Wednesday, September 30, 2015

pass me by

pass me by a warmer time
pass me by a softer rhyme
pass me by a gentle breeze
pass me not
with pretty please.

if life began

if life began from
whence the heartbeat
moment softly sublime.

spiral stare-case

the spiraling staircase goes

neither up nor down.

it just keeps going

around and around.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015


for all hearts out there yearning to heal
to those once with us, who no longer remain,
we feel your loss, and it causes pain.
but we know you are in a place of peace,
with others, just like you,
whose troubles have ceased.
your tenure on earth with us never enough,
yes we go on, but at times it is rough.

Monday, September 28, 2015

penny pangolin

penny pangolin
and her little one
need us or their
lives will be
let us stand with
these magical
and the blessings
that they be.
the world would be
a sadder place
without their
precious company.

two gather

twogether we are
together we will be
though assailed we
are by infirmities.
age approaches
too fast to deny
together for always.
there is no goodbye.


flowers cry
red hearts
at times
running tears
for all those
who left
and those
who remain

Saturday, September 26, 2015

imagine eye

imagine i
a jungle of flowers
rustling through
each fragrant

do you count your feelings

do you count your feelings
keeping score
of who loves less,
who loves more.
do you compartmentalize
each petal and its
or do you love as
a complete flower.
together or

Friday, September 25, 2015


we are puppies, and we will grow,
as will our love for you,
which we always show

elegant disarray

the elegance of disarray
when chaos enters
a state of play.

by autumn, fell

by autumn, fell
soft sweet pastels
warm burnished
hues will

Thursday, September 24, 2015

a rain of flowers

a rain of flowers
dances and smiles
on the stones man
lay down
to walk
the miles.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015


baby wolf dreams
of a world that
would be safe
for all societies.
even those that
are different
from he.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

whirls and swirls

the emotional maelstrom
that whirls and swirls
its eye,
a peace so

Monday, September 21, 2015

lavender lovelies dream

lavender lovelies dream
as they float.
space and time
so very remote.

her feeling she hid

her feelings she hid
behind a grid
of green
rosy petals.
for all that she
did or perhaps
she appeared
in finest

glorious cacaphony

glorious floral cacaphony
fill the empty spaces
left in my heart
by all the tears
and wilted moments.

pretty white flower belles

pretty white flower belles
yellow lines
and hearts
your gentle knells.
as autumn nears,
your time to go
you have no
the reason of seasons.
with pattern,

Saturday, September 19, 2015

crocodilian loves vermilion

the little crocodilian
loves flowers,
pinkish purple
blades of
grass who
tease his


amarillo stands
she looks about.
her petals tremble
when winds start
to shout.

pink cascade parade

pink cascade parade
by man designed
by nature,

Friday, September 18, 2015

we are every

we are every part
of everything
and yet so small
in the larger
and in that
we revel
in the humble
of our

earth of birth

a life
a gift
a moment
a passing
a giving
a taking
a mending
a breaking
a birth
a dearth
as it is
here on

Wednesday, September 16, 2015


here i perch
in thought
you think.
before i forage
for food

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

feelings cluster

the torrent of feelings
that pours forth from
not as pretty, and

far more convoluted,
than a
cluster of flowers.
and fall they do,
like earthbound petals
in resolution or


a universe of miracles,
that is in itself,
a miracle.

Saturday, September 12, 2015

african wild dog values

we live for the pack.
we play we run
we rest together,
when our day is done.
when one of us is ill,
we pick up the slack,
bringing food and comfort
until good health comes back.
we chase our prey,
we have to eat.
we do this to survive,
no easy feat.
but love we do and
care for our own
if you are born into
our pack
you are never alon

Friday, September 11, 2015

what beauty shines

what beauty shines
from a heart whose
hues are painted
from a pallet
of love's

k9/11 hearts

in honor of all who are lost.
and all those found.
a lesson learned from this
hallowed ground.
that hates achieves nothing
but sadness and tears.
heartache and more sorrows
compounded by fear.
so we together with
love as our guiding hand.
we spread hope, peace
and tolerance
to all in every land.

love and light
peace filled days
and blissful nights

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.

arose i be

my petals fold
i am growing old.
but still a rose
i be.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

mishief us

we share our world...
wish this were true
you try not to share.
this we will not let
you do.
we are everywhere
you happen to be,
so learn to enjoy
our playful

pretty little pinklets

pretty little pinklets
by the last warm summer
as autumn eases


through folds of tears
occasional layers of laughter
her spirit, finally found...

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

garage eaglery

concrete sands
beaches of
moving steel
smoke and
that kill.
our castle,
with love,
we fill

look closely

let your heart's eye
your mind will start
to ponder.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015


hushed by the lush,
she dreamed.

Sunday, September 6, 2015


we hide our gripes
between our stripes.
no time to whine
and or moan.
we are busy living
zebra life
and hoping lions,crocs
and hunters leave
us alone.
so b*tch we not
our lines not blurred.
we are busy surviving
as you have

Saturday, September 5, 2015

if clouds were elephants

if clouds were elephants
in the sky.
what would they remember
would they ask why.
would thunder sound
like a trumpet
(a notion not
would they float
about cloud wispy
or form a soft
would rain be their
if an elecloud
was no longer.
as they gather their
grieving selves
and grow
even stronger.

Friday, September 4, 2015

by change

by change,
not bowed.
by the laws
that govern
the larger
order of
we partake.
grateful for the
nows that became
and hoping
the nows,
not yet.

if parrots ruled the world

if our world were ruled
by our feathered friends.
most of our
problems would probably end.
the council of parrots
would weekly meet,
air their latest
with a rousing
there would be no more
no hate
no greed.
nutriberries would
be dispensed
with warp factor speed.
if one group of parrots
got out of hand
a quick beakybite
the law of the
and human purpose
as you surmised.
to serve the parrots
(that no surprise)

Thursday, September 3, 2015


we live on lands
of rocks and ice.
many challenges we
from these different
we are part of the land
we are part of the sea.
our struggles are as varied
as the places we
are found.
we only ask of man
to let us be what
we are.
and to leave us

the choreography of self expression

the choreography of self expression
images, words, inner life
to be heard and spoken.
by the the self that creates it and the
selves it is dancing


Wednesday, September 2, 2015

where take thee, flowers

where take thee,
what journeys
have made you
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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