Saturday, August 19, 2017

she danced

she danced...
and when the world
crumbles,
she
mumbles.

Friday, August 18, 2017

meta floored...garage eagle

i am perhaps
a metaphor
for what is
what was
and what
shall be
no
more.

red

red reaches out
branches
beseeching

all

love grows love
hate just breeds
love is all
and the all
that
we
need.

the wall of love...for barcelona

there is no hate that can stop
the wall of love
nor tear down the beauty
by which this wall
erected with the kindness
of compassionate hands
will encircle the earth
and stand in the way
no hatred cannot penetrate
tomorrow nor today!

Thursday, August 17, 2017

the simple the sound

the simple
the sound
the world we
dream of

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

imagery, sweet

imagery, sweet
imagery, kind
soothes the sadness
of the soul
and the aches of
the mind.
nice things to see
nice things to
hear
keeps the troubles at bay
and the softness
so near.

Monday, August 14, 2017

we wait...

will this ever end. will the haters of the world ever realize that hate is a festering, and futile, evil. we send our condolences to those who loved those whose lives were stolen away by that hate and we hope for healing for all injured, physically and emotionally.
we ask very little, yet so much...we ask for peace and love to finally triumph. for hate to recede into the shadows it slithered out from
we wait with each heartbeat, each word, each dream each sound each moment
each day...

the shy, she

the shy,
she hide
behind
she can
her words
her laughter
a protective
fan
in her sheltering
hand.

the merry of berry

the merry of berry..
a tad and
so
very.

birds, bats, bees and butterflys repost

birds, bees, bugs, bats and butterflys

how i love those
on the wing.
music in flight
magical
things.
rumors of fancy,
imaginations
that soar.
thoughts that wonder
and ponder...
searching for more. 

Sunday, August 13, 2017

family, read

together we reach out
to the sun and the sky
together are we
you are you
i am i

Saturday, August 12, 2017

green drops

oh the green drops that tickle
life can be so fickle...

the wizened reach

the wizened reach
a wizards eye view

Friday, August 11, 2017

ask

ask you what
with answers
known
that you will find
when you
are grown

whirlygigz

If flowers had the power of propeller blades
so much love in their wake would be made 

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

iffff

if the world was ruled
by kind hearts
not rabid heads,
perhaps we would have
peace,
instead.

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

twinkling gossamer

twinkling gossamer
sparkles and magic
fairyland wonder
to have missed this,
a blunder.

Monday, August 7, 2017

look into

look into the emptiness
there is much more there
than you could ever
guess.

in the simple

in the simple
the gentle sound
lies the truth 
most profound

Sunday, August 6, 2017

memories like droplets

memories,
like droplets
linger
absorbed
on soft
cushions
or trickle
earthward,
lost in
their moment.

progress

a certain percentage of people will always be part of the cruel and stupid mode, but it seems more and more of us are rising up against these cruelties and those who perpetrate them. as our voices get louder and more prolific, the vile actions of the heartless will perhaps lessen.

laws need to be enacted and enforced so that even those devoid of a moral compass will think twice before putting themselves at the mercy of a court that does its job..

just in justice and protection for all innocents!!!

Saturday, August 5, 2017

unique

be not afraid to shine
to speak your mind
to draw a line.
be not afraid
to be you
stand kind
stand strong
in what you
believe
and
do.

Friday, August 4, 2017

i wish upon a cloud to find

i wish upon a cloud to find
to soothe my heart
and quiet the mind.
a peaceful petal pillow
no inner noise
just the warmth of the wind
such subtle joys

i will think of you

i will think of you
whenever when
i will think of  you
every now and then
i will think of you
when i think no more
and yes,
i could not
love
you
more.

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

fallsnwalls

fallsnwalls
torrential beauty
imagination
does
its
duty.

heartstill

bruised and damaged,
her heart
still
managed.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

peacefields

she runs to hide
among the pinks
the reds
the greens
in peace,
serene.

yell-lows

with you i withstand
the highs and lows...
together.

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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