Friday, June 23, 2017

daze

the day is short
the day is long
you can be right
you can be wrong
you can wonder
or just wonder why
you can laugh
or you
can cry
but as long
as you can do
you can be
the
best
of
you.

be thee a rose

be thee a rose,
not by thorns
nor buds
defined.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

pangolin...repost

Do you know me
I am a pangolin
I try to survive
My numbers getting thin
People eat my babies
Take my home from me
Can you help stop
This misery?

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

love us

love us,
will you
when petals
fall
and color fades

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

new world, disordered

we once had thoughts
now that is for naught
we once had ideas.
no need for them here.
we once had a dream
now that is video streamed
no need to create
with everything poured
onto our plates.
we once had occupations
now lost to
technomechanical
machinations
we once got off our
chairs...
we no longer go
anywhere.
these toys we created
to liberate us...
now they outdate us.
oh where is yesteryear..
gone forever,
i fear.

Monday, June 19, 2017

how far the world you see from tears

how far the world
you see through tears
the cokebottle blur
the sounds
you hear.

treerose

treerose
smile
together,
for a while.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

will anybody cry for me, asked he

will anybody cry for me,
asked he.
sardonically.
from the twist
that sits where
a heart
once beat
now bitter
nectar,
in defeat.

elf hats and candle tips

she dances in a world
of elf hats and candle tips
flickering lightsounds
smiles enchanting...

Friday, June 16, 2017

be YOUR best

be YOUR best.
do not compare yourself with your inner expectations or those of others.
do not look compete with standards or actions of those who are not you.
do not judge yourself. do not ask of yourself more or less than you ask of others.
in that state of quiet reflection, you will find who you really are and what your best really is...
your best is YOU.
namaste
love and light
peace-filled days
and blissful nights

Thursday, June 15, 2017

the bee

the bee finds his truth
in the sweetest center,
there the essence of
his existence
manifest and
proud.

orcas dream...for orca awareness month

we dream of oceans,

not swimming pools.

where we can live by

our own,

not human

rules.

we dream of our pods.

our unbreakable bonds,

that spread over the seas,

and far beyond.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

lion eyez




the world we see
through lion eyes
we hunt we scavenge
we live for the pride.
a world once large
we roamed
that world we called
our home.
now only unsafe
small spaces remain.
oh how we wish things
never changed.

Monday, June 12, 2017

with

i want to know your touch of healing
the beauty you share
your wealth of feeling
i need to know that
when there is noone to talk to me
i can feel you walk with me
i need to know that
when it
all goes dark
that you will send me
your most radiant spark
i do believe that
being in your light
will somehow
make
everything
all right

pidgie love

our concrete lovenest
here we rest
and groom
no matter how
small a space
our hearts have
infinite room.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

if confusion were a pretty place

if confusion were a pretty place
a jungle of colors
seeking out a space
to rest and perhaps
realign
then confusion
i would
not
mind.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

the subtle rebuttal

caught in a muddle
of subtle
rebuttal
nuances
shade
winning
or
played.

sleepy rose

sleepy rose
to face
the
day.

Friday, June 9, 2017

flowerface

flowerface
asks not for
time nor place

the little loves

the little loves we share
that touch our hearts
that warm our days
that inhabit our thoughts
the little loves
larger than life it seems
the life sometimes
that is lived
in
dreams

Thursday, June 8, 2017

daft comeydy jammed

he said she said
yawn time to go
to bed.
did he did he not
ergo so sickens
the plot.
drama theatrics
the whole crew
needs psychiatrics
as the world is imploding
pointed questions
some with goading
disharmonius
the beltway
in full balonius
(do we the peeps
look stupid to you...
well, i suppose
we do.)
next stop
she said with
a groan...
a hybrid of the outer limits
and the twilight zone.


the blanks i draw

the blanks i draw
between the
ahems
and haws

pinkpair

pinkpair
pretty
petals


Wednesday, June 7, 2017

an open place

an open place
warm and inviting.
one does not always
need exciting.

