Good Luck!

Posted on March 15, 2026 by Karima Hoisan

 

Good Luck!

I see good luck in the strangest places
It’s been a solid thread
in my weave.
I’ve learned to expect it anywhere, anytime
and nothing is too hard to believe….

sometimes in crystals
sometimes in the leaves of the palm
to have suitors at 80
and people still coming around….

Good luck is the pen name of Grace
When Grace is shy she signs “Good Luck”
When Grace is feeling playful
she calls it your lucky day
but it’s really Grace…
coming your way.

Grace is so completely undeserved…
Nothing you do or don’t, will bring her
or keep her away.
When she feels like it, she leaves you a gift
That’s how she works and Voilá…
It’s your lucky day!

Karima Hoisan
March 15, 2026
Costa Rica

* Footnote: The lines that begin “sometimes in crystals
sometimes in the leaves of the palm…” I woke up in the middle
of the night, repeating.. I wrote them down..I guess they wanted to be
this poem…( I do hope so 🙂

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That Old VHS

Posted on March 13, 2026 by Karima Hoisan

 

That Old VHS
for Umahmad

It cost me $100 to convert that old VHS into a video file…
I had no idea what was on it
except the title promised, “Road to Petra.”

I hoped it would show me her face
just to see her face once more
would be more than worth it.

I had to wait a week and in that time
I fantasized all the wonderful things
I would see again twenty two years later.

How disappointing to find, there was only
a close up of a flicking horse tail,
rear legs chugging ahead, through the surreal gorge
now deemed a New Wonder of The World.

She sat to my left in the front seat
behind the driver
my two brothers sat behind us
and the camera, unknown to me
was capturing just what it could see
as I had no idea it was turned on..

Sometimes you’d see the ground, sometimes the walls
of this little opening…a narrow road
that Nature had  carved out of a mountain.

How disappointing, not a face captured along the road
as the cart bumped and swayed …
but what was hidden in this old tape
was her laughing voice again
as we conversed in Arabic

I held my breath.
There she was I heard her, alive again..,in 2004
and laughing and joking with me.

In one instant the bumping camera caught our feet
squished together on the floor of the cart
by God, is that not worth $100?
What price??? to share once more,
in our closeness and in her living laughter and joy?

Karima Hoisan
March 13, 2026
Costa Rica

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The Lightness of Ramadan on YouTube

Posted on February 24, 2026 by Karima Hoisan

Ramadan Mubarak! A Blessed Ramadan! Ramadan Kareem! A Generous Ramadan.
In this video I offer my impressions of one aspect of Ramadan… Fasting.. I wrote this poem a few years ago and it was published on Spillwords… this year I made the video. I love Ramadan:) I dedicate this video to all muslims, all over the world, especially to my family in Karak Jordan and my family in the USA. Please watch in 4K
A special thanks to James Ottobre.. for his prayer-spot, Mum., grown in his garden.🙏

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Ramadan Kareem! Generous Ramadan!!

Posted on February 19, 2026 by Karima Hoisan

For Muslims all over the world I wish you a Blessed, Generous Ramadan.
I join you with my prayers and my fast and I pray for world peace.
I pray for all who suffer in the world and I pray for world compassion.
For my family in Jordan and the descendents of UmAhmad (who I love as my own) in the United States I join my fast with yours.
I miss you. I miss spending Ramadan with all of you 
Ramadan Kareem! 🌙

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Retro, A Music Poem Video on YouTube

Posted on February 10, 2026 by Karima Hoisan

Remember snail-mail..pen pal’s, waiting for the mailman?
Well as one fellow artist put it, my latest is a “Boomer’s Nostalgia”
For those too young to be Boomers……See what you missed?
Enjoy in 4K and PS..I’m pretty proud of the music..
Support to my YouTube channel with Likes and comments is
very much appreciated.. I give you Retro:)

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The One & Only Bubbles!!

Posted on February 3, 2026 by Karima Hoisan

Our one-and-only Bubbles… our “stuffed – animal” (very much alive:) He is part sheep, part poodle and part cat..or he is a cat in sheepskin jammies or a poodle with a cat face and a feather tail(not shown) right out of Dr Seuss:)? In any case he is adorably cute:):) and loves to pose for photos:)

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Bird Buffet: A Home-Movie Production

Posted on January 26, 2026 by Karima Hoisan

Hi everyone,
well it certainly seems I’ve been stuck in  “Bird mode” in the last few posts. and this is yet
another look:)
Some of you will remember this time-lapse of my window-sill feeder, taken by my daughter Poett and other shots mixed with my very bizarre music and poem.
I hope you will give it a look and a Like:):)
This time I give you a  home movie shot on our phones, of our home bird feeder and property in San Isidro de General, Costa Rica. Some migratory birds, the little Tennessee Warbler, for example, come every year to our window-sill all the way from Canada.
Feed the Birds. Be Kind and Thoughtful to our feathered friends.

