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Listen, The birds Sing

Published March 5, 2014 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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“Shhhh, listen to the birds sing”,

My grandfather said;

As a young girl I listened,

And the birds sang.

“Shhhh, listen to the birds sing”,

I said as a mother;

My children listened,

And the birds sang.

“Shhhh, listen to the birds sing”,

My children say;

Their children listen,

And the birds sing.

Masks

Published March 3, 2014 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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It covers your soul as darkness draping over the sunlight,

Your Spirit seeking the world with penetrating eyes,

An undisputable wave, a persuaded glance,

A vanity inside abides,

Fragmented consumed exhibits –

You build –

Pieces as shattered glass,

Dusted with suffering in prolonged time,

Whirling with frenzy, becoming a dance

With mere thoughts of an empty heart-

Longing an eternity of dual hearts;

You guard your soul knowing your mask

Stands alone and fragile, seeking strength and fortitude,

Posing evolved and amassed, yet with little understanding;

Statutes unfair do never-rest, and never ends,

Leading only to bareness – far and wide;

A prisoner kept inside your encased wearied mask.

Do not accede to life’s ragged hand slaying your treasure,

Disrobe the mask you wear and sanction-

Your love and tranquility in a time to come;

Allow your soul to breathe unleashed –

Love’s Attire

Published February 4, 2014 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Clothe me in your body’s gown,

Raise my spirit to heaven’s crown,

Through the years of solitude,

I watched the seasons change their moods.

High in the leaves of the old oak tree,

A blue bird sings a cheerful reveille.

My restless spirit fills the air,

The mountain’s presence everywhere,

I lift my hands wearing nature’s somber dress,

Dancing in the moonlight’s painted loveliness.

There is no pain or tears tonight,

As I lay in peaceful sleep once more,

Beneath the sky’s restful spell foretold,

And wait the sun’s waking rise,

And by her side is morning’s fire,

I will clothe you in my love’s attire.

Night is Nigh (once again)

Published January 20, 2014 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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The night is nigh with parting day,

Winds blow slowly over land,

As I plod homeward on my weary way,

And sunset dips behind the man,

Far from the maddening crowds and stressful life,

The pleasing anxious night is nigh,

Leaving arms of warmth this blissful day,

A kindred spirit shall be my mate,

Let me see him at daylight’s break,

And while the sun sets on my lawn,

And as the brook babbles near my ear,

My love will erase all my fear,

Gentle hands stroke my hair,

Heart of strength press me close,

The more he gave, the less I spoke,

A slumberous sound and loving dreams,

I welcome night and the silent breeze,

The night is nigh, and I am pleased.

Autumn Play

Published December 13, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Laughing children on a sunny day,

barns stacked full with fresh baled hay,

ripened apples on trees in a row,

autumn leaves scattered on the ground below.

Children play in flowered fields,

grazing horses dot the rolling hills,

night is nigh with star splashed sky,

and night will dance with fireflies

Mourned Lost Time

Published December 6, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Your unwavering stance

Occupied a barren region,

Lingering there like a withering flower

Before you ultimately departed;

I suffered beforehand –

Missing our laughs, and talks,

And trips to new places –

I endured your scarcity;

I mourn we loss the time

To conquer our declining bonds,

Previous to your leaving, and you

Finding a new dwelling place,

Somewhere I cannot visit – presently;

The ever unfathomable crevice

Between us –

Befalls a mystery to me,

I meditate upon the why.

What threw us into that chasm?

Our not holding each other dear,

Dropping us into that never ending abyss –

I assumed it would pass with the rain,

Then we would have another day,

Another laugh, another talk, one more hug.

It never came to pass –

With great sadness –

Tears grasp around my throat, my mind, my heart.

I shake my head and I say, “Not”.

It is a battle I fight each night,

How I wish it naught!!

My peace I fight to keep.

Let’s Reach Out this Holiday Season!!