Monday, June 5, 2017

vibeflower

if everyone experienced a shift in their inner focus, took stock of what really is and what really matters, the vibe would spread like joyful lovefire, engulfing all in its warmth, passion and compassion.

sunlettes

for sunlettes i pray
little bursts of light
to take us through
the day.

Sunday, June 4, 2017

some are snowflakes

did you ever watch
the snowflakes grow
in the summer,
as 
you
go.

crumpled


many lives you
have taken.
blood flows
in the wake
of your hatred.
tears trail close
behind the misery
of your deeds.
crumpled bodies,
hearts and lives
trampled.
this is the path you
have chosen to
forge.

life means nothing to you
as you bask in the results
of your misguided ideologies.
but where is the logic,
for without the life you
were given,
you would not be here for
those ideologies you
embrace.
in life,
you take life
sometimes your own
but always others.

do you ever slow down and
ask yourself,
simply,
why.
really look inside the emptiness
you aspire to.
there is a heart in there,
an innocent child you
once were....that
still lives within who
you think you are.







Saturday, June 3, 2017

lifequiz

life can be a matter of true or false
also a case of multiple choice.
an essay to be written
retyped and or erased
lived and remembered
in a state of
grace.


little shy

little shy
why do you
hide.
of your beauty
the world is
deprived.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

rosetears

tears of grief
droplets of relief
sprinkles of kindness
or shear disbelief.

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

he railed

he railed,
derailed
by what life
had done
the chances
he felt he
never had
before it had
all begun.
the losses,
the insults
the wrongs done
to him
his own faults
unknowing
his visions
so dim.
the pains he had
suffered
the suffering he caused
if asked why his
answer would be
simply,
because.
he pointed all
fingers outward
never directed within
his potential destroyed
this his greatest sin.
and yet when all was
said and done,
from himself he
could not run.

at last in peace
eternal repose
what could he
have been if
he were well
one can only
suppose.


touched, by not

touched by not
the world outside
his soul so pure
he navigates
not engulfed
but absorbed
by the mire
his love remains,
unbroken.

and when

and when the spacemen landed on earth
they looked around,
with glee and mirth
the two legged humans
that overpopulate
would be great decorations
for their walls and plates.
the hapless homo sapiens
as they realized their fate
also realized their own
cruelties,
but alas
it was
too
late!

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

the howl...repost

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.

Monday, May 29, 2017

leavz

the leaves that are pages
the pages that are leaves
as our lives unfold
from young to old.
each nanolife contained
by feelings
hurts and healings
happy moments
misgivings
and dealings.

Friday, May 26, 2017

animals

 animals are the living embodiment of wisdom, pronounced but never spoken 

if peace

if peace were a chip
a gemstone
a rock
something tactile
would hate and
war
stop.
if peace could
be traded
dressed up
or paraded
molded or sold
silver and or
goldplated
if peace were
more than just
an
idea
then perhaps
we would
find peace
around
here.

memorial day

memorial day

On memorial day we honor those who have served
The army, air force, marines, the navy , the reserves
We honor those who fought so that we could be free
To enjoy our careers, our friends, our families
We honor those who made the ultimate sacrifice
So we would not pay the worst possible price
To be enslaved, our freedoms torn
Into a lifeless world our children would be born.
This is not about being in favor of war
We all hate the bloodshed, the pain, the gore
This is about people who did what had to be done
Here is hoping that one day,
Wars will be none.

and this includes our four legged friends,
of loyalty, love and valor
even after the end♥

Thursday, May 25, 2017

upon my hearthead i balance a tear

upon my head i balance
a tear
upon my head
yet
my heart is
so near.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

laven-dew

laven do
not dry my tears
sweet green leaf
pillows
upon which
my head
can dream of love
and joy,
instead.

what by time

what by time
a rose is touched
each petal
a mime
of
sweet, fragrant
rhyme.

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.

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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