Tuesday, May 23, 2017

before the tears...for manchester

before the tears
before the cries
of those who were
injured
of those who
have
died.

before the tears
the music rang
people rejoiced
carefree,
as they sang.

before the tears
the normalcy
plans for their lives
their families.

before the tears
now broken
with grief.
as in shock we sit
still in disbelief.

before more tears
please stop all this hate
blood spilled
fixes nothing,
for
too many,
far too late.

rest in peace
those who lives
were stolen away.
as we the survivors
start this most
saddened
day.



Monday, May 22, 2017

you leave

you leave me here
you drop me there
i don't know why
you do not care.
i ask for nothing
i gave it all
how far down do
i have to fall
what will happen to me
i do not know.
but how could you
just let me go....
love,
the companion animal you just abandoned

we measured, by

we measured by
what we are taught
what we learn
what is for naught
we are
 measured by
we measure, too
but does the false
measure
the
true.

the lyrical of miracles

by thorns the prickly world,
satirical
in spite of it all
i still believe
in
miracles.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

imagin-eye

in the corner of my
imagin-eye
i thought i saw
a
butterfly.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

metaflor

flowers as a metaphor
ask for less
accept much more.

crumpled sun's light

the crumpled sun's light
from within
cannot protect her
from all
the
din.

Friday, May 19, 2017

in moments

in moments where
i shout out loud
how to be heard
above the crowd.
to send a message
loud and clear.
what it is,

exactly...
i cannot hear.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

if time was a rose

if a rose was time
a wheel of spokes and
thorns that spin
from the clock
within.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

rantus politicatus

and in a nest of silly tweets
he chooses to plant his
leaden feet.
we want the truth
the people beg
while our presidente lays
another egg!

smile

smile knows not what
or how nor where,,,,
just now.

if by a flower

if by a flower
the heart
defined.
the world of hate
we have
declined
the world of love
we shall embrace
the layers of life
on a flower
face.

Monday, May 15, 2017

words

words contort 
words twist
but the heart
of the word
is never missed.

rantrums

rantrums
tantrums
verbiage
tired of this
endless
empty
barrage
yakking
cracking
just to hear
themselves talk...
makes more sense
when our
parrot squawks.
so keep a close
eye on the ways
you are blessed.
then you will
really understand
this mess.

a rose too

a rose your love
a world above
what swirls below
to your love,
i go.

Friday, May 12, 2017

stand

upon this world so tall
we stand,
too small our knowledge
so much
to
understand.

threellow

when beauty greets the heart
and eye
awaken to its
promise.

Thursday, May 11, 2017

flight

the path of truth
cuts deeps its
flight
through murky
cloud
deceptions.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

littlebirdie

littlebirdie
quick and bright
keeps her busy days
and her sweet sweet
nights.

flora floatastica

flora floatastica
rises above
the earth below
basks in
her shade.

Monday, May 8, 2017

every

every act of kindness feeds the soul to overflowing.

weirdflowerbeardflower

weirdflowerbeardflower
does not care
if you are neither here
nor there.
weirdflowerbeardflower
lives to accept,
to
be respected
and share that
respect.
weirdflowerbeardflower
follows her own path,
a life not dictated by others
rules or wrath.
weirdflowerbeardflower
stands alone and strong.
living by her own integrity
she gets
along.

orb

our planet was an eden
ripe with promise, lush
life
meant to be savored
caring about our world
is more than today's
latest flavor.
cherish the gift of
this precious blue orb
love and by this love
you will 
be 
absorbed.

Saturday, May 6, 2017

skeye

does heaven see the world below
when we come when we go
as we mill about our day.
does heaven follow
or look
away.

fogsplotchedwindow

from where she sat
the world she saw
from the fogsplotchedwindow
of her perception.

Friday, May 5, 2017

flowersprinkle

oh dust me yes
with softest rain
those  moments,
sweet
which keep us sane.
those little seconds
the hours they seem
though never mentioned
that feel like
a
dream.

aging

the aging process
is a funny bird,
it bites you without
ever saying
a word.

the poop

politics war
etc
our spirits droop...
no worries says cooper
and dats
da
scoop
:poop:

Thursday, May 4, 2017

three

what world we chose
one of three
the past, the present
or
futurity.

springview

how far ahead the world
around
if peace instead
of war
was
found.

Monday, May 1, 2017

in fertile fields

her thoughts are flowers
in fertile fields
they come and go
they wane
they
grow.

may, you

may,
you
bring
peace
warmth
flowers
sun
joy
life
more life
and
enough love
to fill
the world
and reach
the cosmos.

Sunday, April 30, 2017

colorama

so soft we sleep
we rise to
see
the world
as one
and,
as
we.

be not, by tears

be not by tears,
you petals bowed.
feel bathed in hope,
instead.

Friday, April 28, 2017

curly queu

did you ever wait on
a curly queue
without knowing
what
to
do.

well

we only love well if we love without preconceived notions and with total acceptance

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

darkcorner candle

you are my darkcorner candle
when all else
seems dim.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

amarillo

amarillo saw the sun today
smiling,
then it went away.

Monday, April 24, 2017

mothflower

am i moth
am i a flower
the answer lies
in imagination's
power.

fuzzybuzzyheadyteddyflower

i think i am a
teddy bear.
or perhaps a flower
either one is
fair.

velvet

to touch the heart.
so gently spoke
in velvet tones
of love
and
hope.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

papa's falcon


papa's falcon
of big yellow
feets
drops by to see papa
for both,
quite a treat.

Friday, April 21, 2017

pinkness

her reveries
sweet pinkness
soft cushions
petals uplifting

leafheart

be wilted, he
by time and years
that passed
he could not
catch his breath
as now he sits
with memories
vibrant and warm
they
fill up those cold spaces
of life slipping by.
his eyes sparkle life
as his hands shake
and swell.
a life time soon spent
with so much
to tell.

he reaches for soft sleep
his nights sometimes betray
he closes his eyes
and breathes in
each day.


eyez

eyes open
eyes close
but heart sees
and heart,
knows.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

komodos...repost

komodos

i beg your pardon.
but there are
komodo dragons
in your garden.

threespin

spinning twirling
dancing whirling
green leaf skirt
curling.

toucanflower

oh i am a toucanflower
soaring above
each minute and hour
higher than the trees
as clouds caress my wings
while back here on earth
my heart still
sings.

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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