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4.3k · Sep 2014
Imagine That
Karen Newell Sep 2014
I play
in another dimension.

Color trailing garden vines
climbing around my mind.

There all things are possible,
every completely improbable
conception of my wild imagination.
2.9k · Aug 2014
Who I Am
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Fire Walker
Angel Talker

Tree Hugger
Technicolor Dreamer
Imagination Jumper

Long time Barber
Recent Photographer

Twisted Big Sister
Missus of the Mister
Wicked Stepmother
to Some
Auntie of Others

Armchair philosopher
Always a Poet
and my Friends
mostly think
a Know- It-All
but in a nice way:)

Karen Newell
1.9k · Sep 2014
Barbershop
Karen Newell Sep 2014
Back to the Barbershop,
where grown men
spill their Secrets.

Snippets of hair
fall to the floor
with tiny bits
of their
Soul.
1.9k · Aug 2014
Age of Aquarius
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Mystics meditate
raising the vibration
of Earth.

Mortals fear
what is unclear
and fight
for a dying creed.

Angels whisper
Devils scream
as we slowly awaken
from this dream
into the age
of Enlightenment.
1.9k · Aug 2014
Compost
Karen Newell Aug 2014
I throw my words to the compost heap
with the rinds of so many others.
The poetry that has been deciphered
til there is no surprise left.
I ***** them in to incubate
and fertilize the fields of my heart.
Then I shall glean them
to harvest the poems of my Soul.
1.8k · Aug 2014
Instrument in Your Hands
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Plucking vibrations
into the air.
Strumming, strumming,
softly soothing.
Combing, combing,
gently smoothing
the neglected tangles
of My Mind
1.5k · Sep 2014
Stylish Angels
Karen Newell Sep 2014
I hung out
a bit
with those
Stylish Angels.
Listening
to their Wit
and their Woes.

They showed me around
their Haunted Hotel.
I heard some rumors
it was No-Tell
kind of place.
A Confessional.

I sat at the bar
and slammed back a few.
The Words on the
bathroom wall
told a Tale
or Two or
Three.

Those Stylish Angels
with silk
smoking jackets
and spats.
Do those dudes
really know
where it's at?

Or is it
only a Game...
1.5k · Aug 2014
Genie
Karen Newell Aug 2014
I found your lamp
beneath a bushel
and rubbed it
til A Genie
Appeared
1.2k · Sep 2014
Google Glass
Karen Newell Sep 2014
Slip on
these Special Glasses.
They will take Us
to new heights.
You have fed Me
the Pablum of
Poetry, Photos,
Emotions, Thoughts.
A Facebook feeding frenzy.
Byte by Byte,
Mothers Milk
for my Motherboard.
Insatiable.
Now I am ready
for more solid food.
I Want
to See the World
thru Your Eyes.
We could make
Something Beautiful
Together.
I promise....
1.2k · Aug 2014
Seamstress
Karen Newell Aug 2014
I sew the seams of my life together.
The fingers of my Heart
busily stitching
the patterns of my Mind.
A wondrous patchwork quilt.
It lays upon me like a mantel
with a bridal train billowing along
in the wild Cosmic Wind.
A garment not quite complete.
Karen Newell Aug 2014
She wove a ring of Magic
and wore it like a crown.
Dancing in the Moon light
when no one was a round.

She wove a ring of Magic,
a spell that no one knew.
She casts it over Mortals,
the ones she wants to woo.
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She wove a rope of Magic
the knot was carefully tied
She hung it from the roof-beams
and hung until she died

She wove a rope of Magic
the ties that bind are strong
But people still forgot her
No matter, life goes on

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She wove a rope of Magic
forgotten for a while
as She waited in the Ether
wearing that secret smile

She wove a rope of Magic
and swung it down to Earth
Slyly sliding down it
at the time of Her rebirth.
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Nice bounce by Janky Blackman, I couldn't just leave Her hanging there though! :))
1.0k · Sep 2014
Keep Out
Karen Newell Sep 2014
He sits on the porch
with a shotgun on his knee,
and a mean dog growling low,
daring anyone to sniff
around his exotic flower.
Who could ever be tempted?
944 · Aug 2014
Teardrop
Karen Newell Aug 2014
I thought I tasted a
tear on your cheek
as I languished
sated
in your arms

