the "i" you are
the self within
the growth that
can happen
as each day,
begins.
Monday, April 30, 2018
Sunday, April 29, 2018
Friday, April 27, 2018
Wednesday, April 25, 2018
Monday, April 23, 2018
Sunday, April 22, 2018
heartspace
the tears will come when a heart so full feels the need to empty some of its sorrows.
so, too, time will cushion that sorrow as sweet, wistful memory of your years together breathes softly into that heartspace
so, too, time will cushion that sorrow as sweet, wistful memory of your years together breathes softly into that heartspace
Saturday, April 21, 2018
hey prettypretty
hey prettypretty
purple hair
brown eyelashes
and moustache
yellow face
smiling
don't do
anything
rash.
purple hair
brown eyelashes
and moustache
yellow face
smiling
don't do
anything
rash.
Friday, April 20, 2018
and so
and so it begins, perhaps a pot of gold will not greet you at destinations end, or perhaps life itself IS the pot of gold
Wednesday, April 18, 2018
earth mother laments...repost
When the earth mother created this planet,
For man and all creatures
A garden was borne, of her beautiful features
A haven of habitats varied,
nurtured with care
Embraced by the blue green of the sea
the blue greys of sky and air
The deep browns of the mountains
The harsh desert sands
icy whitish extremes
of the vast frozen lands
and now she sits watching
her world slip away
the animals she cherishes
nearing their last days
Tuesday, April 17, 2018
my life, a perch
my life a perch
upon which i sit.
between these
perches,
i live,
i flit.
perhaps a
better life
i deserve.
but mostly,
for safety,
i choose to
observe.
upon which i sit.
between these
perches,
i live,
i flit.
perhaps a
better life
i deserve.
but mostly,
for safety,
i choose to
observe.
Monday, April 16, 2018
Sunday, April 15, 2018
Friday, April 13, 2018
whirled
the world will return to its original state when the skies are cluttered with the beauty of beating wings
Sunday, April 8, 2018
blue
my name is blue
i can see you
you take my picture
i do what pigeons do.
i have a pigeon
story to tell
and i hope you do so
perhaps well.
a choppy life
is ours on the wing
searching for shelter
food and friends
pigeon things.
we stay together as
a flock
to resolve,
problems that alone
we could never solve.
some people like us
most consider us pest
pigeons being pigeons
and doing our best.
i can see you
you take my picture
i do what pigeons do.
i have a pigeon
story to tell
and i hope you do so
perhaps well.
a choppy life
is ours on the wing
searching for shelter
food and friends
pigeon things.
we stay together as
a flock
to resolve,
problems that alone
we could never solve.
some people like us
most consider us pest
pigeons being pigeons
and doing our best.
Saturday, April 7, 2018
Friday, April 6, 2018
bullied
i try to go to school with a smile
while torment awaits,
i too wait
for a while.
i never did anything to you
why do you treat me
with such scorn.
sometimes i wish
i was never born.
i try my best to
ignore
but whatever i
do or do not say,
you keep on
doing more.
why are you this way.
do you not see
that you are really
hurting me.
perhaps one day
you will comprehend
that the pain you
have
caused
will
never
end.
while torment awaits,
i too wait
for a while.
i never did anything to you
why do you treat me
with such scorn.
sometimes i wish
i was never born.
i try my best to
ignore
but whatever i
do or do not say,
you keep on
doing more.
why are you this way.
do you not see
that you are really
hurting me.
perhaps one day
you will comprehend
that the pain you
have
caused
will
never
end.
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.
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.
sans
the skies were once filled with fluttering wings
the angels on earth,
magic flying things
now empty the clouds
as tears fall like rain
a world without birds...
a world that cannot
Wednesday, April 4, 2018
Monday, April 2, 2018
bat mobeeel
once upon a time there
was an old bat
she drove her old car
this way and that.
she did not venture
very far
nor very fast
when she remained in park
she had a blast.
was an old bat
she drove her old car
this way and that.
she did not venture
very far
nor very fast
when she remained in park
she had a blast.
lega-see
what type of legacy do you want to leave
what are the principals in which you
believe.
teach by example
live the way
show that kindness
truly
rules
the
day!
what are the principals in which you
believe.
teach by example
live the way
show that kindness
truly
rules
the
day!
april fools plus one
i opened my eyes,
looked out the window
and waddya know
april fools plus one
has brought some snow
boohoo boohoo
i cries into my tissues
old man winter has some
serious letting go
issues.
looked out the window
and waddya know
april fools plus one
has brought some snow
boohoo boohoo
i cries into my tissues
old man winter has some
serious letting go
issues.
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings