A deepfelt poem for Easter time 2023!

 TRUMPETS in the APOCALYPSE

Thursday, March 30, 2023
6:51 PM

(By: Karla Wagener thinking of my consistent prayers for Pope Francis (Bergoglio, etc.), for so many years. And while reading "Poesia para Sentir la Vida" de Enrique Rafael Gabriel Momigliano).

The soul is a a concrete thing.
We can see it.
It can be touched.
It's in the air we breathe.

It is communion with our inner self.
A gathering of all expression.
Soul is countenance, compassion, sacrifice
Perseverance.

An Unquenchable Voice
Sounding out triumph.
The soul exists!
For I see it in your eyes!
I feel it in your touch!

I hear it in the music of your voices!

Stretch the truth! 🤔🐱⛵

 MOTIVO EN SINTONIA (MOTIF WELL TUNED)

Wednesday, March 29, 2023
9:50 AM

(A bi-lingual poem By: Karla Wagener for Cristina, Evo Morales (Bolivia), Rafael Correa (Ecuador), José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero (España) y Ernesto Samper (Colombia) Baltasar Garzón, Pope Francis, Los Cuomo and anyone else who believes in hope for a better World).

We are all together now

Estamos todos juntos ya

In the same intention
Of a world of wellbeing and peace.

En la misma intencion
De UN Mundo de bienestar y paz.

Fine tuning of special capable leaders
Will result in

Sintonia fina de lideres especiales
Capaces resultara...

Together with the prayers and workings
Of humble souls

Junto con Las oraciones y acciones
De almas humildes

In universal poetry and song

En poesia y cantos universales

Unimaginable

un imaginables!

Memories from 1972

(By: Diana Dempsey Cathey, with the note, "I’ve been thinking about you and your physical health a lot. I woke up this morning with this memory in my head of you when we were selling flowers in 1972, on the street corner.)    (Diana and I got connected through internet after about 30 years!)

                     KARLA 1972

                     Her eyes are sweet and quiet

                     Her smile the sun

                     Her heart the moon

                     The warm breeze blesses her cornsilk hair and softly ruffles her long cotton dress

                     As she holds out and offers bright yellow daffodils to you

A Train song!

 Derailed

Sunday, March 26, 2023
6:47 PM

(By: Karla Wagener)

That train
That train
Is rumbling on.

That train
That train
Is moving along.

That plane
That plane
Is flying off far

That plane
Goes to where you are.

That train
That plane
Holds somebody's new time at hand
A train off to the promised land.

While I sing my lonely song
Here where I stand.

While I sing my hopeful song
Here where I stand.

Waiting for a way 

To where you are!
 

Practice your Spanish!

 El zorzal

(Por: Karla Wagener on Sunday, March 26, 2023
9:11 AM)

Sentir esa presencia singular
Extraordinario...

Solo en la oscuridad
Se puede observar la Luz de Las estrellas.
Aqui estoy
Para transmitir la esperanza
Tarea habitual
De cantar, cantar, cantar
Hasta el amanecer.

Solo, en Las tinieblas,
Anunciando la eternidad.

Estoy despierto y cantando,
Esta Canto retumbera!
 

Nostalgic feelings today!

 BLACK HOLE

(By: Karla Wagener on Thursday, March 23, 2023
5:05 PM)

Shed some light
Though I bide my time.
We need to know,
Have a need to know...
More...
What's going on?
How far can things go?
What promises've been thrown?

Shed some light
Help us see
The response to need.
The light in a deep dark tunnel.
The reason of thought.
The roots of creation.
The purpose.
The cause.
Shedding light
Upon the concealed chamber
Of your soul.
 

Change of pace!

 PEOPLE WRITING...

Saturday, March 11, 2023
12:37 PM

(By: Karla Wagener, while listening to Simon and Garfunkel)

PEOPLE WRITING...

Breaking out of the silence
Following signs unwritten,
Bleakly seen or felt
From fleeting feelings
Perceptions inexplicable...

Hushing a profound need
To express the being
Of existence beyond silence
In a precise moment
That the soul's need
Can be expressed.

Ruptures of the intensity
So impossible to express
Or share.

Perpetual attempts
To break out of the silence.

What's left!

 REMNANT

Monday, March 6, 2023
6:47 PM

(By: Karla Wagener, on reflecting about Mick Jagger and Paul McCartney who I decided to take as inspiration to follow in my efforts to better my wellbeing. (At their age they still work for good physical and mental health).

What's left of all that was?
After all those original songs.
What innovative laws voted
Have changed so many wrongs?

The idols were all in our thoughts.
We held their ideals in our souls.
Now they drop like flies.
Spirits flewn off like fleeting fowls.

Where are we now?
The ones who still breath,
Youth once projecting advances.
What do we now leave?

Like fodder on the ground
Will this nurture a newfound sound?
Phoenix flying, sprouts breaking the sphere,
While our end is dearly near.

Preparing for that boat ride.

Letting past omissions slide.

What's left of the passionate '60s?
Only a few and You and me.
And a dream to be fulfilled.
The time has come for a new song
Out of embers to come forth so strong!

 

KAI

 KEEP AT IT

(Friday, February 24, 2023
8:27 AM, By: Karla Wagener)

I'm going to keep praying
Until you answer my prayers.
I'm going to keep singing
Until you hear my song.

Gonna keep trying
Till something's won.
I'm going to keep living
Till you call me home.

The end is not to be feared.
The way getting there
Is the trick.
So I have heard.

Gonna keep trying, etc.

Gonna keep begging
Till you give in.