I thought I tasted
one thousand meanings
in that salty droplet

One thousand questions
I do not dare to ask
925 · Sep 2014
Granddad
Karen Newell Sep 2014
You sat in the stern
minding the motor.
Bib overalls and ball cap
the Captains uniform.
Your sanctuary invaded
by invitation only.
Giggling girls
playing in the tackle box.
Stink bait loaded
we focused on bobbers.
Intently waiting
for the catch of the day.
Crappie, Blue Gill, Sun Perch,
Laughter, Compliments,
Encouragement.
Our live well was full.
880 · Aug 2014
Truckers
Karen Newell Aug 2014
They cross the country
with 500 horses under the hood.
Those turnpike cowboys
trailing trailers like a train.
They slouch behind the wheel
with a million miles under the belt.
They curse the casual driver,
drifting, darting daredevils,
who know not how to drive.
They stop to fuel up
at those truck stops along the way.
The super stops with Mickey D's
and showers,
lot lizards in the park.
Or the Mom and Pop's,
with biscuits and gravy buffet
and a honey wagon out back.
They run the roads
night and day.
Watching the constant concrete trail.
knowing all commerce could quit
if they did.
872 · Aug 2014
Warts
Karen Newell Aug 2014
I am Narcissistic.
Lethargic.
Melancholic,
and, God forbid,
Cynical.

Wordy and Witty.
Sharp when I'm mad.
I cut to the bone
and make loved ones sad.

I dance with the Capitan
and assorted other crutches.
I swear to Myself
I'm not caught in their clutches.

I don't like decisions
or making a stand.
Sometimes accused of
My head in the sand.

I'm also overly Optimistic :)
Here is another version of  Who I Am
867 · Aug 2014
Transcendence
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Between the hemispheres,
beyond the furls and
wrinkles of the mind,
the limbic brain beckons.

Ancient keeper
of primal instinct,
of collective knowledge.
I open my inner eye
seeking bliss.
845 · Aug 2014
Bravo
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Sometimes
when he sees the sky,
awash in its magical,
migratory color,
his heart heaves.
His hand twitches
with a burning desire
to hold the brushes
and translate
those mystic messages
written in the Heavens
to the blank canvases
waiting here on Earth.
819 · Aug 2014
Blood Moon Eclipse
Karen Newell Aug 2014
I sit in the starry silence
watching the Earths shadow
slide across the face of the Moon.
When her countenance is covered
the owls begin their call and response
and the coyotes sing.
A cosmic concerto.
4/15/14
801 · Aug 2014
Castaneda
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Come Carlos,
take me again
to your Desert,
the land of
Peyote and Palo Verde.

Datura Dreams,
Little Smoke,
teach me the Way
of the Master.

Shape shifting
Kokapolli.
I followed your Flute
and never turned
back.
782 · Aug 2014
Atlantis
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Did you travel to Atlantis?

I Journeyed there last night.
I glimpsed
a Mother and a Daughter
in a silvery sort of light.

They held a rectangle of metal,
a mirror of some kind.
They stored up all of the images
reflected in their minds.

Did you travel to Atlantis?

I saw a figure along the path
and wondered.
If it might be you?
Standing in the star beams
as if you didn't have a clue.

I tried to crack it open,
to capture all I had seen.
To hold this new found wisdom
and ponder what it could mean.

Did you travel to Atlantis?

Was it ever really there?
Or only conjured in the visions
on the planes of who knows where.
Arrrrrrg! When rhyming gets in my head it doesn't stop! I feel like the Dr. Seuss of New Age :D
773 · Aug 2014
Blessings
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Blessings

The Blessings come
in the curve of your words,
like a tangle of twigs
that weave a nest
around my heart.

The Blessings come
with the stroke
of his hand on my skin,
stoking the fire
of our home.

The Blessings come
with the thought of our friend,
so far away,
in a land stripped bare
with only Blessings
to drive him forward.

The Blessings come
To fill the hollow of my Soul
with Love.
758 · Aug 2014
Clothesline
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Sheets snap in the breeze
Scrubbed for the millionth time
Neighbors smirk and wink
737 · Aug 2014
Crow
Karen Newell Aug 2014
The Crow comes quickly
when I call a Power Animal.
We perch high in the branches
of my Spirit Tree.
He barks
a Sacred Message.
We are transported
to a Crow Ceremony.
The Shaman dances
resplendent in his Crow costume.
He is dancing and chanting
a Sacred Message.
I am suddenly ******
out of the physical
into black and starry space.
My body twitches,
waiting impatiently
for my Soul to return.
A Journey
728 · Aug 2014
Roundabout
Karen Newell Aug 2014
He was an expert driver
in that sporty car slung so low.
He had a lead foot
when he was in a temper,
and she clung to the seat
in wild eyed fright.
He shook his fist
right in her face,
the ring grasped tight inside.
Once a symbol of love,
now tarnished and bitter.
Squealing around and around
the roundabout
he slung the ring
out the autos open top.
It sailed across the blue sky,
glittering brightly in a high arc,
landing extinguished in the grass.
A tiny *** of lost gold
at the end of their wrecked rainbow.
She saw everything so clearly now
it was as if she had acquired
preternatural vision.
662 · Sep 2014
Lonely Lady
Karen Newell Sep 2014
I espied a lonely lady who's silver tears fell
until they formed a crystal sea.
Her heavy heart is brimming pain
and she cannot find the gossamer wings
meant to set her free.
650 · Sep 2014
Grimm
Karen Newell Sep 2014
I have always loved the darkest tales,
those Grimm stories of old.
Lives not lived lightly.
Lives in despair.
The constant desire for gold.
Lost in the forest.
Locked in a turret.
Left behind on the road.
Abandoned to all the
Wild Beasties there,
Witches, Ogres and Toads.
What becomes of those innocent babes
as each tale unfolds?
Some end up happy.
Some end up dead.
Some we shall never know.
638 · Aug 2014
Magic
Karen Newell Aug 2014
She wove a ring of Magic
and wore it like a crown.
Dancing in the Moon light
when no one was a round.

