~ Blessed Be ~

_____()_()
 _____(^..^) 
                        ____(••--->>---- "Hi!" 
_______\_\_
  ________o\_ 
    _________\_\_
                   ________o\_______
                   ___\_____(__O_O_\_ 
                                ___^_________O_)~~~*__ 
                   ___/______O__O_)
                    ______II\____III
              ___________II\____III
               ___________II_\___III 
                                              __->>----(,,)_(,,)((,,)__ ^^^^^^^^^

The cool giraffe says "hi!."  Yellowbea sent him to me... 

Yuletide image from photobucket   

My background was created for me by Big Mick at the request of my friend Iridessa MoonFlower. It was for winning the member spotlight in her group. Please do not copy without our permission;

Iridessa MoonFlower .

 http://allpoetry.com/column/2347151

Here's a list of help and resources for those of you who may need extra support and guidance. We all do at times... message me if you need anything!

http://allpoetry.com/column/2353337

I own the People with Disabilities Group and help run A Group for Animal Lovers. Please feel welcome to join... You can be friends of people with disabilities as well... 

  http://allpoetry.com/group/show/People%20with%20Disabilities

  http://allpoetry.com/group/show/A%20group%20for%20animal%20lovers

  

  

 Member of the Month on AP!

   (I can brag a little! ... lol's)

 http://allpoetry.com/column/2352283

  

Vibrant Sister

Vibrant sister, Whose words move to the song the Angels sing, And whose eyes see beyond all earthly things. Vibrant sister, Who guides me with a gentle hand, And who captured the beauty of the land. Vibrant sister, May we stand beneath the full-bellied moon, May you hear her ancient, aching tune. Vibrant sister, Let us take joy in searing morning light, And the startling beauty of sudden flight. Vibrant sister, May the Goddess sing your praise, For all your splendid, exquisite ways. Author notes For Karen by my soul sister Senkura. Check her page. The girl has talent!

http://allpoetry.com/Senkura

  

I want to share something with all of you. I found another childhood friend of mine. Her name is Barbara. I was saddened to find out that her son was killed in a hiking accident when he fell to his death. His name was Eric and he was only 25 years old. He had just graduated from college and was quite the athlete, humanitarian and scientist/scholar. Eric was finishing up taking a trip around the world and he had helped open up a library in Zambia, Africa. He died in Chiapas, Mexico. His parents started an organization in Eric's name called All People Be Happy, which is devoted to ending poverty in the world. I am very proud of all of them and I am posting the link here for everyone who visits my page to check out. You will not be disappointed!

http://allpeoplebehappy.org/

 

Rest in peace and with the Divine

dear Eric Tang!

 

Here is a website devoted to the memories and life of Eric. You will be moved by the accomplisments of this young man. He did more in his short life of 25 years than most do in a life-time of 80 years!

 

http://www.allpeoplebehappy.info/

  

My college bosom buddy wrote this to me; (we just found each other again after 20 years!) -

  

By: Sherry Runyon	Sat, Mar 28, 2009 at 4:57 PM
She suddenly emerges from ancient times where we rose from our childhood seas facing mysterious fates Our men are dead now love has changed we return to our first selves recalling lightness truth and beauty now bearing life's scars hearts worn familiar and still tender --Sherry

  

Another year with Allpoetry! 

I've been with Allpoetry for almost three years now!!

 

 

 

My buddy Callisto Athena did the dragon and kitties tag for me!

I like how unique it is. I found the image on Photobucket.

 

 

My dear friend Gooshawn did this for me for the New Year.

She gives me far too much credit here, but I love it! My daughter and son are with me in this photo taken on Mother's Day, 2008.

 

 

 

Courtesy of Photobucket

Something my dear friend Debilynn wrote about me. I am so honored!

http://allpoetry.com/poem/4781073

 

 

http://allpoetry.com/group/show/A%20group%20for%20animal%20lovers

By Callisto Athena. Credit her if used!

 

 

 

  

  

Tag by Nichtmich. Do not copy unless it is specifically for the Group for People With Disabilities. Thank you.

  http://allpoetry.com/group/show/People%20with%20Disabilities

 

Blessings from the Goddess  of   the Elements!  

