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Inside of Me
These eyes that welcome
the morning sun,
looking forward
to the day ahead
can't mask or contain
the emotions within;
sometimes happy,
sometimes sad,
so many feelings inside.
For my eyes are the mirror
of my feelings inside,
emotions that can
leave me quite spent,
tears welling up
and spilling over,
tears of sadness,
tears of joy.
And at those times
when I just can't contain
those feelings inside,
the happy and the sad,
I remember those things
that I love to do best,
and step out of myself
once again and find me,
my best friend,
and we go for a walk,
my best friend and me.
We find a quiet spot,
at the edge of the pond
watching the ducks
and the leaves as they fall.
And we reflect on the day,
and I write the words down,
all I wanted to say.
And in those moments
all the opposites inside,
the emotions that conflicted
and tugged at my heart,
resolve themselves
in the words on the page;
and I put them away
for safekeeping,
embracing each one
the happy, the sad,
my emotions all.
(c) bak 12-7-10
barbara kausteklis
Written for Legacy Writers II/ Justtuesdays With Justjudi/Opposites.
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Photography Legacy Writers
Blogophilia 41.3
Topic: "Going For It"
Bonus points:
(Hard, 2 pts): include "playing with a rabbit (or b00nie)"
(Easy, 1 pt): use a word in German (not the phrase "in German")
ONE LUCKY RABBIT
And what to my wondering
(and wandering) eyes should I see
on this sign in front of me,
this word that I knew
absolutely nothing about?
"Catawampus", it said,
and it made no sense to me,
wondering, as I was,
just what it might be.
"We're GOING FOR IT,"
I shouted,
and they jumped up
and down with glee
as we headed down
the path to what
we might see.
We couldn't imagine,
we had no idea
just what it could be
but we were going
to find out (soon enough).
And then we finally saw it,
as big as it was,
but still didn't know
just quite what it was.
But, sure enough,
we finally figured it out
as we saw all the happy children
(and their parents as well)
playing with a rabbit
right there on the lawn,
a giant Easter Bunny
almost as big as a house,
the most enormous rabbit
that we ever did see.
 And the tale,
it is true,
I do kid you not,
the tale of the rabbit
"Catawampus"
playing on the lawn,
and one lucky rabbit
that won't become dinner,
Hasenpfeffer (rabbit stew).
(c) bak 12-6-10
Written for Blogophilia 41.3/"Going For It."
The Link:
http://www.myspace.com/blogophilia/blog/541109844
Guesses
taking aim
laser gun
lasered
lightning quick
with lightning speed
"Beam Me Up"
Hasenpfeffer = German rabbit stew
(and a recipe for it)
http://recipes.epicurean.com/recipe/18731
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Blogophilia
UPON BREEZES OF SPRING
My spirit soars upon
sweet breezes of spring,
lifted up with my kite
on the end of a string.
To the highest clouds
we soar together,
my kite and me,
stopping to rest
for a moment there,
though my heart
is tethered still
to reality's ground
beneath my feet.
And from that
very special place,
so lifted up by winds
so gentle there,
I see what I could
never see before,
as clearly now
the world below
stretches as far as
my imagination allows,
no limits,
no boundaries
keeping me
from imagining
all there is to see
of this world,
so much bigger
than before,
a whole new world
in front of me
to imagine,
to explore,
to spread my wings
and think of more
than a million things
that I just never
thought about before.
And so on this
breezy afternoon
in the Spring,
I hear my name
in the sound of the wind
and I soar on breezes,
my imagination delights
and I travel the world
with my adventurous kite.
(c) bak 12-6-10
barbara kausteklis
Written for Flexwriters "Monday Poetry Madness"
on Flexwriters' Creative Poetry Network.
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Photography Flexwriters MondayMadness Kites Wind Nature
Moonbeam Dreaming
Moonbeam magic,
stars in the sky,
dreams of the night
on angels' wings.
Closing my eyes,
drifting to sleep,
moonbeams to guide
my steps of night.
Dreaming my way
from setting sun
to morn's first light
with moonbeams bright.
As I arrive
to greet the dawn,
thankful once more
for this new day.
(c) bak 12-6-10
barbara kausteklis
A "Shallimar" written for Legacy Writers "Monday's Muse" and CPC "Magic Monday/Magic of the Moon."
A "Shallimar" is 4 by 4 by 4:
4 stanzas
4 lines per stanza
4 syllables per line
The following links will take you:
CPC Magic Monday
http://www.myspace.com/mom_holtz/blog/541093326
and "Monday's Muse" https://myboomerplace.com/groups/forum/posts/id_50627/
Thanks so much for your visits and precious comments and for joining and participating in each of the Legacy Writers Groups and the CPC (Creative Poetry Corral).