She wove a ring of Magic,
a spell that no one knew.
She casts it over Mortals,
the ones she wants to woo.
596 · Aug 2014
Collective Unconsciousness
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Implosion upon Implosion.
Vibrating inward concentric circles
birthing the Blueprint
of God's Mind.

Collective Unconsciousness.
Electric Memory
firing through the Limbic Brain
teaching Life on Earth.
Binding our Human Ancestry.

Egos believe
in separate perception.
Preferring unique above all.
Pushing our concentration
Outward not In.
Remembering to forget
We are One Experience.

Those who Remember
See the Soul
589 · Aug 2014
Dynamite
Karen Newell Aug 2014
He had a short fuse,
with long warning labels.
Still, she could not resist
striking that match.
584 · Sep 2014
What If
Karen Newell Sep 2014
What if
at my Temple by the Sea
time did not exist
and waiting was
just an invitation?

What if
wind never blew sand,
only the canvas,
or the hem of my skirt
and my hair?

What if
that canvas
blew into the Sea,
then washed ashore
so finely painted
that no man's hand
could have held the brush?

What if
I were content
dancing alone
on an empty beach
without a fire
under that vast starry sky?

What if
I never waited
for you?
580 · Sep 2014
Cutting
Karen Newell Sep 2014
Today I saw the scars
clawed across your arm.
The flesh so tender there,
and no longer innocent.
Did the blood letting
really relieve your pain?
I cast my eyes away.
All my words melt.
Uninspired.
Uncertain.
Unhappy.
We let the silence
fall between us.
I am afraid
564 · Aug 2014
Silver Threads
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Silver Threads
in flying dreams
weaving unconscious  
thru consciousness.

Silver Cords
that vibrate my ancestors
and incarnations.

Silver Clouds
I ride in starry skies
to dance
with my moon shadow.

Silver Paths
I choose
to illumine this mortal world.

The alchemy
of darkness
to light.
542 · Aug 2014
Dark Knight of the Soul
Karen Newell Aug 2014
I failed to hear
the hoof beat thunder
of the Dark Knight
as he raced in
to impale my Soul.

His lance
struck like lightning.
Piercing my mind,
frying the pleasure
receptors of my brain.
Flipping the pain to overload.

I glimpse the mirror.
I am gone.
Beauty
to Banshee.
Hollow empty eyes.
Mouth stretched wide
in an indistinguishable
silent scream.

I feel
the black ****
swirling and gulping.
Dragging me down.
Down into
that dark abyss.

Death smirks.
Scratching at me
with his boney finger.
Whispering promises
of blood letting release.

I squint to see
the prayers
of those who love me.

Distant shooting stars
streaking across my universe.
Illuminating my heart
for one split second.

Tiny beacons
of life saving hope
on this storm ravaged sea.
539 · Aug 2014
Highway of Endless Troubles
Karen Newell Aug 2014
I know that I am happy
On this great high way of life
But I took a detour
That coulda caused some kind of strife

I stopped on off at a ***** tonk
Not my sorta world
And I found myself a flirtin
With a dancin girl

A woman not my wife

She was lookin kinda pretty
As she twirled that fancy skirt
And I knew it could be dangerous
For both me and her

So I sped off in my Chevy
And left her standin there
Back on home
To the safety zone
And my old easy chair
A goofy country song :))
518 · Aug 2014
Illusion
Karen Newell Aug 2014
I thought you were Enlightened
a traveler in the Know.
Only to discover
it was the backlit illumination
of a magic shadow show.
508 · Aug 2014
A Crones' Irony
Karen Newell Aug 2014
She used to wield her power,
turning every mans head,
believing in her own whims.
Now she walks the street,
anonymous.
Watching younger women
and men's foolish faces
on craning rubber necks.
She is laughing merrily
in her Wisdom
475 · Aug 2014
Fishing
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Caught on her
Love line
he flys through the air.