  

Courtesy of Photobucket ~ Artist - Kinuko Craft

 

 

for fun:

I love reading and writing Poetry, painting and other forms of art and photography. I am a nature-lover, animal-lover and I enjoy hiking in mountains and observing the wild with non-intrusive respect.

 

my job:

I am a pediatric occupational practitioner that did early intervention for almost 20 years. I am focusing on writing, painting and helping run a support group. Also, I am developing a few websites.

 

favorite hot spots:

 

I enjoy many different foods and international cooking, although I am vegetarian and have some food allergies that I have to be careful about. I believe in eating healthy.

 

favorite things:

There is no limit to the music I enjoy, as long as it is tasteful. I enjoy exploring music from other countries and listening to many kinds of instruments, such as the didgeriedoo. I am fascinated by all forms of music. Music resonates with the soul.

 

last read:

Ayurvedic Healing, Merging with Siva, Gnostic Writings of the Soul, Loving Ganesh, The Bhagadvageda, Ramakrishna and Christ and Indian Legends

 

 

Philosophy is something that I pursue, having studied the philosophy of religion. I have studied sociology as well. I am fascinated by the pursuit of truth, but I have found that in seeking truth, that there is no ultimate or final answer.

 

my background:

 

 

I have been writing poetry since I was seven years old. Art, music and photography followed shortly thereafter. I come from a family of artists and musicians. My mother was an artist and a psychiatric social worker. Presently I am working on presenting an exhibit of her and my art; in honor of her (she passed away over 20 years ago).

 

I did some modeling and acting as a teen, but this was not my forte. I have a degree in social sciences and childhood development and education. Later I went back to become an Occupational Therapy Practitioner. I have also studied and taken courses in philosophy, art, writing and music. I play the piano, guitar, recorder and violin (out of practice!). Once in a while now, I pick up my guitar and recorder and the music flows!

 

I worked in the garment industry in my early 20's. A rough business!

My late husband and I ran a graphic arts and printing business for several years. I published several poems in anthologies and am currently publishing a book of poems of my own and completing a few novels, one that is autobiographical.

 

 

 

 

MY FAMILY HERE AT ALLPOETRY

 

My dear, sweet soul sister, Libithina  (Libby)

who is always there for me nomatter what!

 

Beloved sister Rheea who has stuck with me through thick and thin!

 

Fairy God-Daughter, Lady Australis (SweetXDestiny)

 

Sister, tawk  (Theresa) a friend who understands to the end and beyond!

 

Senkura - my little sister - a very talented young lady!

 

Judith Chandler - a sister and friend with whom I have much in common.

 

My AP daughter - Lost in a Dreamstar

 

My friend and soul sister - Maa

 

ears2hearyou - another sis!

 

Fritz O skennick - my talented ap brother...

 

 

And many, many cherished friends... too many to list them all here!

 

 

A poem that Libby (Libithina) wrote for us;

 

 

Waves of Love

 

of soft balmy waves,

glistening under rays

from a warm beaming sun..

set in a clear blue sky..

soft warm sand trickles

between your toes

tickling waves lick your feet.

taste the salty air..

licking your lips..

as the warm balmy breeze

 brushes your cheek

and lifts your hair

rest awhile

gaze at the shimmering shale

and crystal waters

slender bubblling dance

breathe again

the warm refrain

a rainbow shell

is at your feet

shiny pearl

for you to keep

it is a gift

from the spirit of the sea,

the air, and the breeze

enjoy this gift

of hearts impart

take along when you depart

but please remember

any time

to come back..

right to the start

to refresh and unwind

anytime

you need to Be

anytime

you need to Be.. Free

in our place in the sun

 

With All of my Love Always Lib x xx x x

and to all your lovely family x

 

 

 

Something Special I did for Libby;

 

http://allpoetry.com/poem/4718837

 

 

 

 

A POEM MY DEAR FAIRY GOD-DAUGHTER WROTE FOR ME  - Lady Australis; 

 

 

My AP angels

Are my mothers who I hold dearly
Each is like an emotion I hold in my heart
Without them I wouldn’t be whole
Or even alive

Through I have a few mothers
Each of them is as special to me as gems
And as different as the stars in the sky’s
Each unique , each one within themselves
Is their own person

You all know my mothers
They light up the sky
With their open hearts and minds
Their loving embraces
All I know is im lucky to have
So many that love me

To my mothers
Den, CJ, Jan, Jessica, kat, lissa, Karen
I love you so much
You are my angels
My guiding stars

 

by SweetXDestiny

 

 

A poem Rheea wrote to me; God bless her sweet soul!

