Ignorance is Bliss

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I guess I never really knew you.
While I was real enough, you were more pretend.
Should I hang on to the deception you weaved
that made you my very best friend?

I had something so unique with only you,
that was once in a lifetime and one of a kind.
Two muses that held hands walking down the street
while the two of us, trustingly, tagged along behind.

Each muse whispering different things to each other.
and yet yours and mine were so totally aligned.
In all honesty, we came together on an artistic plane
that few others in this world, will ever be able to find.

Now the sad truth is coming out; I know too much about you,
which makes me of course, want to know more.
The you that walked the planet earth outside the digital,
was so very different from the you, I knew inside the virtual core.

Of course I can and will forgive the deception.
How could I not? We were incredible; we were the cream.
But inside me, I am crying softly for my lost innocence
that left me, struggling behind, when I awoke from this dream.

Karima Hoisan
Nov. 26, 2021
Costa Rica

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Short Prose Poetry Contest – Honorable Mention

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Karima Hoisan, inspired by Sahara,
The Stars of Wadi Rum

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After the devoured lamb
licking our fingers clean
2 million stars of Wadi Rum
pulling our eyes
up to the sky
You hooked my 
little pinkie
with yours
as we lay in the sand
hearing the adolescent boy
playing the Oud
until he made us cry.

Purple mountains
pink sand,
fake feet fights 
laughing undercover
we muffled our laughter
with your sleeve.
No-one has the right
to be this happy

All I need is you.

Your profile,
a Persian princess
framed in embers
from a dying fire….
My honored one,
I trace your nose
with my feather,
wrap the blanket tighter,
those gelid desert nights.
are swirling swirling.

“Tomorrow
I’ll buy the best gold
to adorn us.
You always laugh
when I am serious.
I’m really serious!”

Some masks
with silver tooling
and hanging coins,
We’ll tinkle
and impress
next time
we buy bread,
but tonight….
I just need you
alone.
Cling to me,
we are a shipwrecked
life raft for each other
on this rolling sea
of sand.

*     *     *     *     *     *

“The caves are so beautiful
in morning light
“Come sleep 
up above with us”
“You’ll miss it all”

“No thank you..
We’ll sleep below,
right here
by the fire…..”

“All I need is you
           and
the stars of Wadi Rum”

 

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Type-cast by Love

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“Amor” by Jack Vettriano

Type-cast by Love

Even the bad tastes good in my history
when I turn back the pages
and yes, it was all about love, all about
the many ways and forms I was molded,
shaped by love, by the sleepless nights
of loving and hoping to be loved.

A longer life than I sometimes admit to,
My Director chose the most wonderful parts..
and I accepted every one, because…
well I knew, I did not write the play..
Still I had themes just made for me…
amazing roles and I learned the inside
out of love and loss.
I was type-cast by love and I didn’t care.
Love, lack of love, more love than I knew what to do with…
I was up for each role..
even trying to stay within the rules.

I learned to love the loveless…
because I always could see inside.
I made strange choices, that in the end, turned out just fine..
When love is the compass, the North Star,
there is little danger of not getting to where you were going.
I never noticed details, that might impede,
On the contrary. I embraced each new script of love,
with a seasoned actor’s security….
Out of the corner of my eye
watching for the Director’s nod
and then….
I’d throw my whole self into the role.

It’s time to say, “Thank you,”
as my large reel is winding down.
Grateful for every walk-on, for every starring role,
I still keep that sign out in front saying..
“Free to be in the next production”
“Open for love in your upcoming show.”
but…
I only work for The Best.

Karima Hoisan
Nov. 19, 2021
Costa Rica

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New Paint

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New Paint

The workman are tapping on the walls
since 6 a.m.
Instead of sanding 50 years of paint
they chip chip away the old
and ready it to be painted anew.

Ironically,
the new color,
will be the original
envisioned a half century ago
by people not even in my family.
No doubt they compared,
holding up colored plates,
the tricky decision to find
just the right white,
out of almost 60 shades.

Then in its tan days,
soccer players
practiced on the lawn,
Priests came to dinner,
People laughed and acted silly.
No one even saw the paint,
they just felt the warmth
emanating from inside.

In it’s blue days, things fell apart;
The roof cried in every room
when it rained too hard.
Less people visited,
even a pandemic locked the owners inside.
Blue time, surrounded by
peeling Wedgwood walls.

Now the rebirth!
Doubly vaccinated people
want to come over
and feel that house again
with all it’s memories…
Open wide its doors…
“Oh the house looks lovely”

Layers of life, fondly recalled
then chip chipped away.
But all is as it should be;
this reborn white, completes the circle
of a well-lived in house,
of many paintings and peelings,
that begins it’s rebirth,
one more time…. today.

Karima Hoisan
Nov. 16, 2021
Costa Rica

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My Poem,”Way With Words” on Spillwords Press

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Hello everyone,
I am happy to share today, that my poem, “Way With Words” is now up on Spillwords Press.
This is my 7th poem chosen for their site, and once again I am grateful to the editors and all at Spillwords, for accepting my latest submission.

Way With Words.
I lost my way with words when I lost you.
I had this way with them, I was the gentle trainer,
and words were pigeons, squabbling,
until I coaxed them to their place;
and even if I let them go, a thousand miles from where you lived,
I know…because I know…
you felt their wings aflutter, trying to get back home upon your chest,
and there they stayed a while, before they laid upon my sheet to rest…….

(Please continue to their site to read the rest)  Click the link below:
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A La Virtual

By the blue virtual sea…
The waves lap and roll
and their energy,
liquid bubbles of blue,
rise up, passing through me
to my brain from my toes.

