the "i"

the "i" you are
the self within
the growth that
can happen
as each day,
begins.

little robin

little robin
a song to sing
a voice
a choice.
it is spring,
rejoice.

we embrace

although  not quite
the same in visage
and form
it is this precise quality
we embrace.

pretty pinx

pretty pinks
for you,
i thinks.
a joyful sight
for those,
who
might.

heartness

each life is so precious and unique, they touch our hearts in more ways than we have heartbeats

whatever

whatever that be
or the smaller
picture
of society
... we have one life
and when we are gone
the world is still there
and going on
so live each day
with that in mind
ruled by compassion,
and being kind

words flow in the face of a flower

in the face of a flower
words flow with each glance
a story
a sequence,
perhaps not
by chance

if grace

if grace
the beauty
of
a flower face
is

a world of love

rize

up we grow
even if we fall
back up, we rise
walk, swim, fly
 or crawl.

furry nefarious

upon this branch
precarious
i make squirrely plans,
nefarious.

foots up

foots up
turn your head
think positive,
instead!

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 

where i go the yellow stars

where i go
the yellow stars
surround me in
their light.

hey prettypretty

hey prettypretty
purple hair
brown eyelashes
and moustache
yellow face
smiling
don't do
anything
rash.

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

wheel

upon the spokes the turns
the toss of wheel
our lives are spinning.

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

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.

dew and dots

dew and dots
reflecting rain drops
spring in its glory
tells quite the
story.

little redbelly birdie

little redbelly birdie
with nature hobnobbing
such a gift from spring,
the robin.

ponderpidgie

ponderpidgie sits
on concrete ledge
as the world around him
works its moments.

kist

kissed by the probable
the possible
the dreams
which we
cherish.

springsummersalad

springsummersalad
for the soul
a sweet
ballad.

colorbrites

your colors are as bright as you believe them to be

whirled

the world will return to its original state when the skies are cluttered with the beauty of beating wings 

ferret

ferret face
ferret chin
ferret space
the mood
i'm in.

truth

the truth even when written
read and/or forgot
is the truth
whether all
believe it
or not!

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.

alee

will you shelter me
as i grow
from the winds and torments
that you already
know.

butterflowerbutterfly

butterflowerbutterfly
caught between
the heart
and
eye.

suburban moustachio

suburban moustachio
lives for the day
when springs brings
her highlights
and winter no
longer
plays

the insidious castle

imagination
turns to the insidious
castle
when reality
enters
the
moat

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.

zazzle dazzle

my online zazzle link...cool stuff, don't ya think

https://www.zazzle.com/karenlkalmenson

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.

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

sustain!

Morass

In the morass
Of each day
In the fray
The worlds
That I pass
I run out
Of
Gas

sings

nature sings in tones to be heard, from the depths of our hearts, without saying a word

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.

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!

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.