Alleyway
(By: Karla Wagener on Friday, October 28, 2022
11:46 AM)
The beginning of the end,
Where is it from?
Who has the keys?
Where are opening doors?
There is no conflict
When we know the truth.
The narrow escape hatch
Often leads to hope.
Este blog fue creado para poder practicar ingles o español, por medio de las poesias, canciones y pequeños escritos que fui creando a lo largo de mi vida. Las poesias tienen el titulo de "Poesia" y se encuentran a lo largo de los escritos. The poems are marked so you can find them! The indexes are also marked! Los indices estan titulados tambien.
Alleyway
PRISMATIC
GLANCES
(By: Karla
Wagener on October 28, 2022)
Sentinels
of the soul
As you lift
your apertures…
Rain
disappears in soft tears,
The wind is
abruptly detained,
Storms
shudder in wonder.
When you
raise your voice
Songbirds
stop to listen,
Spirit is
enabled,
Power is
revealed,
Fires are
kindled,
Vessels
filled,
The lowly
rescued,
Colors
explode,
Problems
get resolved.
Power is
repeatedly revealed,
And the
universe makes sense
To be
clearly understood.
DISCLOSING
REVELATIONS
(By: Karla
Wagener on October 25, 2022)
Keep me
alive.
Sing my
songs.
I will keep
you alive,
Writing
songs you can sing.
We can live forever,
Willed To exist.
We belong to destiny;
Singing we belong together.
Together, forever
In songs and lyrics.
Notes on a page.
Notes in my head.
Moving on, being lead...
It´s more
than you or me…
So much
more than what we now see.
Mysterious
ways to be revealed.
It´s tears
dried, all souls to be healed.
STRENGTH AND COURAGE.√
Tuesday, November 9, 2021
STELLAR
TRAVELS
(By: Karla
Wagener, on October 17, 2022)
I woke up
this morning with a deep feeling in my chest.
There are
no words to describe what was installed there as I rest.
Only once
before had I felt such intensity.
It seemed
to connect to the universe´s immensity.
If I could
only draw a picture it might explain,
That deepness, some kind of existential pain.
And although the
hurt went so deep
At the same time it felt
like brilliant lights of hope to keep
Us
enveloped in its deepness
And give
comfort to all of creation.
It hurt so
much inside
And yet I
could feel a certain pleasure;
In all the
great possibilities in the exertion
That
otherwise would not have been revealed.
SENTENCING
(By: Karla
Wagener, October 14, 2022)
Like being
satisfied with what one´s got…
Happily in
union,
Content
with life,
Feeling
like they got a lot.
Not like
being let down after big crowds;
Thousands in
adulation;
Lacking
just one loving soul
To
contribute sincere adoration…
Carried
along like a stream,
Some enjoy
the ride,
Others
protest, resisting with a scream.
Some find
faith.
Some just
flow,
Others only
in it for the show.
All are
carried along,
Good
choices can make all the difference
In this
journey and its essence.
Yet there
is little possibility for control.
We are all,
simply put, on parole!
MY MOST
SINCERE POEM
(By: Karla
Wagener on Mother´s Day here in Argentina, October 16, 2022, which is also my
daughter, Andrea´s birthday).
Today, on
this special day, I invite you into my private World.
There is
not enough room for it
And it
daily becomes unfurled…
So while we
are on this Earth,
The maximum
rapture is each new birth.
I wrote a
bunch of songs;
Helped me
make some sense out of my life,
And every
person, entity, child, husband, or wife.
Each song
is like a new delivery.
And I
believe we can really make a better environment
From one
with so much misery.
Starting
with those who are closest…
From the
nearest reaching out to the remotest!
I have
written a bunch of songs,
Most with
this feeling to better our World.
They are like my capable children,
a bouquet…
So I hope
you join in, respond, and think it is worthwhile and okay!
SURVIVAL
QUIXOTRY
(By: Karla Wagener on October 12, 2022. A close up ¨Kar¨tune from the ¨Gran¨ Re ¨con¨ Silly Nacion, for my daughter, Andrea´s birthday October 16th, with a poem! The best to come out of a mother are her children!)
Visionary
or out of mind?
A World to
dream about or is it possible to find?
The fear I
feel pushes me forward.
What will
happen if I share, move or feel?
How can we
know what is truly real?
No one
seems to notice,
Despite all
this focus
I push to
go out of myself.
How can I
suppress all my inner intuition and joy,
Reaching to
impress,
Or can it
possibly ennoy?
There is so
much inside, an interior life
With
promises of future so great,
Positive
explosions, of a productive universal fate.
There is a
succulent battle for perfection within.
Happily
when I venture out,
I enviously
always win!