Poem for a rainy day!

OMENS AND SEPARATIONS

(January 30, 2016)

This is what songs are made of:

Tears and pains;

A day that rains;

Sorrows and worries.

Something beyond words

That forms in a hum,

Weather, daily life,

Memories or just clean fun.

Emptiness, loneliness, or joy,

Telling often of a girl and boy.

A good song tells a story,

Of love, purpose, greater glory!

Bis: Singing the blues,

       Feels like bad news,

       Omens and separations.

Nobody has it perfect, and a sincere song

Always pushes us along!

No song is left unheard,

And reverberates in Angels´ ears.

                By: Karla

A poem of hope!

CANTO DESDE EL CORAZON

Te pido por el mundo.

Pido por cada ser.

Humanos, animales,

Lo invisible, todo lo que se puede ver…

Te pido desde mi lugar;

Por todo que mueve;

Los problemas de guerra o violencia;

Los migrantes en su caminar…

Por el día y la noche,

Todo tiempo y espacio, sin pretensión;

La Conversión prometida,

Los líderes, poderosos, gente sometida.

Cada día, cada momento,

En cada espacio o dimensión;

Por cada necesidad, los seres celestiales,

Familia y amigos; hasta desconocidos;

Que no falta ni Espíritu ¡ni provisión!

                     Por: Karla

TIEMPO A TIEMPO!

AL RESPECTO DEL VERANO

Yo quisiera expresar unas convicciones que tengo al respecto del tiempo del verano.

Pienso que el tiempo de mucho calor es un tiempo para reflexionar, contemplar, descansar y tomar el tiempo para re-componerse para el resto del año.  Sobre todo con los cambios climáticos, desastres naturales, y actos de terrorismo en el mundo actual.

Esto no quiere decir dejar de hacer, inclusive posiblemente el tiempo rendirá más porque podemos concentrar en asuntos creativos, que van por desapercibidos en el año.

Casi me causa risa los que exigen a los demás que sigan con reuniones y ellos se van afuera, y ¡ni están presentes!  O tal vez no han vivido el año con mucho esfuerza y les da lo mismo.

Personas que son muy sensibles necesitan algo más de la vida que reglamento, aunque cierta orden en la vida, por supuesto, es importante también.

Las instituciones exigen que socias se asistan regularmente hasta en verano, porque tiene miedo perder la feligresía. Al contrario, cuando haya un ambiente de amor y fraternidad, las socias esperan con ansias reunirse de nuevo.  Después de un buen descanso, vuelven renovados y con mas energía para enfrentar el año.

Hoy en día han cambiado las modalidades de juntarse o agruparse, de trabajar en una unidad, en solidaridad.  Con la tecnología es posible una gama más amplia de actuar.  Es posible ser más flexible en reunirse que en el pasado, cuando era muy difícil juntarse por las distancias o falta de transporte.

Creo que no tomar el tiempo necesario para entendernos y el mundo puede ser muy peligroso y que, sin duda, si bien no estamos en los últimos tiempos, estamos, sin lugar a dudas, en graves problemas.

No revisar las cuentas, ni darnos el tiempo para conectar con lo espiritual es una cuestión intrínseca.

Yo lo voy a contemplar este verano.  No se´ si podré ir de vacaciones, como tantos veranos que no lo he hecho. O si iré afuera, escapar, o pasar el verano más lujoso, pero tendré algo que es lo más valeroso de mi existencia, tendré un poco de tiempo, y tiempo para lo espiritual, y lo necesito.

No pensemos que somos dueños de la Virgen,

o de Dios, porque estamos en cierto grupo o institución.  Lo espiritual es mucho más de lo que podemos concebir, y contemplarlo vale increíblemente el tiempo.

                       Por: Karla

Something to think and contemplate about!

STERN RUDDER

She seems to do nothing; appears to be still.

With hands raised upward, obeying His Will.

She seems to be empty, yet is filled with great hope.

The one who knows justly, and fairly to cope!

Intuitively marching forward,

Towards the vibrations of the lighthouse,

Sole and demeaning; her companion a mouse.

A meek servant,

Nearly totally unseen,

All must obey her directions,

A mind pure and keen.

Peaceful, calm, non-violent;

Adjacent to a fine line between humiliation and humility,

She leans not on a whip.

There she is, persistent,

Unfluctuating,

Faithfully, guiding the huge Ship!

        By: Karla

Another Song to start off the New Year!

WELL-WISHING

I believe.  I believe

In something deeper.

Believe we can find it.

Believe in finding a way.

I believe. I believe.

And live it fully.

Fully, Intensely,

Every day.

Singing our songs;

Listening closely;

Think, contemplate,

And even pray.

Consider profoundly, every word to say.

