Saturday, February 28, 2015

she sat

she sat.
her inner clock slowly
ticking moments
spent in ennui
and unrest.

urban waterfalls

urban water falls
steel cliffs
concrete forests.

regrets she...not

they were banned if they failed.
the were not allowed to rise.
feeding her ego,
was their only prize.
and when she lay down
cheeks teary wet.
did she feel remorse,
did she have any
regrets.

he imprisoned his heart

he imprisoned his heart behind
bars of ice.
nobody approached...
nor did they look twice.
he did not invite hurt.
he did not invite pain.
but joy also fled from this
landscape.
so
cold and inane.

belugaland


we swim the seas
our belugaland.
we raise our families
we make our stand,
our icy world,
is paradise.
people leave us
alone.
that would
be nice.
we just want to
hunt and play,
to live our lives
the belugaway
we are not cute
objects.
we are living whales,
so when you are in
the arctic,
just say hello
then set sail.

Friday, February 27, 2015

love 4u

my love for you grows
from the earth to the sky
from the waters deep
to the deserts,
dry.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

is it

do we fear the nothingness
the absence of....
are we afraid of the below.
or doubt that there
is an above.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

na

the walls heard,
but nobody listened.

she kissed her youth

she kissed her youth,
behind her mind
as she lay on the bed
knees bent.
tired eyes
that voice and spirit
faint but she could
hear it.
words and lyrics
past now vivid
behind the veil
that life and its
trials
place before
all those who reach
that certain point
where reflection replaces
regret.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

i hear the sounds

i hear the sounds that heartbreak makes.
i feel the painpath your
sorrow takes.
i know the sadness and the fear.
never forget that i
hold you, near.

dromedary dreams

camels dream in far away lands.
purple sky blankets,
cool, twinkling desert sands.
dancing stars to light
their way.
an oasis of wonder,
at the end of
their day.

Monday, February 23, 2015

yes

when we stop, take a breath
what do we see.
do we open our eyes and
embrace true humanity.
do we show respect for
all beings here.
do we uphold what
we hold dear.
when we inhale, exhale
and see what good we
can do.
so simple it is.
just up to me
and you

Sunday, February 22, 2015

mr bobbles

mr bobbles lives in black and white
pencil colors not in his sight.
but the world he lives in
real to him as it may be.
he longs for colors and
company.

Friday, February 20, 2015

the still

that place where the semi sunny skies
sit,
waiting for the not so in the distance
clouds to come
roaring in.

we are a part of the universe

we are a part of the universe
a speck in her eye
a beat from her heart
a drop of her tears.
a thread of her hope.
a hint of her future
a reminder of her past.
our moments are hers
forever,

although for us they
do
not
last.

when the mind

when the mind
settles into that
state of creative
inertia...
it is quite
unsettling.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

snowface

did you ever look and see
a face in the snow.
perhaps you did,
but you just
did
not
know.
maybe you even
saw a
paw...
while waiting for yoga to open

Monday, February 16, 2015

polar, bared

we were born for a world
of ice and snow...
our frozen palace will
soon be gone.
where did it go.
the world that once
sustained us and
our babies,
now bare.
will you help us.
is anybody listening
out there.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

teehee

snap crackle joints a poppin,
cellulite clusters,
jowls a droppin
i no care what i am told...
i look in the mirror...
and i am old

i have onced upon

i have onced upon a time
so sweet.
a lifetime met with
few defeats.
i have onced upon
a love so strong
that the whole
world managed
to get along.
wish this once uponned
more than this
rhyme
so sending the world
a most happy
valentine.

Friday, February 13, 2015

we question love

we question love
we analyze
and when love
walks.
we are surprised.
instead of query,
just live it...
very.

breathe the sweet soft soul

breathe the sweet soft soul
our earthmother planted
within us all.

well....

there will never be peace on this earth for any being as long as manunkind thinks he has the right to do wrong to animals!!!!

Thursday, February 12, 2015

her thoughts

her thoughts were an ocean
her heart breaks like the tide.
a life filled with emotions.
trying to take it
in stride.
waters as metaphor
waters that glow.
life differs in
its movements.
undulations
and flow.

sees

we may ride different waves,
but we sail the same seas.
jones beach, NY

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

twinkles and snowflakes

twinkles and snowflakes
soft animal sounds.
life sings so sweetly.
when love is
around.

Monday, February 9, 2015

tears carry pearls

tears carry pearls,
as they fall to
the ground.
the pearls sadly
scatter...

love

voluptuous expectations,
filled with fantasy and dreams
tempered by the personae of those
within the heartlines
and what lies within
those
hearts.
unfilled.
changing.
growing.
dying.
safe together
in their world
but not safe
from the world,
around them.
walls crumbling under
the weight
unresolved and unhealing.
reality, with its harsh, hurtful
tentacles.
still reaching for the warm
caresses from what
we wish is
love's sun.

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Sunday, February 8, 2015

the sweet soft pillow

she reached for the sweet soft pillow
that idealism provided.
the pastel pretties that decorate
her dreams.
the gentle notions that fuel
her waking hours.

Saturday, February 7, 2015

a look

a look of silence
speaks louder
than any voice,
raised.

Friday, February 6, 2015

if beauty

if beauty landed at your feet
knocked on your door.
stood across the street
what is it you would
recognize
would you see from
your heart
or just from
your eyes.

a river of snow

a river of snow
through winter,
it flows.

a vase of ice

a vase of ice
and
snow
i try to see.

a night

a night of revelatory dreams
punctuated by unwanted
awakenings.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

in the middle

in the middle of this
chain,
all these cars,
slush and snow.
will i find  a
place to
grow.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

there is a quiet voice

there is a quiet voice
often drowned out by
the inner and outer chaos
that is our life.
settle in and let this voice
be heard.
it speak volumes in its
softness.

in the velvet inevitable

in the velvet inevitable.
soft cushion
i plush into when
the bumps get too
bruisy.

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

we are blessed

we are blessed for each day
none are a given,
but they are given to us.

Monday, February 2, 2015

brrrrrrrrrrrrr

i'd rather ride a bicycle
than have to deal with
the cold and icicles.
would i prefer frizzy hair,
heat and summer sweat...
the answer is
outside the building
you bet!!!

ponder rosa

rosa pondered the shape
of the planet on which
she dwelled.
she looked into the valleys
and
up at the sky.
she waded in the its waters.
she basked in the desert
oceans of sand.
she foraged through thick
jungles.
combed the vast
tundras.
she ran  and swam
with the creatures
who shared this earth
then she woke up.

although

although not inclined to sentimentality,
mawkish style,
new beginnings and happy endings
always make
her
smile.

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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