TOWARD A NEW DAY

Cast off and discarded,
finally out of the way,
remnants of the me
that never more will be,
fragments left behind,
where they will stay,
though once so very much
a part of me as I embrace
them all yet moving on
into a future bright
marching forward
toward the light,
head held high
and clear of voice,
a self finally found
and rescued
from the chaos
that was once
the darkness of night.

(c) bak 3-19-11
barbara kausteklis

Written for CPC "A Simple Sunday"
this week featuring Sevenamagenta's
"Reaching For Tomorrow."

The following link will take you there:

http://www.myspace.com/mom_holtz/blog/542435144

Thanks always for your visits and comments

Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Sevena

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SPRINGTIME PARTY TIME

by Barbara

A CHERYL'S PALS COLLAB

Spring has sprung,
so let's jump and shout;
today's a great day
to dance and play.
Even leaves and flowers
are smiling today;
as they're having fun
in so many ways.
After sleeping so soundly
for so many months,
they've finally shed
their winter white
and dressing up
in their springtime best.
And with the music floating
on balmy spring breezes
let's join in the chorus
the sweet songbirds sing
as we dance and play
'till the midnight hour.
The music is so inviting
and I'm heading that way,
and counting every moment
for every moment counts
as we party like
there's no tomorrow
upon silver clouds
and rainbow'd paths.
I see everyone's coming
and it makes me so glad.
So let's do it up right,
in a whole-hearted way
and dance and sing
for all our tomorrows,
as we celebrate together,
come what may,
the arrival of Spring,
for there's Spring
in the air.

(c) bak 3-19-11
barbara kausteklis

Thanks to fellow Celebrants of Spring:

Lady "Cheryl" Death, Suzanne McCoy, Sharonlee,
Mary Margaret, Silver Lining/Cherie, Diane Asher,
Linda Seaman, Lady Seda, Elfwing G.o.P., and Me, Barbara.

The Lines I used, in addition to my own:

Party like there's no tomorrow (Lady "Cheryl" Death) -- required
And we'll have fun in so many ways! (Suzanne McCoy)
The music is inviting so I'll head that way (Linda Seaman)
The music drifted in on a balmy breeze (Sharonlee)
She danced and danced until the midnight became two (Mary Margaret)
Upon sliver clouds and rainbow'd paths... (Sharonlee)
Every moment counts and count every moment..... (Silver Lining)
Everyone's coming I'm glad:) (Diane Asher)
Celebrate come what may (Lady Seda)
And let's do it up right,totally whole hearted! (Elfwing G.o.P.)
It is time to dance a jig for all our tomorrows (Lady Seda)

Link to "Saturday Share":

http://www.myspace.com/mom_holtz/blog/542425758

Link to all the lines:

http://www.myspace.com/mom_holtz/blog/542385966

These Collabs are always such a lot of fun to try.

I wouldn't miss one of them.

Thanks always for your visits and comments
and wishing you a peaceful weekend ahead.

~Barb~

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GREEN HILLS OF SPRINGTIME


Rolling hills, once golden
under a late August sun,
this morning tranquil and serene
as the fog of a coastal morning lifts,
a renewed blanket of green
emerging as golden slips away
with the chill of winter;
Spring refreshes these gentle hills,
as dawn welcomes a new day.

And nestled among the valleys,
boats of old rest
in the morning stillness
their stories untold
and held captive within
their weathered shells,
long forgotten and abandoned
and left to the tellers of tales
who uncover their secrets
and pass them on.



As spring is unwrapped,
their stories flow
and invite me in.

(c) bak 3-18-11
barbara kausteklis

Written for CPC "Friday Fling/Green."

http://www.myspace.com/mom_holtz/blog/542416138

Wishing you a most peaceful evening
and weekend ahead.

Thanks always for your visits and comments both here and at "Byways."  All of the Legacy Writers Groups welcome your visits and participation.

Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Photography Nature Seasons

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STEPPING BACK

Amid the chaos
that I can't help but see
on this early morning
just before Spring,
I search for a bit of clarity,
something to soothe
an unsettled heart
and restore some peace
to this world I see.
And stepping back
to take another look
from a different angle,
a new perspective there,
I finally see something
I hadn't seen before
when I was too close
to recognize what had
been there all along.
And in the reflection,
a more clarified view,
I see a bit more
of the me that is me.
And in the process
of stepping back
to gain a heightened view,
now that I can see today
so much better than
I could before,
embracing the me
that was yesterday,
I set about once more,
seeing more clearly ahead,
to create the me
that I was meant to be
putting behind me
the yesterdays
and stepping into
tomorrow once again.
And realizing on
this early morning
just before spring,
that sometimes
it takes stepping back
and taking another look
to see what had been
right there all along.