 

 

 

  

Sister

I give you peace I send you love I cry tears today so you do not need too I send you all my good thoughts I take your bad I take your pain along with mine so for just a sweet sweet time you can breathe and be a normal girl across the miles I send my mind not (that) my heart is so strong my mind is strong - I can carry us (both) for a while I promise and my promises never lie. your sister

  

  

  

   

 

Demeter

 

 

Defeater of death, Mother of Spring

Evermore the womb of hope you bring

Mother of Nature, Goddess of the Grain

Every seed and tree within you reigns

Tender and caring to your beloved Cora

Endless sadness when she is taken  below

Reflecting in grief through the forsaken snow

 

By Karen L. Eisenlord (c) 2008

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Persephone 

 

 

Purity fresh and a delight to all

Eternal Spring before the Fall

Rare and radiant gentle Being

Suffering Winter in pain unseen

Endless beauty and hope renewed

Perfect flower always in bloom

Happiness renewed in your rebirth

Ongoing joy, pleasure and mirth

Never will one give up in life

Evermore you sooth the strife!

 

 

By Karen L. Eisenlord  (c) 2008

 

 

 

 

 

 

Picture of the poet, (that's me), in the mountains

 

 

 

 

 

 

---

  My Angel

Once when I was child of eight
I had a fantastic dream
Of a wonderful fate…
For it was unforgettable
in its beauty…
It was unbelievable…
In what it allowed me to see

I was sitting on a bench
In a graveyard crying,
dying trees all around me
In their death agony
they were sighing
And I felt very lost
And oh so all alone…
For there was no life
left anywhere
For me to know…

Alas, only the cold wind
Was all around me blowing
And an unseen Raven
Somewhere was cawing
Through the lifeless trees
Their sounds did scream…
As if in a death cry
Or so it seemed…

And I wept in the torment
Of my loneliness…
I lamented in the sorrow
Of my forelorness…
Filled with fear
At the death
I saw around me…
I buried my face
No longer wanting to see…

Then, there came a warm wind
That rushed asunder
And a gentle touch
Did I feel on my shoulder
Then, awe-stricken
I looked up to see her
A vision I had never fathomed
A love I had never felt before

Soft blue and piercing eyes
Reaching into infinity
Clear and peaceful
No end could I see
Skin translucent and fair
The sun was out shown
By the radiance of her hair

Wings that reached
To an unseen height
A gown of woven colors
That bore no earthly sight
The unconditional tenderness
Of Her Presence
I had never before known
And her whole being
Like all the stars
Together, shown

She sat down beside me
Gently placing my head
In her lap…
She stroked my hair
To take away the mishaps
And as feelings of trust
And faith overcame me
These unspoken words of
Truth she said to me

“Dear child, rid yourself
of your confusion
and your fears…
let the hope of my coming
dry away your tears…
Believe in the Divine
and know that there is a reason
though the purpose is unseen
your trust will have its season”

then she kissed my forehead
and left me sitting there
entranced by the reality
of her truth and her care
I wanted to follow her
And know where she went
By whom and by what
Was she sent?

And I followed her
I know not how or where
For I seemed to be floating
Without a fear…
She disappeared behind
These tall bushes of green
And I was afraid her presence
Had been but a dream

I peeked through the shrubs
And what came to my sight
Cannot be compared to
Any earthly beauty or delight
For there was a fountain
Which people partook of freely
A spring in which
All of humanity swam in
Unashamed and innocently

A hurt pierced me inside
As I realized I couldn’t stay
For I knew there was a price
Of living for me to pay
I went back from where I came
My life was still the same…
Except that the words of
My Angel would always be
And the truth of the vision
To comfort in times of misery

Karen Lee Gilbert Eisenlord 2007

Author notes

This really happened to me when I was eight years old. I have always carried this memory of the love and the promise that I was given. The recollection and reality of this always has and does help me through life and the many challenges that life presents. I look forward to one day crossing over to that beautiful vision of Paradise that I saw when my beloved Guardian Angel guided me there and I was allowed for a brief moment to see Heaven. This is the first time that I have shared this with anyone outside of my immediate family and a few very close friends. I offer this to you now, to give you hope that there is something more and a better place that awaits us all. Angels truly exist, there is a God and Paradise awaits us. Everything does happen for a reason in life.

