Saturday, March 17, 2018

crop o the mornin to ya

crop o the morning to ya
orange you glad i stops
by to say
have a most wonderful weekend
and happy st patricks day.
may beakybites be a plenty
as well as poops on the floor.
and joys sentimenty
with those you

lone lee

lone lee he sat
beneath the stripes
of branches on the wall
spring will come
soon he will not be
a lady bird will answer
his call.

Friday, March 16, 2018

for one

for one
each moment
i found a reason

Thursday, March 15, 2018

the world sits on the dashboard

the world sits on the dashboard
of our car.
it follow us,
wherever we are.

i perch

i perch upon the cars i see
in this garage that bustles
with metal

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

so shines the sun

so shines the sun
not upon defeat
but upon the waking
it soon shall

to think a dream

to think a dream
to dream a thinking
moment savored

Tuesday, March 13, 2018


while taking a walk
i looked towards
the ground..
a zenspace waiting
to be

Monday, March 12, 2018


would icebear be a nice bear
as he started to melt.
would he be philosophical
or bitter
about the hand he
was dealt.
would he seek out answers
that could not define
nor provide any solution
just trouble his mind.

gray parfait

tis a gray parfait
of a wintry


i am papa's next door neighbor
i owns the hall
being a dog is such fun
after all.

jigsaw red

jigsaw read
between the

Friday, March 9, 2018

warrior woman

every day is women's day
warrior woman

she lives her life
by her own rules
with an open heart
and zero tolerance
for fools.

Wednesday, March 7, 2018


our meeting will now
come to order
as we all stand
on the border.
pigeon issues to
be discussed.
feel free to poop
if you must.

Monday, March 5, 2018

the way i fly

the way i fly
i look to see
(what was is gone)
only what
is in front of

Sunday, March 4, 2018


jurassic leaf
it is her belief
that imagination
is her station.

(sitting with plant on my lap while hubby driving home from plant store)

when she asks

when she asks
when she questions
that which so close
to her heart,

Friday, March 2, 2018

so gentle the rain

so gentle the rain
tiptap tiptapping
quenching the thirst
of leaves,


love and light,
peace-filled days
and blissful nights..

Monday, February 26, 2018


to see through eyes unclouded by
time, prejudice
to see to the very heart
from a heart willing
to see.
to walk in those
with feet willing to follow
through eyes unclouded
and looking towards


spun by undone
by care
intelligent life
really is

if eye could c

if i could see
behind what
was by curtain
and by distance,

Saturday, February 24, 2018


lonebird sits
as seasons

Friday, February 23, 2018


mirrors and smoke
dust that collects
moments in still life
walls insurmountable
never held

a rose in repose

a rose in repose
never grows
but it holds secrets
that nobody knows.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

if by

if by love
a world appears,
embrace each moment
so fragile and dear.

Tuesday, February 20, 2018


from where we sit
a world so far
ahead we flit,
from where
we are.

Monday, February 19, 2018


animals hurt
animals cry
animals mourn 
when someone they
love dies.
animals care
animals heal
animals are truth
and they know
what is real!

Saturday, February 17, 2018

please be

people out there...please be kind...if you need help with anger, please please get that help before you harm another being...don't let your inner workings destroy the world inside and outside of you.
you have one life, and it is a gift. so make your presence here a gift, not a curse, to others.
thank you to those who already get this and to those who perhaps will.
lives depend on us, what we do or do not do...
treat all others as you wish to be treated,
or you are no more than an expletive,

world pangolin day

happy world pangolin day...celebrate and save these magical beings

Friday, February 16, 2018


and when the sounds 
of hooves,
like thunder
once again roar.
peace shall prevail.

the lives

the lives in tears
for those no longer
the lives in chaos,
and fear.
our heads are
hearts bathed
in tears.

rose in a glass

Heart felt lifted 
Like a rose in a glass 
How tender and velvet 
In dark green morass
Although petal moment
Soon to scatter 
While in the glass 
It does not matter 

looking leaves tree

if you look closely at this birdie tree
you will see
that one of those leaves
is birdie,

Thursday, February 15, 2018


here i sit
calling for spring
what can i
it's birdie

Wednesday, February 14, 2018


sending the world a happy valentine
wishes for peace in this little rhyme
a loving orbit in which to spin.
ah how nice a world we could
live in.

Monday, February 12, 2018

from the hurt

from the hurt
i wish to fly
away so high
i cry.

be not by winter

be not by winter winds
let not the cold unhear
your words
let your truth
reach towards the sun
and sky
the you you really are
will never die.

lang widge

our hearts are the fabric on which love writes its quiet, secret language

Sunday, February 11, 2018

we flock

we flock to destinations
to those who watch
and sometimes us.

be lift

be lift the fog
before she fell
those dancing words.
she knew so well.

Saturday, February 10, 2018


you have your daytime routines
we do, too.
and we do what

Friday, February 9, 2018


made up her mind
to enjoy each day.
but she never had
much to say.


our universe is a miracle never to be truly understood..
which is as it should be..
such is the nature of miracles 

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

that clarity

that clarity when
all seems befogged

Monday, February 5, 2018


be kind
be sweet,
with a heart,
in this
you will never
see defeat.

a world

a world so far
yet barely reaching
i can touch.


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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