Your wellbeing matters;

Getting rid of bad vibes.

Share this Spirit that´s growing;

Hoping good and love abide.

What I´m trying to say,

Is that you matter,

The weakest, the best,

And all in between.

Thinking about it,

With no one left out.

The ones who hurt more

Live in selfish doubt.

I believe.  I believe

That the World can be better.

I believe we can 
Turn things around.

Listening within;

With care for each other.

Change to the better.

To the World somethin´ good give…

I believe.  I believe.

To take care of surroundings.

Ecology, feelings, all that is about!

I believe.  I believe.

I believe. I believe.  I believe. I believe… I believe!

                         By: Karla

Birthday blues!!!! in Rainbow colors!!! A White Guitar!!!

THE ROAD TO FAME! 2016

I got what I wanted for my birthday, but it was a shock and a surprise!  An electric guitar!!!  I deserve it for working so much in the shop with no pay!  And the neighbors deserve it too!!! That´ll teach them to be nicer to their neighbors!!! Ha ha!!!

I thought you might enjoy seeing a really great shot of Ruby too!  I had one of the best birthdays ever, with lots of greetings esp. since I have WhatsApp now and because of Facebook!  I spent the whole day cooking, listening to music and with people!  Even though it was so hot, I really enjoyed the day.  Also, got together with some of my friends and ex-students yesterday to celebrate too!  I guess I taught them good, huh!!!???  

But one of the biggest surprises is when I opened google and google was written with many birthday packages!  I thought, ¨some important person must have their birthday today too¨, and curiously opened it.  And it said ¨Feliz Cumpleaños, Karla¨!!!  What a surprise!!!  I tried to open it again to take a picture of it to save, but it was past midnight and the birthday greeting was gone!  I tried to google it up again, but didn´t find it.  It would be nice to thank whoever put it there!  

Well, that´s the way things go on the road to fame!!!  (not so funny, ha!)

                                   HAVE A GREAT YEAR!!! AUGURIOS!!! Karla

FLOWING

I was resting today and the idea for this poem-song came to my mind!

FLOWING (January 3, 2016)

My poems are song,

Singing in verses;

Singing in rhythm;

Trying hard to keep time!

My songs are poems,

Announcing from the soul;

Speaking of trials, and Spirit;

Workings, the Highest Goal!

These songs are flowing inside like a river,

Carrying words made of true blood.

These poems are moving, electric sparks glittering

Emanations of Worlds unseen, misunderstood!

Spirits proclaiming what creation has made.

Believing often that children are aware and perceive

Existences far beyond, so far beyond,

And how to truly believe.

So, let us live life like children,

In innocence and in purity,

Understand, care and get along!

So, let us live like docile animals,

With affection and trust

Living in union, all one big herd, is a must!

                            By: Karla

THE WORLD IS SUFFERING GREAT PAIN!

This is unusual, but I have written a poem for my own birthday!  The best birthday present is to see a better World for all inhabitants beneath the roof of our common home!!!  My birthday is January 4th!  The song ¨The Lost Chord¨ was put to music on January 13th for Arthur Sullivan´s brother who died on January 18th, my son Angelo´s birthday!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANGELO!!!  These are writings made with great hope!

REPRODUCING THE LOST CHORD

The World is still turning.

Our hearts are burning, burning.

Something unspeakable, necessary has been lost.

Care of the environment implies such a priceless cost!

Wreckage lies off each and every shore.

Valueless Gold and Silver, and what´s more…

Even in far outer space,

We find the waste of the human race.

Something´s tearing at our souls;

Humanity keeps pleading for elevated goals.

Wretched disaster threatening;

Dreams and promises hovering, hovering…

Crimson lightning shaking, shattering

In the shadows of the pre-dawn rain,

Announcing, consoling, our searching pain.

What will it take; what disasters or quake?

For us to search and find,

What is inside, lays within and jacinth in the commonwealth´s mind!

                         By: Karla

THE LOST CHORD

(Music by Sir Arthur Sullivan;

Words by Adelaide Anne Proctor)

Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease,

And my fingers wander'd idly over the noisy keys;

I knew not what I was playing, or what I was dreaming then,

But I struck one chord of music like the sound of a great Amen.

It flooded the crimson twilight like the close of an Angel's Psalm,

And it lay on my fever'd spirit with a touch of infinite calm.

It quieted pain and sorrow like love overcoming strife,

It seem'd the harmonious echo from our discordant life.

It link'd all perplexed meanings into one perfect peace

And trembled away into silence as if it were loth to cease;

I have sought, but I seek it vainly, that one lost chord divine,

Which came from the soul of the organ and enter'd into mine.

It may be that Death's bright Angel will speak in that chord again;

It may be that only in Heav'n I shall hear that grand Amen!