Golden Headed Tanager
Hi everyone,
I’m going to take some personal time out, close the computer, and get back into my birds.
I just got new field glasses, so you can find me sitting outside watching them in the trees.
I will be back soon reading and contributing…Inshallah!
Love,
Karima
Image is “Late Date” by Dale Innis using ChatGPT
Enjoy my poem in a spoken word version to my own original music…
Ohh Loo!!!
You don’t wear it well old friend
you don’t wear it well
40 years before, it fit you
now you don’t wear it well.
There was a time you played the lover
and you left those giggling girls disarmed
all the women fell at your feet
you had the looks, you had the charm
You don’t wear it well old friend
you don’t wear it well
40 years before, it fit you
now you don’t wear it well
40 years before, it fit you
now you don’t wear it well.
There is a time for everything
and youth can get away with much
but now you try the same old lines’
they rub me wrong and turn me off.
There is a time for everything
and youth can get away with much
but now you try the same old lines’
they rub me wrong and turn me off.
but now you try the same old lines’
they rub me wrong and turn me off.
I’d like to think somehow you grew
and with the years could change your game
but now with almost eighty years under your belt
You’re stuck in Time, thinking you’re the same.
You don’t wear it well old friend
you don’t wear it well
40 years before, you could strut it
not anymore: you don’t wear it well.
I’m not against love in later life
but love is one thing and this feels a lie
Let’s just hold hands and reminisce,
without your fingers wandering up my thigh.
The alarms go off inside my head
if you reach in to grab a kiss,
a kiss I am not willing to give you
you’re taking me down in a hand -basket, not into bliss.
Because, you don’t wear it well old friend
you don’t wear it well
40 years before, it fit you
not anymore: you don’t wear it well……..
Karima Hoisan
April 7, 2024
Costa Rica
Hi everyone,
I made this unlisted video to share with family & friends and not to make it public…however, my WordPress Family is family too, my WordPress friends are my real friends, soooo, I decided to share it here with you all. Please play in HD 1080. The music is mine, recently posted, “Inside Out”
Now you can get to know Maki a little better….Inshallah❤️
Inside Out (Remembering Maki)
This is a music track I wrote to express my feelings at this moment.
Maki snuggled on my chest
(Photo of Maki snuggled on my chest)
Floodgates of Gratefulness
For Maki
I’m searching through my library, my memory
looking for the music, that can help me cry
As now I have the tears all stuffed up inside of me
and they can’t seem to find their way out of my eyes.
I try to hold on to the gratefulness to have had you
I focus on our loving times, you amazing cat
who adopted me as your mother, your comfort blanket
who you wrapped around at night or anytime you needed me.
I am just equal parts grateful, with equal parts of disbelief
The reality of your leaving, has not totally penetrated me.
The absence of your self -assured yet loving presence,
has sucked all the air out of the room and you took it with you.
I can’t breathe like before and I know I need that special song
that will trigger the tears, like a seeded rainstorm over arid land.
If not, I fear I will just grow weaker in sadness, and not find that key
to open those floodgates of gratefulness and let them just pour out of me.
Karima Hoisan
March 29, 2024
Costa Rica
Maki saved from dogs June 9 2021 at 5 weeks old, killed by dogs March 29, 2024
I will miss him terribly. He was a very very special cat to me. Maktoob, he was destined to be ours for just 3 wonderful years. Our beloved housecat who got out and met his death today…..and took my heart with him:(
I wrote an update and recorded poem here: Floodgates of Gratefulness
Thank you for listening.
EID 2007 Karak Jordan
The Faraway Family
What I have left in the past
now no longer exists,
as Time only goes forward.
What is in my past can not stay the same;
it no longer is what I remember
although, I remember it in this way.
The place has changed
the kids are now grown
my little nephews playing video games
are now doctors and married
living out of the country,
rarely returning.
My memory can try to fix them in place
timidly knocking on my door asking,
“Auntie do you have something delicious?”
I would welcome them in and display
my well stocked treat-shelves
where each could chose one.
Now they are performing appendectomies,
traveling or working abroad
putting too many hours into other things
maybe barely seeing their own families
That room where Auntie received them
has been repurposed for something else
and she goes away for too many years,
so that some of them barely remember her.
When she comes back into their lives
they all are happy to see her,
but they are no longer who they were
and she no longer looks like
what they remember.
They have had so many years without
a true shared history that the scenes from the past
feel more like a movie they all saw way back when.
It was a movie that left a good feeling
but it now feels more like make-believe,
an idyllic moment captured briefly
but still……
there are many hugs and kisses and joyous greetings;
everyone is so happy to see each other
once again.
Because, in the end.
the faraway family is outside of time and space;
it lives wholly, locked in our hearts
in an ever-changing state of mind.
Karima Hoisan
March 26, 2024
Costa Rica
Fleeting Moment by Sugar Mints-DeviantArt
Click Play to hear a live recital of this poem to the music that inspired it……
Paper Thin
for my family in Jordan in Ramadan
Paper thin, I’m barely here, and you no longer see me.
The night breathes in, out and in, with windows open wide,
just an alien, walking through a rational land; it’s getting lonely.,,
just an alien, walking through a rational land; it’s getting lonely.
Those who glow seem far away, while darkness holds me close.
I remember all the voices, how we bent as one, falling to our knees,
hospitable and always generous, food cascading from our hands…
hospitable and always generous, food cascading from our hands.
My home planet, circles another sun, a trillion billion miles from here
order and chaos alternately reign, and yet we know the Love.
The last time I departed, I knew it would be a lifetime to return….
The last time I departed, I knew it would be a lifetime to return.
Paper thin and light as air, I miss the other ones who float like me.
I get lost in all those memories, all those rituals, traditions and epiphanies,
waking before the dawn, knowing there is something that listens…when I say thank you.
waking before the dawn, knowing there is something that listens…when I say thank you.
My home planet, circles another sun, a trillion billion miles from here
order and chaos alternately reign, and yet we know the Love.
The last time I departed, I knew it would be a lifetime to return….
The last time I departed, I knew it would be a lifetime to return.
Karima Hoisan
June 9, 2017
Costa Rica
*Footnote I am here, alone, in Costa Rica this Ramadan.
I am very honored to be reading this poem, “Forks of Ivy” for Joni and I hope you will all enjoy it and look forward to getting her book when it is released.
The beautiful cover was designed and painted by her dear friend and wonderful artist,
Franciso Bravo Cabrera who is also the featured artist through out her pages.
All the images are photos Joni shared with me and the title image was made by Dale Innis on Midjourney.
So sit back and relax and listen to my recitaion of Joni’s gorgeous poem, to my original music.
Joni has been one of my favorites on WordPress, since I first read her.
I am looking forward to getting my copy ……Very Soon!!
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