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.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

if the world were pretty flowers

if the world were pretty
flowers
heartfragrance
sweet
open arms
of petals, soft.
green grass
embracing
dance.
warm lovelight
ever lasting....
this world
would  have
a
chance.


new anced

what we see
as the sun rises
and sets
what we give
and what we get
what we pray for
and for what
and why
we are prey.
when will
these sorrows
go
away.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

unis

nous sommes unis
toujours et
aujourd'hui.

Saturday, November 14, 2015

how does

how does one go from the innocence of conception to committing the inconceivable?



 let us pray for all those whose lives are threatened and shattered by terror and let us pray that sanity and compassion will someday prevail and that these unspeakable miseries will be no more.

Friday, November 13, 2015

for those

for those who have lost their lives
for those that love them.
for those who wait
and wait
tears streaming
hoping,
as fear grips their
every breath.

for those who hate
who think that somehow
ideology overrides
basic human decency..
whose own basic goodness
has been destroyed by
their own delusions.
as they are now in a morass
lined with the blood
of their victims

yes, we pray.

we pray for miracles...
for that little spark in all
of us...
that place where love
can and does exist.
we pray that somehow
this stops,
that sanity and kindness
gently insinuate themselves
in the darkest of corners.

and the light that is goodness
will embrace the earth,'

we pray.





if by love

if by love
your heart
is taken.
may that heart
never be
breaking.
and if perhance
that
it will be.
you can love again,
most joyfully.


Thursday, November 12, 2015

crouching mikey....hidden dragon

i am meant to be wild and wild i am.


my name is magic mikey and my life,
complicated.
to abuse, misery and neglect i was
once relegated.
then rescued i was by a helping wing.
and finally i learned
that life is  a good thing.
two kind human beings adopted me
just as i was.
a plucked little parrot,
bald, with some feathers and fuzz.
but they saw my spirit and helped
me  dream once again.
i call them my staff and also
my bestest friends.

for those who want to be guardians of birds such as me.
please understand the difficulty.
we need love, attention, proper nutrition
and good medical advice.
we are not objects for vanity
or decoration..
that not very nice.

so if you comprehend what
it takes to be employees of
those like me
adopt from a shelter....
for the best
avian company

thanks you

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Wednesday, November 11, 2015

redberry corsage

redberry corsage
mini beauty
barrage.

for my father and all veterans

if we work hard and pray,
perhaps one day all wars
will go away
for my father on veteran's day
they stormed the beaches
on that cold gray day.
they did not know what to do
nor what to say....
they ran straight ahead into enemy fire
friends around them shot dead
such scenario dire.
yet fought they did
for the freedoms they believe.
we are thankful for those who made it
and for those who didnot, we grieve.
for without these heroes
we could not type these words
stand for that which matters
have our voices heard.

magic of fall

the magic of fall
colorwonderwall.

Monday, November 9, 2015

lazy daisy

lazy daisy still loves to play.
she wants the cold weather
to go away.
she wishes that there was
something she could do.
guess what, pretty flower
some of us agree
with you.

when images

when images speak for the
words unable to
utter a sound of
their own.

Saturday, November 7, 2015

rememberglow

pretty november,
how in memories
you glow.
so far removed
from what
i used to know.
your angry tarnish
now glowing and fine.
such tricks we play
on hearts and our
minds.

Thursday, November 5, 2015

badgely

honey badger is what i am.
and tough i need to be.
life out here is
perilous
and yes i can be quite
querulous.


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Wednesday, November 4, 2015

life tree reaches

life tree reaches
the sky to touch
each branch a song
she loves so much.
and in that spirit
she embraces all.
warm summer, soft
spring,
bare winter,
bittersweet
fall.

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what you do.
we are here...
and so are you.

we face..garage eagle lore

we face the same issues
(not always do we agree)
but we tackle each problem
in harmony.

Monday, November 2, 2015

so far the bridge

so far the bridge
she watched.
lives milling upon
it
she imagined that
they looked
out over
the bridge
and wondered
about those perhaps
looking at them.
and for a second,
in a space not known,
their lives and eyes,
met.

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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