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry LegacyWriters CPC MagicMonday MondaysMuse KoffeeKlutch
ZEN INFUSION
S oothing cadence
O f water flowing
O ver smooth stones
T ransporting my being to
H eightened awareness
I nside my soul
N ow and forever in this
G arden of tranquility.
Z en moments
E nlightening me
N ow.
(c) bak 12-5-10 barbara kausteklis
Written for Legacy Writers II "Sunny Sunday." The following will take you there:
https://myboomerplace.com/groups/forum/posts/id_50558/page_1/#r50558
Please visit and join each one of the Legacy Writers Groups.
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Photography LegacyWriters SunnySunday Zen Nature
Flights of Fancy (or Fanciful Flights)
How much I delight
in every day,
flights of fancy,
fanciful flights
in boxes tall,
this stack of boxes
in front of me,
full of gems
and surprises,
each and every one
opening one
after the other
as they're sitting there.
And as I open them
one at a time,
the treasures I find
inside every one,
fine books,
their pages
well-traveled
and worn,
their covers
inviting me to
places beyond
where I am from those pages
as I stop a while to read,
transported beyond,
to places far away
on wings of butterflies
imagined there.
And for just a few moments
I dance upon afternoon
breezes of yesterday,
my imagination soaring
so close to the sun;
for just those few moments
lifted out of myself,
forgetting where I am
as I linger there
on this Sunday afternoon
before I put those boxes away
and these fanciful dreams
of yesterday.
(c) bak 12-5-10
barbara kausteklis
Written for CPC (Creative Poetry Corral)
"A Simple Sunday"
featuring the artwork
of Sunny Buick.
The following link will take you to "A Simple Sunday" here on Myboomerplace:
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry CPC SimpleSunday
Renewed
The first light of dawn
welcomes my heart,
with this new day
beginning to unfold
and yesterday's
special moments
already gathered up
and tucked away
in those special places
deep within
and reserved for
the most precious ones.
Yesterday is
a smile to cherish;
it is a warm place
in my heart;
it is a polished gem
gently resting
among the treasures
of my heart.
And today is
a new beginning,
a first step
toward tomorrow,
a day for sweet
reflection upon
what is now
a memory handled with
the greatest of care;
a day for joyous anticipation
of what comes
with each new day.
With yesterday
behind me
and today
unfolding
in front of me,
I meet time
right where we are
and look forward
to a fresh start
on this day.
And I can't help
but be thankful
for each new moment.
(c) bak 12-5-10
barbara kausteklis
Thanks so much for your visits
and your comments.
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Photography
Winter Brilliant
Crystalline white
and blue iced magic
etched within the translucence
of memory and imagination,
brilliant brush strokes,
bold and bright as
they dance across
this winter canvas.
Snow-capped mountains
meet Heaven's gate
as I can only imagine
what lies beyond.
And I consider the scene,
bells of golden
heralding the moment,
trees of forest green,
their rainbowed lights
and Christmas bows;
Hanukkah blue and white
as I'm reminded of
the true meaning
of this special season.
And on this quiet afternoon
under a California blue sky
the roses of winter are silent,
their radiant blooms
of golden and orange
resting until spring
as I watch the sun
filtering through
the magnolias as
they begin to display
their radiant mantle
of winter pink and white.
(c) bak 12-10
barbara kausteklis
Written for CPC
"Saturday Sojourner Spectrum/
Color Me Winter."
The following link will take you
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Photography CPC SaturdaySojourner Nature Winter
My Steps Leading Me
I must follow my footsteps
and go where they lead,
as a mind of their own
it appears they do have.
And I follow them often
not knowing quite why
or where they will lead
from the time that the sun
begins to greet me at dawn;
I must follow my footsteps
wherever they lead me.
But I follow them eagerly
from here to wherever,
back again and around
to destinations unknown.
And as I consider
each one on the list,
the mountains,
the beaches,
whatever it is,
I never know quite
what to expect
when I get there
so am always surprised
and delightfully so
at what I find there
along the byways
of my day.
So I stop very often
and take it all in.
I can hardly wait
'till tomorrow
to do it all over again.
(c) bak 12-3-10
barbara kausteklis
Written for Legacy Writers "Friday Byways."
The following link will take you to this week's "Byways":
https://myboomerplace.com/groups/view/id_492/
Such beautiful poetry posted in the forum. Please do stop by when you get a chance and visit and join each of the Legacy Writers Groups. Looking forward to seeing you there.
Tags: BarbaraK Poetry Photography Legacy Writers FridayByways Goals
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