although in life we are not always victorious
the sound of laughter is
always glorious.
and often times
uproarious.
Friday, January 31, 2020
if kindness had a face
if kindness had a face
what would we see
would a smile look back at us,
innocently.
kindness can be found
with introspection
look into your heart
and at your own
reflection💓
what would we see
would a smile look back at us,
innocently.
kindness can be found
with introspection
look into your heart
and at your own
reflection💓
the biggys
we do not particularly like the cold
it will be over sort of soon
we have been told
but with our lives, together
even cold is gold.
it will be over sort of soon
we have been told
but with our lives, together
even cold is gold.
Monday, January 27, 2020
under the storm
under the storm above
i hold my ground
among the perilous
and querulous
the misanthropes
and misinformed
as in swarms
they tend
to
form.
i hold my ground
among the perilous
and querulous
the misanthropes
and misinformed
as in swarms
they tend
to
form.
where can we find
where can we find a little love
not in a book
a lonely nook
heartbeats that
are never heard
love spoken softly
with out
a
word
not in a book
a lonely nook
heartbeats that
are never heard
love spoken softly
with out
a
word
Friday, January 24, 2020
year of
tomorrow starts the year of the rat
sayeth we rodents
not dogs and not cats
no birds not fish
oh how you all wish
but that is that
this year honors
we rats🐀
sayeth we rodents
not dogs and not cats
no birds not fish
oh how you all wish
but that is that
this year honors
we rats🐀
ever if
ever if ever
the gentleness
inside our hearts
could fix
this
mess.
if kindness could
ripple
like a stream
alas it is always
good to dream.
the gentleness
inside our hearts
could fix
this
mess.
if kindness could
ripple
like a stream
alas it is always
good to dream.
Monday, January 20, 2020
Friday, January 17, 2020
i write
i write for us these sweet refrains
in this world,
of so much pain.
i search for pillows
where our heads can dream
of a world,
not this.
not as
it seems.
perhaps the awakening truly
resounds
when we hear our own
heartsounds.
allow the warmth with
which we were born
not to
be wounded or
walked upon.
and doing such
in a gentle way
that cannot be denied
nor can it
be
played.
in this world,
of so much pain.
i search for pillows
where our heads can dream
of a world,
not this.
not as
it seems.
perhaps the awakening truly
resounds
when we hear our own
heartsounds.
allow the warmth with
which we were born
not to
be wounded or
walked upon.
and doing such
in a gentle way
that cannot be denied
nor can it
be
played.
in the little places
in the little places we would not dare to go
those empty spaces
that we all know
in those darkest corners
where fear prevails
hope love finds you
on this lonely
trail.
those empty spaces
that we all know
in those darkest corners
where fear prevails
hope love finds you
on this lonely
trail.
Wednesday, January 15, 2020
Monday, January 13, 2020
ode to decrepitude
ode to decrepitude
this so called aging process
is so very rude.
aches and pains
where you did not know
you have parts.
(even laughter
causes farts)
wrinkles
tinkles
cracks and jowls
i'd like to rail at all of this
but i would hurt myself
if i howled.
falling down
instead of falling in love
yeeks who invented
all of the above
if i could chose between
wisdom or smooth skin
and sparkly eyes.
a wise choice i would not make
i surmise.
yes life is a gift
even for we prunes.
but why does this gift
now resemble
a ruin.
this so called aging process
is so very rude.
aches and pains
where you did not know
you have parts.
(even laughter
causes farts)
wrinkles
tinkles
cracks and jowls
i'd like to rail at all of this
but i would hurt myself
if i howled.
falling down
instead of falling in love
yeeks who invented
all of the above
if i could chose between
wisdom or smooth skin
and sparkly eyes.
a wise choice i would not make
i surmise.
yes life is a gift
even for we prunes.
but why does this gift
now resemble
a ruin.
i am walking a path
i am walking a path i have walked before
but now the treads are not so deep
and my feet are sore.
i am taking a route
both old,
and new.
the difference is,
my internal
view.
but now the treads are not so deep
and my feet are sore.
i am taking a route
both old,
and new.
the difference is,
my internal
view.
Friday, January 10, 2020
Wednesday, January 8, 2020
Monday, January 6, 2020
in love
in love we stand
in love we can
be grand
in love arm to arm
in love
hand in hand
in love for the better
the
greater good
in love we have power
and in love,
we should!
in love we can
be grand
in love arm to arm
in love
hand in hand
in love for the better
the
greater good
in love we have power
and in love,
we should!
Saturday, January 4, 2020
Friday, January 3, 2020
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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