Thursday, December 31, 2015

may the

may the new year bring to all bountiful love, dreams fulfilled, wishes granted, hope rekindled, moments precious, beautiful memories to carry with you on life's journey...

peace.

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Wednesday, December 30, 2015

take

we cannot take
all the nasties
put them in
a box
and throw
them away.
though fun that
sounds and makes
for better days.
so we decide
instead
to clean
them out of
our heads,
so we wake
up refreshed
before
we go
to bed.

a new

a year new
to ponder
to fill with hope
to live with joy...
to love,
and
be loved.


if you

if you choose to live
in dreams too large
and unfulfilled,
you life will always
feel too small.

Monday, December 28, 2015

a winter, rose

a winter rose,
embraces the
knowledge
that ephemeral
it is.
with the wisdom
that comes
from grace.

lights alone

alone she stared
at the lights
and dreamed
that things
were not really
as they seemed.

signals mixed or weather as metaphor

sun your warm grace
smiles on my face
for this i linger on.
but winters dread
is inside my head
and soon will
sit upon.
signals mixed
the promise
of spring,
but soon you will
send me
that other
thing.

Sunday, December 27, 2015

some

some will stay
some will go
so will understand
some will never know.
some will respond
some with questions
rhetorical.
some will think
nothing planned.
some will live,
categorical.
some will choose
love paths
to follow
others will take
the harsh road.
while those who
love will find joy,
those who hate
will be crushed
under hate's
load.

far

we are never far
from how close
we are.

Saturday, December 26, 2015

the haze of summer

the haze of summer
warm memories
etched in winter's
cold.

wrap yourself

wrap yourself in a world of love.
by heartaches never be depleted
look upon each day,
in your own special way,
with your spirit,
undefeated.

Friday, December 25, 2015

parrots for peace repost

parrots for peace.
no war,
no more.
no hate.
for love
we wait.
before it
is too late.

by ego, tripped

and when the shadows come
you watch your light begin
to fade,
do you find yourself marching solo
in your own parade.

Thursday, December 24, 2015

the things

the things we fear
the things we try
that which makes us
laugh
or makes us cry.
the moments,
momentous
and those
gone from view.
the me that is we
and the
we
that
is
you.

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

new

a new year approaches
what will it bring.
some good, some bad
a bit of everything.
the better question to
ask is what we will
bring to it.
peace, love, kindness
and joy?
yes, we
can do it!!!!

gone

i see the silence,
where an empty heart,
once beating,
left its impact
on the world.

Sunday, December 20, 2015

maned wolf ballet

we live with grace
upon this space.
a dance of survival
at so fast
a pace.

Friday, December 18, 2015

winter whites

we winter whites linger.
soon snow may appear.
but for now we remain
because we like it here.
so go away blizzards
keep those flakes off
our face.
we got here first
and we claiming
this space...
so there
brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

we ask for magic

we ask for magic
to ease our chagrin.
we cannot see the
magic, out
until we feel
the magic,
within.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

wrangles and tangles

wrangles and tangles
turns and twists
hope sometimes dangled
opportunities,
missed.
moments forgotten
some that haunt us still
life in its whirlpools
and whirl it
will.

Monday, December 14, 2015

a world

a world of kindness
that we need
success is measured
by compassion,
not by greed.

Sunday, December 13, 2015

if by light

if by light,
lush...
by darkness never
crushed.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

the still of red flower

the still of red flower
leaves crisp
and dancing.
a wall of brick
colors,
festoon
for last
moments.

Friday, December 11, 2015

of moments

of moments that linger
long past their prime
of moments to replace
those who have
already stolen
too much time.
of moments that
wonder why
they are still here.
oh so human
our blunders.
and often
too near.

i have seen the flower

i have seen the flower
that is your soul.
hidden in the forest
of defenses
you used
to call home.

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

when blessed

when blessed we are
to realize
the joy and beauty
that graces our eyes
the eyes within
the heart,
that perceive,
what emanates
as real
and are
never
deceived,

complexi-ties

behind the complexities,
by man, created,
a magnificence of
simplicity,
divine in origin.

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

roo

what exactly would you do
if you woke up as a kangaroo.
would you find it very hard
to be a marsupial in your
own or someone else's
yard.

going

it is getting harder to remember
jokes slower to arrive
this is as subtle
as a hammer,
pounding.

Monday, December 7, 2015

path

if love were a path
to follow
a street on which
to dwell.
where all could live
in harmony...
only time
will tell.

Friday, December 4, 2015

we are, but

we are,
but
if love were
what drove
the engines
of the world...
what would
we
be.

if life were

if life were a
dream from
which
i did not wish
to rise and shine...
that would be fine.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

the sun rises

the sun rises on
those who mourn.
the sun rises
on those who scorn.
the sun rises
on those
loving and whole.
the sun rises on the
hatred
that robs the
haters
of their soul.
the sun rises
on those who cry,
but no longer rises
on those who have
died.
where has gone that innocence
carried in the womb
a heart beating and open
that becomes a tomb.
why do the evil and twisted
prey on anyone they can.
is this what will be the
final legacy of man.


Tuesday, December 1, 2015

re flex

do you reflect
as you climb.
is your life
more reason
than rhyme.
are you horizontal
in your view.
or does the vertical
get the
better
of
you.

Monday, November 30, 2015

if by

if by wonder, not a moment missed, 
then by wonder, one has been kissed

Saturday, November 28, 2015

though withered

though withered in body,
the soul remains
immaculate.

at the center of chaos

the heart at the
center of chaos,
pounds
logic into its
swirling maelstrom.

Friday, November 27, 2015

home

a safe, warm place
sweet, loving hands
food and toys to play
with
would be so grand.
we do not ask for
more than we
can give.
love is what we are
made of...
and we all need love
to live.

please rescue, adopt and open your hearts and homes to ones so in need
and so alone.


thank you♥

waste me not

waste me not the
moments, precious
relegated by time
and delegated by
that which i do not
comprehend.

the waters

the waters we seek
to nourish those parts
of ourselves
parched by the knowledge
and experience perhaps
we did not
wish for.

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

but for the grace

as this season begins
let us spread the joy
far and near
and keep it going
throughout the year.
we pray for peace
to somehow prevail
and that sanity
goes to the head
of the trail.
so kiss those you love
and hold them dear
where but for the grace
we would all
not be here.

Monday, November 23, 2015

the walls and barricades

the walls and barricades
behind which
we hide
lock us in
more than they
lock others
out.

pink pretty sunsets

pink pretty sunset
cozy mountains 
a
blanket for 
the soul.

Sunday, November 22, 2015

parrots for peace



parrots for peace.
no war,
no more.
no hate.
for love
we wait.
before it
is too late.

there is

there is a beautiful world
outside
the dungeon that is
your inner pain.

if but once

if but once i heard
your heart beat love
i heard it one thousand
times.

Friday, November 20, 2015

for the innocent.. and .to honor diesel the hero dog and all heros large, small unusng or heralded...

for the innocent,
the
angels caught in the
crossfire between
human ignorance
and cruelty,
we pray a special
light shines
to usher your spirit to
a world that
deserves you.

i dream

i dream whether
awake or asleep
eyes closed or open
forever,
hoping
inspired by precious little and missed, pteribird
and in this state,
i navigate.

we ask for many

we ask for many
we are grateful
for the few.

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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