I believe it to this day and have never lost faith in Her and the message of hope that She gave me.

 

 

 

 

You are the Reason I Get Up in the Morning...

You are the reason
I get up in the morning...
Your soft golden, flowing hair
like sunlit sparkles in the air
Those whimsical, sweet eyes
of ocean blue...
All the seeking and loving
ways about you
The cuddly, warm pajamas
that you wear
Little endearing things
that show you care

That first cup of morning
tea between us...
The smiles, the glances
All the love and the fuss
You are the sunshine
that starts my day
...the reason that
I feel this way...
A change in season
Lulling tunes you  sing
For you are the reason
I get up in the morning

Cora and Karen

Author notes

This is a poem that my daughter and I wrote together for each other.

 

 

 

 

Maggie the elephant was just recently retired from her bondage at the zoo in Alaska to the Elephant Sancturary in California. Yes! Thanks to all of the efforts of animal rights advocates. Great job everyone! Now, if we can only put an end to the exploitation of other elephants in zoos, theme parks and circuses, that would be great. The ivory trade also needs to end and the elephant habitats preserved and protected. Please go to the sites below to sign a petitions for this effort. Thank you

 

http://www.thepetitionsite.com/petition/528128923

 

http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/help-billy-the-elephant-retire-from-the-la-zoo

 

 

STOP CHILD ABUSE WITH ZERO TOLERANCE!

My name is Chris
I am three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't do a wrong
I can't speak at all
Or else I'm locked up
All day long

When I'm awake

I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy

 does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get
One whipping tonight

I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's bar
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall

I try to hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I am starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says it's my fault
He suffers at work

He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to the door
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall

I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken,
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But it's now much to late
His face has been twisted
Into an unimaginable shape

The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh, please God, have mercy!
Oh, please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled out on the floor

My name is Chris
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me

 

 

YOU CAN HELP PREVENT CHILD ABUSE. BE AWARE, BE INFORMED AND ABOVE ALL, CARE! DO NOT TURN A BLIND EYE. IT TAKES A COMMUNITY TO RAISE A CHILD! GO ON-LINE AND JOIN AN ORGANIZATION THAT IS WORKING TO STOP CHILD ABUSE. YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE!

 

 Animals are a Part of Creation Too!

 

DO YOU KNOW THAT THERE IS A PROVEN LINK BETWEEN ANIMAL ABUSE AND DOMESTIC ABUSE? PEOPLE THAT ABUSE ANIMALS ARE MORE LIKELY TO ABUSE CHILDREN AND THEIR SPOUSES. THERE MUST BE ZERO TOLERANCE TOWARD ANY KIND OF ABUSE TOWARD ANY LIVING THING! 

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 

http://allpoetry.com/group/show/A%20group%20for%20animal%20lovers

No aerial shooting of

wolves allowed. Not

under my domain! 

 

 

 

 

 

 Artemis

 

 

Athletic beauty of the forest

Rare talent that is well spent

Time with animals and the unborn

Eternal mother to all of the forlorn

Mistress of the moon and of the soul

Intimate knowledge for all to know

 

Sacred light of my life you show!

 

 

By Karen L. Eisenlord (c) 2008

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Ode To My Artemis


When the firmament dulls into dusk,

my beautiful Artemis takes her pedestal

to hunt the very shadow of my grief.

What temple shall I build you, my love?

In what style & design? With what ritual, ceremony

and belief?



Your herbs of love conceal these scars;

Artemis, who could tell, once upon a time

trauma had pierced through my flesh.

In gratitude have I surrendered myself-

accept me, or I shall grieve like every wound

were fresh.



When sorrow descends again as Hera

and challenges for another Trojan War,

Artemis, now I shall fight your woe.

My tribute shall rage in every duel,

warmth whisper in every arrow, and love echo in

every blow.



Will the soul suffice as sacrifice

or shall I conquer the horizon of mighty Olympus

and make an offering at your noble feet?