(c) bak 3-18-11
barbara kausteklis

Written for Legacy Writers II

"Friday Byways With Barbara K/

Stepping Back to Reflect."

This week's new "Byways" theme

is running from now through

next Thursday.

New themes posted

each Thursday evening.

Thanks so much for supporting "Byways"

and each of the Legacy Writers Groups.

The following link takes you to this week's "Byways."

Friday Byways With Barbara K

If you enjoy what you find there,

please click on the "join" button

at the top of the Forum.

No writing required to read

the amazing pieces posted there.

~Barb~

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FROM UNDER THE SEA

Listen, My Children,

listen carefully to me,

for I speak the truth

here under the sea.

I am very old

and have weathered much

and have learned what I could

from those who came before,

from those who have passed

some of their wisdom down to me.

And as I gaze at the spectacle

here under the sea,

this rather lifeless void

I heave a sad sigh

and shed a silent tear,

for what I see here is

so distressing to me,

a wasteland so empty

and devoid of life

that used to be

not so very long ago

in the time before

those above us on land

forgot what damage

their actions could cause

and how their neglect

could eventually ruin us all.

(c) bak 3-17-11

barbara kausteklis  

Written for Spirit Free's

Surreal Picture Challenge #3.

 Surreal Picture Challenge

Thanks always for your visits and comments.

Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Surreal Spirit Environment

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CELTIC SOUL

Melancholy moments,
frayed and broken strings
of a saddened heart
drifting away
in muted silence
with the setting of the sun;
the sweetest sound
cradling emotions
bruised under
the glare of the day,
shadows of evening
soothing the soul,
with the sunset as
peace returns
to a saddened soul.

Wounded heartstrings
singing again with
the rising of the sun
and returning once more
to make a sound of joy
in the new music
of a Celtic morning;
its passion,
its depth,
its heart,
its whimsy,
its lilt,
its dance
make my own heart sing
and bring peace to my soul.


(c) bak 3-17-11
barbara kausteklis

CPC "Thematic Attic/St. Patrick's Day"

http://www.myspace.com/mom_holtz/blog/542406288

Thanks always for your visits and comments.

Wishing you peace on this St. Patrick's Day.

~Barb~

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UPON MAGICAL WINGS

Upon magical wings

my dreams taking flight,

soaring so high 

and into the night,

where castles await

when the time is just right

and all passageways 

lined with silver and gold,

from what I am told.

And I certainly

must believe it is so

for I see it all 

right in front of me,

anticipating where I will be

as night begins to fall

and sun bids farewell 

to the day,

as upon magical wings

I soar into the night

where sweet dreams await

when the time is just right.

(c) bak 3-16-11

barbara kausteklis

Written for Spirit Free's 

"Surreal Picture Challenge #4."

Surreal Picture Challenge

Thanks always for your visits and comments.  

Always such an encouragement.  

Treasures all.  

~Barb~

Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Dreams Surreal Spirit

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UPON A MOONBEAM

The sun, the moon,

the stars above

suspended within

a dream of love.

The magic

of moonlight,

healing strains

of music at dawn;

transforming power

to the darkest soul.

Finding strength

from the sun

and peace

from the moon,

taking flight

with the eagles,

and soaring 'till

dawn's first light.

Cocooned in a blanket

of shimmering stars

and dreaming 'till morning

as I wait for the sun

when birdsongs will float

and sweet breezes refresh

a heart that is searching

for a new song to sing.

And beyond the horizon

new visions I see

and in those

magical moonbeams

find power enough,

my soul once more stirred,

a new fabric to weave,

in words that

sometimes find me

in the quiet of night,

in a hushed and silent prayer

carried on moonbeams

when all seems so right

and my nighttime dreams

become my reality of day.

(c) bak 4-20-10

barbara kausteklis

~justtuesdays~ with ~justjudi~ ( Public Group )

Link to all of the Legacy Writers II Groups:

Legacy Writers of Harmony Pub II

Thanks always for your visits and comments.  

~Barb~

Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Dreams Legacy

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