Friday, December 29, 2017

anno nuevo

365  days of moments
a calendar year
we are so very blessed
to still be sitting
so wishes for a most
happy, healthy
2018 and more
each day is a lifetime
for us and for those
we adore.
let peace fill
our world with
unimaginable bliss.
as our earthmother
it does not get

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

by clouds

i will not be defined by clouds
that gather.
but by the road.
i think i'd rather.

Saturday, December 23, 2017

so gentle the rain

so gentle the rain as it tiptoes
lightly on her dreams.

Friday, December 22, 2017


we the beaky bird family
wish you the happiest
and the most very merry.
for this and every day we cheer...
love and good health to all
and most happy

Thursday, December 21, 2017


i stomps in and wishes to say
a most happiest of happy

magic mikey aka santa claws

birdie far

birdies far away
on the lake
thinking about
and planning
a journey they
might take.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

so far she looked

so far she looked
to a place
by dreams she
was carried.

Monday, December 18, 2017


look real close and you will see
we are collection of pigeonry
we get things done by cooperation,
not attrition,
quite unlike your so called human


spread love, peace and joy
to all far and near.
not just this time,
but for ALL of
the year.


one day the spacemen
saw earth and decided
it would be grand
to perhaps get closer
and/or even land.
they looked down
at our petty, cruel and
quarrelsome populace
and thought why ever
would anyone want
to visit this place.
then closer they looked
they saw a few
who really cared.
and then then knew,
that there was hope
between the pockets
of despair,
and off they went,
back up in the air.

Sunday, December 17, 2017

what pretty light

what pretty light
earthen tones
dressed in

Saturday, December 16, 2017

once upon a birdie tree

once upon a birdie tree
she smiles and watched them
thinking about the where
and why
the gift of birds
and how
they fly

Friday, December 15, 2017

the chill

the chill
as winter
and navigates.

Thursday, December 14, 2017


if a blend
there was
of mindful
of souls as one.
with words in
gently brushing past.

the cold the snow

the cold the snow
which way to go
i think i know

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

there are

there are cars and building
when the day is done..
but there is forever
the setting sun.

Monday, December 11, 2017

his tears of ice

his tears of ice
he could not break
nor by warmth
be touched.

be not, by time

be not by time
your heart to make
be not by time
a heart to break
be not by time,
take time in hand
a word, softly
the kindness we
all understand.

Sunday, December 10, 2017

the snow

the snow she fall
gently laughing
as the trees
so gracefully
accept her icy

Friday, December 8, 2017

from here, the cold

from here,
the cold
so stark
so bold.

Thursday, December 7, 2017


here sit I
run I shall
my life is motion
a most peculiar

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

by light

by light she reached
her fingers
the dark rejoiced
in her glory

Monday, December 4, 2017

the sun replies

the sun replies
sitting down
time to rest
the moon will
soon be
in town.

what say the moon

what say the moon
as shine she will
upon all others,
never still.
what say the moon
as clouds pass behind
the sun is coming,
she gently reminds.

Sunday, December 3, 2017

the seeds

feelings are
to be nurtured.

Saturday, December 2, 2017

oh where

oh where times goes,
sweet winter rose.

Friday, December 1, 2017

make of this

make of this what you will
make of this what you say
is not just a thrill
and then go away.


between the walls
not I created
a place grow
but barely sated
limited in
depth width
and scope
a world unstrung
by a fragile


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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