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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.
Karen Newell Aug 2014
She used to wield her power,
turning every mans head,
believing in her own whims.
Now she walks the street,
Watching younger women
and men's foolish faces
on craning rubber necks.
She is laughing merrily
in her Wisdom
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.
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Born of
Blood and

Upon this
Beautiful yet
Far from

Birthed from
Sky and

These Bodies
Together yet

What do
We Create
Out of
Guts and

A Legend
A Fable
A Bedtime Story?

An Epic
A Fairy Tale
Crafted then
Finely honed?

A Soliloquy
A Tome
A Poem?

Before We
Revert to
Sky and

We Return
To Our
Heavenly Home
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.
Only in my own mind.

An Egos' snowflake
of mortal experience.
Karen Newell Aug 2014
along the arroyo.
are my Words?"
no stone unturned.
for the flood
of ink
to gush again
from my empty fingers.
the page.
my Soul.
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
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
Karen Newell Aug 2014

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.
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.
Karen Newell Aug 2014
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.
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
I followed your Flute
and never turned
Karen Newell Aug 2014
You only wanted Me
til I wanted You

Content to win the game
you surge away.
You say
I am no longer amusing

I drown
for a while
in the wake of Your absence.

When the backwash waves
slowly dissipate
my Heart
that was You

I only want
Karen Newell Aug 2014
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 :))
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.....
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Sheets snap in the breeze
Scrubbed for the millionth time
Neighbors smirk and wink
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
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.
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.
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
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.
We let the silence
fall between us.
I am afraid
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.
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.
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
Karen Newell Aug 2014
He had a short fuse,
with long warning labels.
Still, she could not resist
striking that match.
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
Karen Newell Aug 2014
We are but tiny specks,
filled with every experience.
Pawns for God's pleasure.
Karen Newell Aug 2014
I found your lamp
beneath a bushel
and rubbed it
til A Genie
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.
Now I am ready
for more solid food.
I Want
to See the World
thru Your Eyes.
We could make
Something Beautiful
I promise....
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,
Our live well was full.
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.
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 :))
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.
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Whether real or unreal
matters not to me.
Those sweet soul poems
are a distracted joy
on the brink of my mind.
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.
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Poets pen their Love.
A tangible tracery,
ink stains from the Soul.
Karen Newell Sep 2014
Lay me on the page.
Where your romantic thoughts
soothe my soul.

Lay me on the page.
Let the words
from the bowl of your heart
curve around my mind
in that voice
so slow and sensual.

Lay me on the page.
Where I will wander
in your imagination.
Where reality will drop away
Karen Newell Aug 2014
Plucking vibrations
into the air.
Strumming, strumming,
softly soothing.
Combing, combing,
gently smoothing
the neglected tangles
of My Mind
Karen Newell Aug 2014
We drift across the dunes.
Shadows on the sand
where the Star Spirits dance.
Opening the Eye
of the Universe
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?
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...
Let's dance!!
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.
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.
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.

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


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.
Nice bounce by Janky Blackman, I couldn't just leave Her hanging there though! :))
Karen Newell Aug 2014
When rose wears off the glasses
we quickly seek a new prescription.
Trying to regain the 20/20 vision,
that fairy tale of youth.
Karen Newell Aug 2014
The string of Words
across the World.
Epiphanies set,
pen to paper.
Those ink blots
an eternal language.
Each word a paradigm
of the Poets' Truth.
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.
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
He says he holds no Wisdom.
That his cup is dry,
though he feels like a man drowning.
Why then do we flock to his feet?
So many hungry birds
pecking at the bits of poetry
which fall from his Soul.
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.
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.
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