Wednesday, November 30, 2016

the path to clarity

we walk along
the path to clarity
as obstacles litter
but clutter
not
our hearts,
as clear they see
the moment.

how oft i thought

how oft i thought
about the whens
the wheres and whys
no answers
supplied.
so no more questions
of this kind
will i let  further
addle
my already muddled
mind.
so free to see
the beauty
that
can
be.

Monday, November 28, 2016

we are challenged

we are challenged.
easy is a not a word
meant to be lived
but uttered in hope,
the challenges we face
are made all the more arduous
by the complexities inherent in
the human landscapes.
do we slither, bellies downward
or do we rise.
and not let complacency dictate our
every inaction,
as the moments we are present
melt into the larder
of a lifetime given to us.
we are of this moment
the morrow a twinkle in the
eye of a grander presence.

epistle to thistle

to thistle i write
though why
i cannot say.
you once were
a flower.
and then
flew
away.

clouds they

clouds,
yes they make
us old.
but they cannot
make
us
fold!

Friday, November 25, 2016

in this naked, barren tree

in this naked,
barren tree
we have each
other's
company.

mist...repost

Mist

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.

today we pray for the earth

today we pray,
for the earth,
our mother,
her skies
her seas
her earth
her mountains.
her children that
dwell in all
corners and
spaces.
today, we pray.
with hope
and love
on our
faces.

Thursday, November 24, 2016

hints and tones

hints and tones.
when the subtle
is sometimes as
powerful as that
which shouts
out loud.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

thank full

we are here to write
here to love
here to work
here to change
here to be
here to feel
here...
and for that we
are thank full!

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

we hide

we hide who we are,
our feathery soft
vulnerabilities,
behind branches
and brambles,
lost to the sweet
and the sorrows.
experiential filters
do not discern,
so all is left,
unopened.

Monday, November 21, 2016

autumnwall

autumn wall

autumn wall
not spring
at all
nor summer sun
winter not yet
begun.

Sunday, November 20, 2016

leavings

when in the once
was of our daily
lives,
the leavings remain.
do we surmise.


Saturday, November 19, 2016

the yesterday shadow

the yesterday shadow
lets go not of what was.
as it clouds what
can be.

Friday, November 18, 2016

you might

you might find me
where you lost yourself.
you might find you
not lost
at all.

garageaglespeak

i contemplate
i peruse
i look about
i win
i lose.

trunk

time to throw out
the funk in the trunk
life is too short and
precious
to keep all
that
junk!

Thursday, November 17, 2016

mikeybites

i needs a human upon
which to chew.
you the closest,
so mommy
chose 
you!

mikey's story...

they see

they see each other
by age, unmarred.
not hurt by life,
nor battle
scarred.

the once upon

the once upon
that then was
real
did she not know
that it too,
would go.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

the part, we are

the part we
are of the
magic and
wonder,
upon our heart,
depends.

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

a pretty day

a pretty day
camera goes
snap
moving forward
there is no
going
back.

Monday, November 14, 2016

little pinks

little pinks
where do you go.
when warm sun
is gone
and it starts
to
snow.

the howl

the howl

There was a time the world was ours
No big tall buildings, no noisy cars
No people with guns, shooting at
Everything they see
When we could howl
As a family
When we could roam our world
At will
Not worrying about if we would
Be killed
The moon our beacon, the sun our friend
We did not think this would ever end

when, perhap

when perhaps
pronounced
said i
a dose of love
would
change.
the world would
orbit round
and round.
by harmony,
arranged.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

here sit i

here sit i
between the
earth
and
the
sky.

Saturday, November 12, 2016

at oftentimes

at oftentimes
the night begins
when the daylight
loses
its
luster.

Friday, November 11, 2016

letter to donald trump

you have the power to change the world

and the world needs changing.

so we ask of you to hear the voices of those unable to speak, enter ballot boxes. or march on city streets.

our citizens of fur, feather, fins, claws, paws, scales...those who slither, fly, leap, stalk, crawl., just like us, they want to make a living for those they love and  for themselves, in peace.

please hear the cries of the enslaved, hidden, tormented, hunted.

as you sit and digest the vast and unexplored implications of this new position you worked so hard to attain, can you see the world as a vast city of many beautiful life forms.  can you think of your son barron and the world you wish him to grow up in.

a legacy of compassion and hope can be yours to achieve, if you open your heart and mind to the magic garden our earth was meant to be.

so we ask you, please step up and work with us.  be a part of restoring our earth to the glorious gift that it is.  time and the tides of sorrow have overtaken far too many.

the time to save the world is now!

thank you.




veterans 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.

if we work hard and pray,
perhaps one day all wars
will go away

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

photo contest

would you please
for me cast
a
vote.
thank you much
and that all
she
wrote

http://karenlyonskalmenson.onelifeawards.com/

squirrelrun

i am in a hurry.
where to go.
nuts to gather,
that is all
i know.
in the moment
is what i do.
trees, leaves
and sky
will get
me through.

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

be that

be that as it will
be that as it won't
take life's bitter pill?
oh no,
i won't.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

wall of fall

we miss the languid
summer,
its steaminess
now wall of fall
not bad
at
all.

Friday, November 4, 2016

speak up

speak up
speak up for the land
the land that sustains.
her waters her wonders
the beauty the grace
that is our earth mother.
embrace this orb that
she loved so much
that she had to share
it,
with us.

Thursday, November 3, 2016

powernoid

the need for power....

is it power for powers sake or

is it a need to control the world outside to perhaps quiet the restless, uncomfortable
traveler within.

is there any feeling of satiety or just a hunger.

some warped permutation of both.

how much of their humanity is lost along the way

and do regrets ever overtake them.

golden

golden ruffles
kissed by orange
tones.
winds are muffled
autumn days
like this
stand
alone.

mikeynailbiter

oh human and their politricks
and the politicians that think
they are so slick
the country going in each and
every wrong direction.
quite the nail biter this election.
perhaps things would be smooth
and not so raw
if the world were run by i,
the noble macaw.

clucksquawktweetlikeaboss

my story:
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Wednesday, November 2, 2016

of flowerstripes

i have no gripes
with flower stripes
nor plants that
live in bunches.
i look i smile
i stare a while
and leave with neither
clues nor hunches.

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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