough them off

Friday, January 17, 2014

we ask of time

we ask of time
what it cannot give.
those extra moments.
the chance to relive.

so hold on to each
second.
that is all we
are guaranteed.
a small part
of a universe.
that moves at
great speed.
floral park NY from 30 floors up in zoom mode

 

i see your feathers

garage eagle love
i see your feathers do not
move the same way,
not as fast as they did
yesterday.
you move more slowly,
sometimes you do not
coo.
and yes i wonder what
is going to happen
to you.
i remember when you
took your first flight.
it took you a while
to get it right.
now you fly less.
just for food, not
for fun.
then you rest,
because earlier
your day is done.
my feathers are
changing,
as yours do.
but what does not change
is that i love you.



Thursday, January 16, 2014

the hummingbird and the flower

♪♫the flower heard the hummingbird sing,
and offered the best of her everything.♫♪
painted 01/15/2014

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

the road, hard

we learn to take the hard road
when dictated by circumstance.
will the hard road take us?
not a chance.

thank you yoga!

animals, old

our lives too short.
our memories fade.
we lived for the sun.
now we rest in
the shade.
our best days
behind us.
less time lies ahead.
and when that time
comes
we sleep on
angel wingbeds♥

temper yore

floral park NY
i choose to temper experience
with my dreams,
though by fogs, thick
and misted.
as trying as this
seems.

Monday, January 13, 2014

olde school

the halls never silent in her heart,
as she walked that path each day.
she was afraid to fall apart.
at times she did, but she
found her way.
the isolation ringing like sad bells,
inside her ears.
through decades come and gone.
that lonely girl, the one she
always knew.
and tried to build upon.
alma mater

Sunday, January 12, 2014

in the struggles of others

in the struggles of others,
where do you pretend.
in the struggles of others,
when can you mend.
in the struggles of others
where do you fit in.
in the struggles of others,
how do you begin.


treasure the once

treasure the once.
if it happens again,
treasure it twice.
never ask why or when♥

Friday, January 10, 2014

ice dangles on leaves

ice dangles on leaves.
by cold
building next door
they feel torn.
but when the spring comes,
they will be reborn.

circles, squared

circles, squared.
rhomboid round.
blunted triangles.
by rectangle
in pteribird's courtyard
bound.

she did not

she did not always
do what she was told.
she could never be bought,
though up the river
she was sold.
time passed with
no wisdom
accumulated.
just runaway dreams
deeply dissipated.
days years hours,
seconds decades
counted.
never to return
lost in tension
mounted.
coping skills at times
off to one side.
no way to count the
tears that she cried.
(at times tears did not
come,
so inside,
she died.)


Thursday, January 9, 2014

lake reflections

from 30 floor ups
into the lake, reflections
as i look back.
from high or low.
where the waters,
flow.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

moments elude

moments elude.
mysteries afoot.
dancing in shadows,
some lined with soot.
others with sweet flowers.
fragrant soft songs.
minutes turn into hours.
too short and too long.

Monday, January 6, 2014

the wolf spirit

The wolf spirit is like a beautiful song
One can feel it forever, it is never too long
The wolf spirit is like the freedom of clouds
Hovering ever so gently, with head held so proud...
The wolf spirit dances in sunshine and rain
In all four of our seasons, without any disdain
The wolf spirit lives in the mountains up high
Its grandeur is endless, it can touch the sky
The wolf spirit belongs to all who live on earth
It will live forever, no one can measure its worth.

may god walk with you

may god walk with you on this rugged road.
may god's love and warmth lighten
your heaviest load.
may faith and healing take you
far away,
from all the pain and sorrows
you are feeling today.
may the hope of tomorrow
clear away the clouds,
so the sun shines in,
smiling
bright
and proud.

in frozen towers

floral park NY
in frozen towers she waits
for nobody to come.
she sits by the window,
looking for sun.
she gazes as far as
her half open eyes
are willing to absorb.
so far from
and yet a part
of this mad,
swirling orb.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

weather...or not

we are pigeons,
rain or shine.
warm or cold.
we work for our
food,
we do not get
old.


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birds of the snow

birds of the snow
where do you go.
when the winds
turn cold
and the grass
won't grow.




lifemates...for my lovely friend and her soulmate

lifemates

we walked together,
these many miles.
sharing some tears.
and a world of smiles.
we lived each moment
as if it were the last.
oh how quickly our precious
time has passed....
and now each second is a lifetime
to share.
even when our path together ends
the "we" will always be there.

Friday, January 3, 2014

on a snowy day

middle neck snowed

on a snowy day,
what do you think.
do you think of summers.
warm and pink.
or do you sit,
surrounded by snowflake
lace,
smiling at the chilly beauty
of winter's face.

Thursday, January 2, 2014

r u

are you defined by your dreams or does the "you" define 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