In your crescent moonlight, your smile

illuminated inspiration and showed me ecstasy

in defeat


Copyright, The Risen Sun
Gold Trophy Winner in My Contest on Greek Mythology and Tragedies...


Author notes

Dedicated to my saviour...to my own Artemis, the hunter who shot down my sorrows.

 SAVE THE TIGERS!   THE SPIRIT OF THE FORESTS!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Black Coffin (Danae Alive in Me)
10/7/06

It's the feeling of. . .
Two doves flying and one is shot down
The creases of lips
Unfurled in a frown
Samson's mighty body
Chained to a mill
A captive white rabbit,
Held against its will

This world extends to the edge of this box
This box, my home floating near jagged rocks
The sea, it carries away my black coffin
Black coffin, the home that I live in

The inkiness of the massive ocean
In living cadavers, lack of motion
The dank corners of the dungeon you're chained to
The sweat on your forehead when you don't know what to do
The smell of bile in the back of your throat
The sting of a knife when your back is a scapegoat

I'm floating away
Where is the day?
Alone in my shell
This slow, crawling, hell. . .

I'm floating away
Where is the day?
Alone in my shell
This slow. Crawling. Hell.

This world extends to the edge of this box
This box, my home floating near jagged rocks
The sea, it carries away my black coffin
Black coffin, the home that I live in

Waves crashing and no one's there to share
The sight of might; the beauty of the sea
Do you know what it's like?
(What it's like)
To be the last man on Earth?

This world extends to the edge of this box
This box, my home floating near jagged rocks
The sea, it carries away my black coffin
Black coffin, the home that I live in. . .

This world extends to the edge of this box
This box, my home floating near jagged rocks
The sea, it carries away my black coffin
Black coffin, the home that I live in. . .


By: © James Brush, (Dead Kennedy Rolls)
Silver Trophy Winner in My Contest on Greek Mythology and Tragedies...

                                 

  BAN IVORY TRADE FOR GOOD!    

 

 

 

Factory Farming. Stop the Brutality! Put and End to the Exploitation, the Pollution, and the Waste!

I feel very strongly about ending the disgraces of factory farming and its damage to our environment, and our health and morale.

Please sign my "Factory Farming. Stop the Brutality! Put and End to the Exploitation, the Pollution, and the Waste!" petition.

Go to; http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/386653241 or Google this in and you will be taken to the petition.

I also support and/or advocate for the following groups, causes and organizations:

Humane Farming Association

Union of Concerned Scientists

In Defense of Animals

People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals

Isurvive -for survivors from abuse

Defenders of Wildlife

Save the Children
and Feed the Children

Save Darfur

Save Tibet

PAWS and The Elephant Sanctuary in Tennessee (places where animals who have been exploited by the entertainment industry are retired to and live out the rest of their lives in peace and happiness...most recently an elephant from the Los Angeles Zoo) and then Maggie, from her miserable existence in the zoo in Alaska! We must all save Billy from his bondage at the Los Angeles Zoo.

 

 

 http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/help-billy-the-elephant-retire-from-the-la-zoo

http://www.thepetitionsite.com/petition/528128923

 

and many more...

 

 

-----///\\-----Please
----///-\\\----put This
---|||---|||---on Your
---|||---|||---page If
---|||---|||---someone
----\\\-///----you knew
-----\\///-----passed
------///\-----away because
-----///\\\----of
----/// \\\---Cancer

 

In Honor of one of my step-grandmother's, Velma, who held a special love for me, and I for her. She died of cancer when I was ten years old.

 

In Honor of my late husband, Bruce. He was my best friend! It's been four years since he died of cancer.

 

And my stepfather, Roy. Ours was a turmultuous journey, but I will always remember the goodness in you.

 

My dear friend, (and like a brother to me), Jeffrey Runyon. He passed away in August, 2005 from lunger cancer complicated by pneumonia. We go way back to the 1960's - our good ole college days. My precious friend Sherry Dycaico Runyon, (whom I also met in college in the late 60's) and he were happily married all these years. He is survived by his wife Sherry and two beautiful daughters.

 

Aunt Ruth, my late mother's sister - died of lung cancer in 2005.

She is survived by my cousins Raoul and Aaron, me and lots of nieces and one nephew.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[chat]