Saturday, October 31, 2015

mikey totally adorable

do you see more than just the little bird i am, the bright, sparkling eyes.
the feathers that are not. the ones where they should be.
do you see a being lost in your world. because his is a dream,
do you know i have a history...like you.
i am here now, in this moment.
my history lives with me, but does not define me.
but it is why.
can you look into the envelope, strange and
inviting, reaching for knowledge
and accepting what it gives you.
can you go beyond the boundaries of your
perceived self,
and see
me.

what am i

an ocean creature that swims below
or perhaps a flower that sings of so
many and infinite possibilities

splatter natter

splatter natter what world
creates that does not
appreciate the grandeur.

autumn orange graces

autumn orange graces
of green.
sunlight laughter
glad to be seen.

Friday, October 30, 2015

if love be

if love be what
we make it,so
take the hate
and let it go.

berryspeak

the bright
so grand upon
which i land.
leafcushion
sweet,
beneath
my feet.

up on the palette

upon the palette
our creator
bestowed.
a world of gratitude,
owed.

still

my moving feet and racing
mind,
be still by beauty
not hard
to find.

dreamz

our slumberdreams not
defined nor overtaken
by the shackles and the
finite of situational
chronology.
our waking moments,
in reveries tinted
by the real,
but the real dreams
never muted.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

night lion cubs

between day and night
fear and delight
we wait
we watch
we learn.

Monday, October 26, 2015

part of the last

we are part of the last
hard we hold on
as the sun no longer
warms us.


colors

autumn warm
kind colors
i will try not
to dwell
on the freezing
next that comes
after the
"fell"

we

we have started to fly
to learn our terrain.
then into the world
with its challenges and
disdain.
growing garage eaglets

urban pampas

urban pampas
concrete deserts.
forbidding to some.
but here,
i walk.
garage eagle

Sunday, October 25, 2015

autumn worlds of undulation

undulating shades
earth tones dancing
nature's love so
warm and
entrancing.

owlflower

do you see me as wise
with my large open
eyes.
do i absorb what i see
is that how you
see me.

re: discover

i went forth and back
fro and to.
wherever whenever
there is always
you.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

a tinge remains

a hint
a tint
a tinge
of what
time as not
taken,
remains.
and it is that
little dab
of the brush,
that inspires.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

clouded leopard

clouded leopard
ray of light
your beauty shines
all day and
night.

Monday, October 19, 2015

we too

we two see clouds
and sun and rain
each day we two
start our lives
over again.
we bud
we bloom
we wilt
we fall
but grateful we,
too...
most,
over all.

sunshine flower

sunshine flower
i beseech
share your beauty
spread your reach.
try to help all
people see
that there is sunshine
to be found
if one looks
heartfully.


Sunday, October 18, 2015

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Friday, October 16, 2015

rythrhyme

how goes our heartbeats, so goes the world

your love

your love
in droplets
gently caressing
the arid heart,
in need.

Thursday, October 15, 2015

bespoke the flowers

bespoke the flowers
together arranged.

upon a wire

upon a wire
what can
transpire.

garage eagle nursery rhyme

you might see our world
as dismal beige
and gray.
but we do not see
our world
that way.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

garage eagle moments

some moments
linger,
yet all are gone
too fast.
today is yesterday's
tomorrow.
and tomorrow's
past.

aye-aye

if you are wondering what
if you are asking yourself why...
i am a nocturnal primate
called an aye-aye.
i live in madagascar
and i am endangered, too.
that is why i introduce
myself to you.


Tuesday, October 13, 2015

rows in order

if only life
was organized
in little rows.
why it is not...
heaven knows.

Monday, October 12, 2015

the road

the road
meanders
ganders
wanders
twists
and thinks not
of where why
or how
it is going.

a rose

i see you
a rose
by thorns
guarded,
even if they
are unseen.

last summer roses

we are the last summer roses
as fall pushes in.
the sun bathes us
in glory...
so goes
our story.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

remembrance embrace

memories fall
like flower petals
yet our heartminds
choose to perceive
them in
bloom.

Friday, October 9, 2015

a drift

if truth is set
adrift in
a sea of falsehoods,
it can still
find a
place to anchor.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

penguins

winds and ice,
not very nice.
but mom and dad
make it not so bad.

she runs to flowers

she runs to flowers
swims among the
warm velvet petals
and  leaves of
green beauty,
welcoming
and kind.
and so
a safe harbor,
she finds.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

stripes and circles

stripes and circles
sweet metaphor
our worldly wonders...
and so much more.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

clock, me stop

clock,
me stop
this time
so fast.
the seconds
feel like forever
so soon they
are past.
the moments
a montage
memories
breathing
sweet being
into that
now just images
when inward,
me seeing.

Monday, October 5, 2015

the lull

the lull between wars,
when peace prevails.
by human nature,
will the peace
be assailed.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

toqqi toucan

toqqi toucan
and
rainforest
friends.
they love their
world.
on it they all
depend.

Saturday, October 3, 2015

mikey macaw

hello peeps, critters and beaky snoots.
looks at me and my pink leg
cutes.
and of course my profile
elegant.
any thoughts to the contrary...
irrelevant.

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Friday, October 2, 2015

if for love i reached

how far
if for love
i reached.

life is a tree

life is a tree
loving care it needs
to flourish,
life must be nourished
so tenderly.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

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.

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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