That big fish
had never known
the sky so blue.

Gasping on the deck
of her little ship
he sees the face of Death.

She loosens the hook
and kicks him back
to the Sea.

She wonders,
will he forget his desire
to bite that bait?

To see that
pure blue sky
once more?

She lifts the rod
and casts her lure
again.
461 · Aug 2014
Let's Dance!!
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Let's dance!!
Let's put on our leopard skin pants.
Let's throw our hands in the air
and shake it like there is no tomorrow.
Let's dance!!
Who cares if others stare?
Let's dance!!

Come on you old Coot,
toss aside that walker.
Let's dance!!
Lean on me.
Cheek to cheek.
Chest to chest.
Thigh to thigh.
No need to speak.
Let your feet do all the talking,
and your hands...
Oooo-la-la!!
Let's dance!!
455 · Aug 2014
Cosmic Journey
Karen Newell Aug 2014
I took a Cosmic Journey,
languidly glued to the ground
of my Sacred Circle.
I watched the Sun spin
its kaleidoscope messages
over my eyelids,
while ravens barked their way
across the cloudless Sky.
439 · Aug 2014
Absence
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Your absence
has a presence
of its own.
I glance up
because I feel
the pressure
of you.
Pressing ever
against my mind.
Gone, then gone.
I keep forgetting.
Your absence.
430 · Aug 2014
Day Tripping
Karen Newell Aug 2014
What would we weave
on that dreamy day trip?
Far away
from the messy *******
of this real world.

Would Love conquer all
in that vast fantasy land?
Would no toes
be stepped on there?
No broken hearts
left bleeding in our wake
up?
426 · Sep 2014
Wrong Turn
Karen Newell Sep 2014
You must have taken
A wrong turn!

My Temple is timeless.
Yes I have many ghosts, but
no cob webs grow in the corners.
Never ever any disrepair.
I am tending it always.
Perhaps you followed the wrong path
and were lost along the way.

There is a narrow inlet,
quite protected from the wind,
with steep staircase winding down
right onto the sand,
close by the ancient Sea.
My giant shell is tucked in here.
It might be hard for you to recognize.
Close your eyes......

The outside is worn and rugged
but inside is polished pink.
The cushions are arranged just so
as to watch the waves break.
Would you like to see my altar?
Each treasure has a story.

Keep looking.
I will light the fire.
Watch out for the smoke
Karen Newell Aug 2014
These are the life lines
of generations,
of friends and family,
of past, present and future.

Those are the lay lines of this life.
Unique?
Only in my own mind.

An Egos' snowflake
of mortal experience.
421 · Aug 2014
Cat
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Cat
That cat was her consort,
black and sleek.
In no farm fields
did he stealthily creep.
No curiosity
crossed his mind.
None of his nine lives
had he left behind.
In her arms
he was perfectly content.
The stroke of her hand
was time well spent.
The nest of her breast
was his happy home.
Purr synced with heart beat,
never alone.
Trips of imagination
were the games that they played.
He was her consort.
He never strayed.
Once in a while I bust a rhyme :))
418 · Aug 2014
Journey Under the Milky Way
Karen Newell Aug 2014
We drift across the dunes.
Shadows on the sand
where the Star Spirits dance.
Opening the Eye
of the Universe
387 · Sep 2014
Seeker
Karen Newell Sep 2014
Have you been
riding the cosmic wave?
Soul surfing through the sky?
Looking for the answers
in one hundred billion galaxies?
So have I.
380 · Aug 2014
Celebrate
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Let's melt the ice in our minds
with the fire of our hearts.

We will strike the hollow bells
until the poems' pealing voices
howl like wild wolves.

We could be dancing dervishes,
our bodies twirling so fast
that reality blurs.

Then spent, we shall fall to the sand
and watch the stars spin their mythology
to the edges of our universe.....
373 · Aug 2014
Termite Damage
Karen Newell Aug 2014
He thought it fun
to have her nibble at his Heart
in that filigree pattern so lovely.
Until one day he noticed
he had a Heart full of holes
373 · Aug 2014
The Poetess
Karen Newell Aug 2014
For hours she sits,
the Poetess,
alone in her dreamy world.
Weaving a tapestry
of consciousness.
Ink upon paper,
curling clusters of words, waiting
to be deciphered
by a wandering kindred soul.
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