Monday, October 16, 2017

what love

love is what bind us heart to heart and soul to soul.
love heals
the hurts the pain
and it is love that makes us whole.

the stark

there is a lushness
within the stark
if you listen
you will hear
all the colors

Saturday, October 14, 2017


or end
life is best
when one
has friends.

Friday, October 13, 2017


love from every cell and pore
love again...
then love

my heart, to you

my heart to you
i bring what i believe
the words i speak
the words, still silent
the life i have lived
the one i wish to
live with you
the world as it is
and what it should be,

Thursday, October 12, 2017

there is, but

there is,
but no
or yes
i guess
the joy of fall
then winter's
the sounds of spring
with summers reply
there is but this
she said
with a

Wednesday, October 11, 2017


there has been much written and spoken about rape and sexual abuse since the bill cosby story. now with harvey weinstein and his multitude of offenses, there is more.
rape is as old as man. rape is used as a weapon of war. rape is used as a means to subjugate and control. rape is sex as battering ram...
anyone who forces him/herself on another person, or species, imagines themselves as omnipotent and all powerful, when in actuality they are the miniscule, powerless lower than lows.
many victims stay quiet, out of fear...fear of retribution, fear of being blamed. some of us were just too young and had nowhere to turn. others are of species that do not communicate with the spoken language.
rape will never disappear from the human landscape...but we have the power, as individuals, and as a group, to call out those who continue to rape. to call out those who enable rape. to call out those who turn away and deny.
but we should never blame the victims. this blame game is the rapists best friend.
our strength lies in our commitment to help others, to provide support for those in need and to shut down those who harm...together we can make a dent and each little dent added to another little dent...
a sinkhole for all rapists to drown in!!!
thank you for taking the time to read this

Tuesday, October 10, 2017


little busywhooosh
held onto this tree...
laughing as he said
to himself,
I can see them
but they cannot see

Monday, October 9, 2017

the floating

the floating starts
when landfall seems
more of a nightmare

Saturday, October 7, 2017

add infin-eye-tum

add infin-eye-tum
the glorious chaos
the unending joy
of imagination.

tendril quiet

tendril, quiet
as tranquility
drips down

a ditty for pretty

a ditty for pretty
that simply exist
would be quite the
if this pretty

Friday, October 6, 2017

we were hippies

we were by stars, dusted
by ideals,
now in reality sinks
and it really


to love we bow
our heads and hearts
to love that heals
instead of pulling
to love and its
often not spoken
that makes a whole
out of the sad
and the  broken.
finds a speck of joy
in landscapes, bare.
to love that knows
when we need it
and is


we heal
we move forward.
we follow our

immerse yourself...repost

immerse yourself

in whatever season

you may be....

the season that is

most beautiful,

is the one in

your company.

Wednesday, October 4, 2017


when the imagination is on the run
a bug on a car window
can turn into...
so much fun

world animal day

world animal day
October four.
need reasons for joy
here is one more!

Monday, October 2, 2017


Lost in the evers,
not nows
and whenevers


do we stand together for a minute or so,
or this time can we not let the harmony go

so simple

so simple,
the rose
in its usual


we may lose the ones we love,
as heaven bound they go.
but in our hearts forever,
a place they know as home


by hate we fall.
with love,

Friday, September 29, 2017

the greens

the greens the lush
by sunlight

off we fly

off we fly
the highs
and lows
the wind
that propels us
to where we go.

Wednesday, September 27, 2017


if we draw heartcircles around our world that is crying.
would joy soon appear...seems worth the trying.

upon the face

upon the face
where time has
its hand
a heart that yearns
to understand.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

dreams that run

dreams that run
between sea and sky
never finding a place
knowing why.


for food i search.
i forage here
and there.
some people left me
glad to know they care.
but next time please
a nut or two.
this popcorn will not
really do.
but ooh it sure is
fun to chew.

Monday, September 25, 2017

his love

his love,
she dream
would be petals
on flowers
in gentle

freed dome

stand up,
sit down,
be whoever you are.
hold your ground.
but remember from where
your freedom came.
freedom is much
more than a game!

Saturday, September 23, 2017

radar pretty

radar pretty
watched the world
with eyes as large
as the sun that
kissed her.

a silhouette

a silhouette of prayer
against brick and sky,
we're almost there.

the fringe is

the fringe is where she lives
yearns to belong
yet gets it

Friday, September 22, 2017

little rose

little rose
so tall and bright
the day awaits
beckoned by

a little

a little yes
a little no
i just don't know
which way to

Wednesday, September 20, 2017


let love spill
from what pose it know
as long as it gets where
it needs to go.

tree bark snail tail

tree bark snail tail
where do you go.
the world moves so
yet you move

Monday, September 18, 2017

if dreams 1

  1. if dreams drifted, the earth shifted. in our hearts would we feel gifted

sweet late summer salad

sweet later summer salad
a feast for the eye palate

Sunday, September 17, 2017

the walk i took

the walk i took until i saw
the open book
that you are.
the treasured pages
that you turn
the love that is yours
and mine

brain trussed

what is inside those convolutions
complacent thoughts
or revolution/

Friday, September 15, 2017


twinkle tinkle
fading bat
getting old
and that's a fact
hard to hear
and hard to type
how else am I gonna
losing muscles
gaining pounds
was once a square
now turning round
pimples left
so wrinkles could move in
pardonez moi while I
scoop up all o my chins
memory fails from time to time
breaking my nails
while typing this rhyme
my inner teenager
is a tad confused
the old bat on the cover
is not amused.
oh well I am lucky to still be
here at all.
(I shrunk and I sure miss
being tall)

Thursday, September 14, 2017

she looks at

she looks at life in pieces and bits
trying to make the best of it
stages, phases. buds and stems
a part and yet apart

for what i know

for what I know
the void  not
so much to learn
a life,

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

we are kakapo..repost

we are kakapo

we are kakapo
just in case you
did not know....
we live by night
we lack flight
we prefer
the ground
but we do
climb around.
there are so
few of us
that remain.
we need your help
so please explain
to all that do not
that we are part
of the landscape
and essential
to our land.
thank you for reading
and learning a bit
about us.
we are humble
yet mighty
and do not
want to make
a fuss.

Monday, September 11, 2017

a rose so bright

you are a rose
so bright
the night sky
cries out your name
echoed by the stars
as moonlight

k 9/11 hearts repost

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

if we

if we choose to see
with "blinded" eyes
who will hear
the wounded's  cries
who will reach out
who will go that
one step, far
so we can be better


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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