Original music,  poem and editing by me. Polished does not describe this video, more an amateur production , but made with love for our birds of Costa Rica.
NO AI Used! Human Made Only! Please watch in 4K

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Dawn Bird on YouTube

Posted on January 18, 2026 by Karima Hoisan

Good morning,
I’m sharing a little video poem I made and put on YouTube. Please watch in 4K
and enjoy your flight:)

Dawn Bird

The Dawn Bird wakes before sunrise
she stretches and preens,
as the waves touch  the shore

Then she starts her patrol
over the little jewel of land
she calls home…
a fantasy world of bubbles & corridors
ferns and mandalas
chimes and rich sounds
emanating balance  & peace
lightness, fluidity & flow.

She flies back and forth
climbs and descends
this is her life,
a loop full of bubble & beauty
a place she knows well
and has found her security

Born in the mind of an artist
he knew she  was what was missing
so  he gently dropped her into his creation.

When he saw her take off he smiled and said
“Fly with effortless  grace, kindness & song”
Dawn bird how you brighten each day
and now even in my dreams
I will see your wide wings
almost flapping in slow motion
as you soar above me

Karima Hoisan
Jan. 17, 2026
Costa Rica



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“From Stone”- A Poem from 2013

Posted on January 14, 2026 by Karima Hoisan

Hi all,
I found this poem I posted in 2013 here on my blog. Most of you were not reading me back then….so I hope you enjoy it today:)

From Stone

It started out as stone, with the Sculptor peering in the window
a stone- piece placed upon a board, a game of chess,  
and a bit of unsure give and take while waiting for a train.
It takes time for stones to smooth in waves or gifted hands;
it takes the patience of an Artist to carve a masterpiece,
from stone… from only stone.

Oh the chiseling had its painful parts along with aching joy,
skilled fingers leaving gashes, excess caution tossed away.
The slab was smaller now and it began to shine and then refine,
with just one blow so carefully placed, it broke right into two.
Two from one were fashioned, as the Artist’s vision grew,
and many angles tried and cast aside, to see the two align.

 Oh the thinning had its painful parts along with aching joy,
to place them on the edge would be to invite them both to fall.
So delicate, as if blown by breath, how quickly they would shatter.
There was nothing left of stone, just glass, transparent, and reflecting.
If one fell on top the other, it would be the end of both, so vulnerable and sheer,
and they became like precious jewels, when moonlight rose to hold them.

The Artist was their owner and he chose to put them far from harm.
He hid them in His chess game, with the board so firmly on the table.
Most people looking in would not even be aware that they were there.
Stable in the center of the table, they were outside the game that was being played,
hidden in plain sight, two crystal figurines that would cry and sing with just a finger
running down their middle.  How could it be, they were once made from stone?
from stone… from only stone.

Karima Hoisan
October 21st 2013
Costa Rica

 

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And Speaking of Birds: The Mating Season

Posted on January 11, 2026 by Karima Hoisan

Two of our National Birds (The Clay-Colored Thrush) Fighting For Territory

Well since I’m on the bird subject, my muse got inspired by a piece of music
I was composing in Garage Band (No AI used) and convinced me I could write
and recite a poem to it:)  Since I always say yes to my muse….I did:)
So here it is…entitled “The Mating Season”  Please listen to it and enjoy:)

Our National Birds are starting to fight
wings clapping & clacking like castanets
as they duel for airspace & a mate
after all it is the mating season,

Each male has his song
to turn the female on
to boast  his territory is safe,
Some species are more lovers than warriors.
They pair up quietly, some even for life’
and nest building is on everyone’s mind.
Both search for the right materials
some eggs are being fertilized on the wing
oblivious of the human beings
kissing under their nesting tree.

The warm night, the majestic sunsets
the cool evening breeze
the call of the male in the night
there’s no doubt…it’s mating season.

There’s never a doubt..a bargain’s been made
the female has chosen her mate
now nests will be woven eggs will be laid ,
Ahhh it’s the mating season.

Karima Hoisan
January 10, 2026
Costa Rica
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Nuestras aves nacionales empiezan a pelear
con sus alas batiendo y chasqueando como castañuelas
mientras se baten a duelo por el espacio aéreo y una pareja
después de todo, es época de apareamiento

Cada macho tiene su canto
para excitar a la hembra
para presumir de su territorio
de que su territorio es seguro
Algunas especies son más amantes
menos guerreras
se aparean discretamente,
algunas incluso de por vida
y la construcción del nido está en la mente de todos
ambos buscan los materiales adecuados
algunos huevos se fertilizan en vuelo
ajenos a los seres humanos
besándose bajo el árbol de su nido

La cálida noche, los majestuosos atardeceres
la fresca brisa vespertina
el llamado del macho en la noche
no hay duda… es época de apareamiento

Nunca hay duda… se ha hecho un trato
la hembra ha elegido a su pareja
ahora se tejerán los nidos, se pondrán los huevos
¡Ah, es época de apareamiento!

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