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I feel as well as see
and in this moment
I am at peace
while happiness flows
through me.

I hope you don’t pity me
or think I am escaping reality,
I have just learned a secret…
there is more than one, really…
more than one reality.

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A la virtual,
movies play over me;
Try to imagine that
you are the screen…
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A moving sidewalk
displays black & white
photography….
I am black and white,
while colorful scenery
surrounds me.

And wherever I am,
I become part of
everything, when
I dance
sit or stand,,
or do Tai Chi..
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I built this world,
from just a tear
and an empty green square.
Now, the waves lap the shores,
birds call in the trees,
and I dance and I dance
in noble company.

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Tai Chi in a shark pool,
might be a bit extreme,
but they’re not real big sharks;
they just nip and let go.
They’re all bite and no body,
so they move very slow.

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Sometimes the water hypnotizes,
I get lost in the changing textured hues
and my avatar mirrors every ripple
as I lose myself in the pose, and move.
I smile at the sharks,
in this constantly moving painting
Surreally speaking,
what can they really do?
They’re just bouncy inflated balloons.

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A la virtual, 
I let my creativity run,
like a stabled pony,
let out on a field..
and it all exists, because
I made and molded and placed it,
not just for my enjoyment,
but for anyone,
who wants to come…
and share it all with me.

Karima Hoisan
Nov. 9. 2021

The Natascha Randt Memorial
Kitely – Virtual Worlds

*Here’s the door in: https://www.kitely.com/virtual-world/Karima-Hoisan/The-Natascha-Randt-Memorial

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The Natascha Randt Memorial on Kitely -Virtual Worlds

Hi everyone…
Ever since the passing of my creative partner and best friend, Natascha, I have been building her memorial…and now it is finished! For those of you with virtual avatars in Opensim, you can access it here  The Natascha Randt Memorial
For everyone else…I will let this movie, I made speak for itself. Likes and comments on YouTube are very appreciated. I am at peace now… Alhamdulillah.
  Thank you all for your concern and love shown to me, in these very hard times.

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“Hallo Sushi”

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              Taken on the Natascha Randt Memorial on Kitely- Virtual Worlds on Demand

If I could conjure you now
in a pastel-blue cauldron
stirring your potion
with a brush and a bell
with a drum beat and a flute…
then…
even if my words
were beyond meaning…
to everyone but you…
would you answer me?
Would you let me know?
Just let me know.
Flip reality inside out
one – more- time,

So I can finally just let go.

I am dancing Tai Chi;
the music is sad.
and y
our humor is dark and funny.
Your photos of a shark in a roof-top pool
make me smile…
because they’re so you,
a touch risqué, a bit over the top.
This world I am building…
everything I’m doing now
is so you.. It’s all you!
You perfume the air
with all those videos, photos,
 memories, words, and jet fuel.
I see you spontaneously dance
go “Boaaah” and “maaaan” and lol & lol.
We still had so much more we could do…
and yet..
we were stopped.
Our mortality stopped us,
when we were looking the other way.

You left to pass over the sky’s frontier
and I remained behind,
building your colorful empire after life.

The question I always seem to ask myself…
Why did I not do this when you were alive?
I want you to see it…see, how I remember you.
The funny irreverent German girl
who played with airplanes
instead of dolls…
Who was loyal and giving,
sharp and soft,
brilliant and funny,

who knew what she wanted
and what could be done…
and her favorite expression,
“Why not?”

Who would swim
in a pool with sharks
and greet them defiantly,
Rolling those movie-star eyes.
with a knife & fork in her hands,

grinning…
“Hallo Sushi”

Karima Hoisan
October 28th, 2021
The Natascha Randt Memorial

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Way Too Bright…

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Everyone tells me
to stand up on my feet…
My pale face and dark cloud space
is bringing them down to blue
Oops!…did I get some on you?
Well…I’m working on it..
I’m coming back from the dead
I’m pulling it together
I’m stapling my head
I can’t seem to push myself
out into the daylight
Into those colored moving shapes
way too brightway too bright...
The night light talks to me;
It gallops over my walls so freely.
Pretty cotton candy ponies
rotate round and round
as I sit in the dark,
just about one foot under the ground.

Everyone says…
a month heals everything!
A broken heart, a world torn apart
in 30 days….
it’s back together again.
My life seems to work in a different way
Mine crawls in the cracks
flat-lines on its back
like a jelly fish, it wiggles on a dish
spineless, helpless, viscous,
without even realizing
how unappetizing… how uninviting.
Could stay in bed forever
Just watching my dreams.
Could never come downstairs again;
Who would notice? Who would even see?
I don’t feel like taking another breath
but this body keeps on making me.
The night light talks to me
It gallops over my walls so freely
Pretty cotton candy ponies
rotate round and round
as I sit in the dark,
just about one foot under the ground.

Karima Hoisan
October 24, 2021
Costa Rica
*Footnote….I am not in such a dark place at the moment..
my muse just went on the dark side a bit…it’s been a long time
since I let those horses run.

 

 

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Drive! A Randt & Hoisan Production

I want to share with you, the latest and last Randt & Hoisan Production.
It would be the 29th film Nat and I made together. We worked on it for more than 2 years off and on, because of Nat’s deteriorating health.
She had hopes that after her surgery, she would be able to finish it…but she passed away before that could happen.
All the scenes were shot by Nat and some of the first part was also edited by her….then the last 2 minutes were dark. I didn’t have her footage, just some I kept, but I felt it important, to finish it for her..for us. I believe she would have wanted that. I hope you enjoy, Drive!
Fullscreen & HD and the sound up!  Feel free to put a Like or comment on YouTube too:)
This one’s for you Nat!

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