Published December 4, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Forlorn Song.

She sits alone,

Her skeleton

Pressed, molded,

Wrought by an empty heart.

She sings

A forlorn song,

Purse empty,

Neighbors drift afar,

Afraid to be there,

They point and stare,

Material junk

Seals their hearts.

She wears

A heart heaving

With aches and prayers,

A binding truth and love

She strives to share

But others’ fear

Converts to glare,

And no one steps near.

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Published November 26, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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HAPPY HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!

May all my family, friends and followers have a great and wonderful day!!

May we all find our blessings and give thanks!!

May we all look upon the skies and land around us,

and find the beauty of life!!

Hugs to all!!

signed with affection,

Kathleen

My Soul To Hold

Published November 13, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Take my soul—

Once more;

Forget me not,

As grasses trodden on,

Which on the hill is found.

I am a weary way-worn traveler,

Onward bound to my native shore,

Desperate seas I roam alone,

Waves of clouds I chase away,

Island mist upon my face;

Let us meet — once more.

Grasp love’s newest breath,

Show you hold me true,

Warm and freely I give to you,

My soul to hold—

Once more.

When He Looks At Her

Published November 8, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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He gazes at her,
Eyes shining;
He dances with brimming over love
Designed for her;
She is purely his.
He adores her,
Endorses her,
Certainly he speaks not a ruinous word
Alongside affirmation of her.
His life fulfilled to surging
Into the vessels of his children,
And grandchildren with hands embraced;
He measures their love
As no prior.

Your Mask

Published November 7, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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It covers your soul as darkness draping over the sunlight,

Your Spirit seeking the world with penetrating eyes,

An undisputable wave, a persuaded glance,

A vanity inside abides,

Fragmented consumed exhibits –

You build –

Pieces as shattered glass,

Dusted with suffering in prolonged time,

Whirling with frenzy, becoming a dance

With mere thoughts of an empty heart-

Longing an eternity of dual hearts;

You guard your soul knowing your mask

Stands alone and fragile, seeking strength and fortitude,

Posing evolved and amassed, yet with little understanding;

Statutes unfair do never-rest, and never ends,

Leading only to bareness – far and wide;

A prisoner kept inside your encased wearied mask.

Do not accede to life’s ragged hand slaying your treasure,

Disrobe the mask you wear and sanction-

Your love and tranquility in a time to come;

Allow your soul to breathe unleashed –

Allow yourself permission to be free-

In peace.

Where Do You Go?

Published November 5, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Where do you go?
When the night is dark
And the moon is absent from the sky,
And a choir of crickets sings their own lullaby,
Where do you go?
When my arms remain empty
And the wind gently whispers my name,
And I gaze upon the stars,
Where do you go?
When my heart aches to feel your breath
And the warmth of your soul,
And the silence is heavy,
Where do you go?
When I’m no longer here
To feel completely alone;
Where will you go??

Rendezvous

Published November 4, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Lovers rendezvous at ocean’s break,
Feet upon the sandy brown mat
Whereupon decorates the sill
of water’s foamy welcome;
Towels stretched out on earth’s warm bed,
Hands held tight, intertwined, while days of love
Multiplied by years of knowing hearts,
and wind gently kisses damp bodies;
wet lips leave trails the length of
written names in the sand,
Love devouring souls
with morning’s new light;
Buried treasures reside
for the lovers find, while
Emerged bodies play
in ocean’s temperate water;
Sand pushed between two sets of ten toes,
Surf breaking upon their love,
Surging within their innermost depths of lust,
Mounting heartbeats occur on ocean’s ride;
Later, begin again, on the sand,
where their rendezvous began.

Love’s Forest

Published November 1, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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In stillness of evening,
I sing and dance,
To sweet music
In my heart,
A melody of warm words
Spoken,
I listen,
Thunderous they resound
Over mountains, and
Heaven’s angels singing.
A forest of love
I pause before,
Arms hold me strong,
Lips kiss my face,
I embrace your words.
Treasured-
Within my spirit,
Forever more
I sing and dance.

