WORKING IT OUT! A poem for the present times!

WORK IT OUT!

(Written on June 27, 2016)

Behind each song there is a story…

Of problems, searching, hates, love, or glory.

Humanity, the era of jeans,

Stone Age at the beginning, military, terrorism, materialist means.

Like penny change, we break into pieces,

Lyrics, words and music to calm, stimulate, or comfort the weary soul.

We bring out of the old chest,

The hurt the pains, strengths, weakest,

Until something new can manifest,

Shimmering forth the promised and hoped for,

Very Best!

         By: Karla

ECLIPSE - ¡Una poesia para todos los tiempos!

ECLIPSE

(Escrito el 24 de setiembre, 2016)

Tu eres mi tristeza, mi malestar;

La razón de mi penar.

Tu eres la alegría;

Eres todo, escondido.

Gozo en el dolor,

Disfruto en el clamor.

Vivo plenamente tu corto semblante

Cubriendo la luz como un guante.

Tu eres Luna sobre el Sol,

Lo que crece,

Todo lo que desvanece.

Eres anhelo, pensamientos,

La noche colgada sobre el día.

Eres la única solución,

La forma, lo mejor de toda tradición.

Y aparezcas por solo un segundo, 

como un recuerdo placentero que pronto desaparece.

               By: Karla

Poem for A New Year´s Day! Expect Problems!

NEW YEAR´S DAY

(Written on January 1, 2017)

Let it be heard, the laughter of the lost or crazy.

 Let it be heard, the dawn breaking through clouds;

The silent loneliness within rambling crowds.

The need of helpless babies, wandering emigrants with no home,

The jobless, lonely, destitute, hopeless, expectant pilgrims flooding to Rome!

You can discuss it as much as you may care;

Clear your head, accept the answers screaming within the air!

You´ll figure it out; you always do;

Normally answers are right there for you!

Open your heart, search your soul, and maybe go against the grain!

What greatness can be achieved when humanity simply uses the brain!

                         By: Karla

RESIDUE (Another poem for the signs of our times!)

RESIDUE

(28 May, 2017)

Tell us why do so many want all that money?

Does it stop rain; make things again all sunny?

What good is great wealth?

With drought, storms or a wavering, fragile health?

So many luxurious goods to perish in floods.

I dreamed I couldn´t clean off the waste,

Of an innocent very young baby, one to embrace.

Some relatives tried to help and there were some advances.

I woke to a day of overwhelming needs,

Trying to do what I can, continuing to plead.

Believiing so firmly in a higher mandate.

Now, where o where, is that blank check to ward off fate?

                 By: Karla

A Revolutionary Poem for the present times!

CONSEQUENCES

(By chance written on May 25, 2017, Argentina´s Patriotic Day!)

A wretched debt seems to loom over humanity.

What has been left undone?

With spoils of War drying in an unprejudiced sun?

Greater purposes remain to wander,

Philosophies deceived, and the bulk´s needs to ponder.

There is a higher justice.  There is a greater purpose often gone unseen.

The results of our actions can cut sharp, hard and mean.

Consider how you handle details of life, what is true wealth.

In the end, in healing others,

You will find you heal yourself!

               By: Karla

Back to Obama!

OH BOMB AH!

(July 29, 2017)

Even though things seem so impossible

There is a strong feeling deep within

That comfort and grace will fill these worries

With promises of good, and response to great faith.

Worries about relatives, sons and daughter;

The World in trying times, news of hate, war and slaughter.

Missiles threatening; shot into the air;

Staff shakeups, sanctions, corruption, rapes, violence everywhere.

Droughts, tornados, millions without work, or migrating with no home.

Forest fires burning, animals in extinction, Old Folks sad and fore lone.

Radiation, flooding, children, the fragile so abused;

The powerful and wealthy, selfish, and seeming to be amused.

You just keep loving!

You just keep loving until your heart explodes in pieces.

And you know there will be a way

For things to become better!

            By: Karla

This poem is for John and Jess, who both have their birthdays in July!

CURING BIRTHDAY BLUES

We all get to an age when we become more peaceful.

When we agree, get along, not wanting to fight.

Where we are more humble and simple, using kind words,

Not might.

When we can take our time;

No longer needing to hurry;

Leave behind revenge, dissatisfaction or fury.

If we make it, in fact, to an age like that!

And what better then to get to that age

With the ones we love

And in life as we pursue and insist along,

To end each interlude with celebrations and joyful song.

           With Love, by: Karla