Spirits in the Night

Published October 30, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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There’s a story on the island

of spirits in the night,

a special place where they go to dance

on the sand in the midnight moonlight.

You can hear them singing

and laughing

as they hide in the fog,

they play hide-n-seek and

ride the surf’s roll.

You won’t see their faces—

but they see your soul,

they watch you and hear you

as the island winds blow.

Their seaweed hair wet,

limbs swaying in the mist,

the moonlight gone,

as the sand turns cold,

they return each night,

it’s their favorite place,

well—that’s what I’m told.

No Words

Published October 29, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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He doesn’t notice me anymore;
My hair could be colored blonde or black,
He says no words;
My hair could be long one day and short the next,
He says no words;
I could be wearing a lot of make-up or none at all,
A fancy outfit appropriate for a ball,
Or my pj’s for two days,
There is no word.
I could paint the Pristine Chapel, and get a “nice”,
Write a poem about love and life,
I could bake him his favorite apple pie,
Clean the house as if to entertain Christ,
He says no words;
He doesn’t notice me anymore!

My Dreams

Published October 22, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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My dreams arrived true
Of me and you,
Aged fine, and rich of joy,
Love for each other with more to deploy.
Evenings spent cooking, laughter, dancing
And sips of wine,
Eyes sparkling with love divine.
Sitting on the porch and staring at the stars,
A warm summer wind coming from afar,
Fireflies dance and we watch their show,
Shadows dancing in moonlight aglow.
We turn out the lights, and head to our room,
To rest and kiss with morning arriving soon,
Peaceful sleeping and wrapped in your arms,
Dazzled and delighted by only your charms;
You are my soul mate,
My dreams arrived true.

Autumn Play

Published October 18, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Laughing children on a sunny day,

barns stacked full with fresh baled hay,

riped apples on trees in a row,

autumn leaves scattered on the ground below.

Children play in flowered fields,

grazing horses dot the rolling hills,

night is nigh with star splashed sky,

and night will dance with fireflies.

Union of Love

Published October 15, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Pigtails or braids

What is it today?

A cold winter night

Stars so bright

Hugs and kisses

Love union – sheltered

Twirls and skips

Dances on the wooded floor

Running off to play

Tears in my gaze

Love composed,

Warm inside.

A Forlorn Song

Published October 4, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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She sits alone,

Her skeleton

Pressed, molded,

Wrought by an empty heart.

She sings

A forlorn song,

Purse empty,

Neighbors drift afar,

Afraid to be there,

They point and stare,

Material junk

Seals their hearts.

She wears

A heart heaving

With aches and prayers,

A binding truth and love

She strives to share

But others’ fear

Converts to glare,

And not one steps near.

Love’s Attire

Published September 29, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Clothe me in your body’s gown,

Raise my spirit to heaven’s crown,

Through the years of solitude,

I watched the seasons change their moods.

High in the leaves of the old oak tree,

A blue bird sings a cheerful reveille.

My restless spirit fills the air,

The mountain’s presence everywhere,

I lift my hands wearing nature’s somber dress,

Dancing in the moonlight’s painted loveliness.

There is no pain or tears tonight,

As I lay in peaceful sleep once more,

Beneath the sky’s restful spell foretold,

And wait the sun’s waking rise,

And by her side is morning’s fire,

I will clothe you in my love’s attire.

The Best Gift

Published September 26, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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It was the best gift
I did received,
I was eight years old.
A beautiful illustrated book of poems
For children,
By Robert Louis Stevenson.
I read his poems over and over,
Pretending I was the children in his book,
And pretending I wrote the poems
As he did.
I still own this book,
I keep it in a safe place,
I still take it out,
Hold it,
And read the fragile pages
That expands my imagination.

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