Lap Trance

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I try to swim a 1000 meters a day, five times a week.
For my age and limitations, that is the only exercise I can do.
To make the 100 laps go by quicker, I have little by little invented and memorized this rhyme.
I call it my Lap Trance.
If you take the time to listen to it done to a great tribal beat.. you will really know for sure how insane I truly am:):) and…how I drive myself crazier 5 times a week:):)


One One
One is a gun
no more guns
No more guns
not even one
The children now
are safe in schools
No more guns
not even one
No more guns
not even one

Two Two
they walk to school
they walk to school
in their shiny shoes
they walk to school
Two by two
in their shiny shoes
in their brand new shoes
in their store -bought shoes
In their shiny store -bought shoes
they walk to school
Two by two

Three Three
The Tree of Life
On their way
they pass the tree
The Tree of Life
Tree of fruits
Tree of roots
Tree of love
Tree of shade
The tree where we play
our violins
When the sun goes down
At the end of the day.
the tree of life
Tree of fruits
the tree of roots
the tree of love
the tree of shade

Four Four
… is the open door
We do not not
go thru that door
where the ravens cry out
Nevermore
Death is the owner
of that door
where they ravens cry out
Nevermore
When we die
we walk thru that door
and we are heard from nevermore
Nevermore Nevermore

Five Five
We are Alive
and we are thankful
for our lives
and we are grateful
to be alive
we say Thank you
for our lives
Thank you
for being alive
we are grateful
to be alive
Five Five
we’re still alive

Six Six
pick up sticks
to build a fire
and cook a soup
to feed a child
to build a fire
and cook a soup
to feed the neighbors
Pick up sticks
to build a fire
and cook a soup
to feed the world
to feed a child
to feed the hungry
of the world
to feed the hungry children
of the world.

Seven seven
Seven is Heaven
When we die
We go to Heaven
My mother and father
Are now in Heaven
Gino and Natascha
Chico and Juan Ra
Are all in Heaven
Noreen & Lamo,
Mardee and Bill
Memo & Memo
Milton & Aunt Lil
All in Heaven

Eight Eight
The Pearly Gates
They went through
The Pearly Gates
They didn’t even
have to wait
They walked right though
The Pearly Gates
The Pearly
Twirly
Swirly Gates
Eight by Eight
They passed The Gates
The Pearly Gates.

Nine Nine
Nine is a vine
Plant a vine
To make your wine
Plant a vine
To grow some grapes
Crush the grapes
To make your wine
Bottle & cork it
To make your wine
Take your wine
When you go
Out to dine
Take your fine
Rosé wine.

Ten Ten
Ten is a Den
The Kitty Den
the Kitties all safe
In their Kitty Den
Sleeping & Snoring
in the Kitty Den
Crying and whining
in the Kitty Den
Dancing & Prancing
in the Kitty Den
Waiting for me
to finish my laps
and come back again….
Waiting for me
to finish my laps
and come back again…

Karima Hoisan
June 7th 2023
Costa Rica

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The Coming Of The Sea

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“The Coming of the Sea” by Ganso Artis

Please click Play to listen to me reciting my poem to the music,
“Whispering Sea” by Bliss

“The Coming of the Sea”
for Ganso Artis the artist

Oh the Sea is coming!
It’s the coming of the Sea!
But… do not run.
Free your breath and swim!
Look how the source now pours from him!
Bathe in these phantasmagoric tides
being born behind his rapture- lidded eyes,
nightmares being juggled by daylight grins,
mundane twisting into the insane.
If you are brave,
you will let the storyteller wash you away.

Not one picture is like another,
cresting on waves,

spilling in spume,
pumping from the tap he broke,
when he let his will to flow, which started
what he knew would be, and soon,
out of his control.
With the smile of a madman in ecstasy,
a psychotic Master’s prophecy,
he churns the sugared salted waters,
to float a child’s boat of fairy fantasies,

then into dark anxiety below deep sea swells and gales.
where swim the monsters of the deep,
hungry squids and killer whales.

What ever he dreams from now on will come true.
Only the brave will let this storyteller wash them away.
Only the intrepid will stand near him and stay,
tidal waves of imagery crashing down upon those
who do not fear to drown today.
“Oh, The Sea is coming!”
“It’s The Coming of the Sea!”

Karima Hoisan
Sept. 9, 2010
Misty Shores Virtual Art Gallery

* I apologize for the quality of the image,
I had to take a snapshot where it hangs
in my Gallery in Second Life
and it’s not very sharp.

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Remembering My Father on Memorial Day.

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This is my father, Harry David Leviash, first generation born in the USA.
His mother and father immigrated to The US from Odessa,
which is now part of the Ukraine.
He enlisted in 1917 at the age of 19 in the US Navy to fight in WWl.
The picture was taken in 1919 after he had earned his stripes. He was a
Petty Officer First Class Cryptologic Technician.

The fact that this picture still exists in any form is a treasure for me.
The ship he was assigned to, had a very interesting history.
He was assigned to, what was first called, “The Vaterland,” a gigantic cruise ship belonging to a German-American shipping company. It was seized by the US when the war broke out and was re-commissioned as a transport ship to send troops to Europe. It was renamed, “Leviathan” by President Woodrow Wilson,

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My father became the right hand man for the Captain, Joseph Wallace Oman, who enjoyed his quick intelligence and work ethic, as well as his sharp sense of humor. He nicknamed him, “Leviash of the Leviathan” and they took thousands of troops to first Liverpool, England and the 2nd voyage to Brest, France.
During the war the ship made ten round trips transporting more than 119,000 troops to Europe. On its last voyage, it brought troops back in 1919.
The Captain asked my father what he wanted to do when he finished his service and my father answered, that he wasn’t really sure. The Captain made him an offer. He said,”When you decide, you let me know.” Two years later my father wrote to him, saying that he wanted to go to Dental School.
The Captain got him a full scholarship at Marquette University in Milwaukee, Wisconsin (He was originally from Chicago)
So I owe that Captain too, because it was years later that he met my mother in Milwaukee…otherwise…who knows if I would even be here:):)

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❤️Thank you for your service Daddy.❤️

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The Dance Troupe

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Image “The Dance Troupe” by Dale Innis on Midjourney

Click on Play to hear me recite my poem to the music of  Mainfloor – XxetexX 2015

The Dance Troupe

On our planet
We do not allow
Any gender benders
They don’t exist
Inside the scheme
Designed for us
We have no gender
There is no bending
We have no sex
Because it’s not needed
When it’s time, we clone
We go in a room
Two by two
And shut the door
To be alone
When we are ready
The two of us leave
We’ve become four
In the open door
Two becomes four
When we walk through the door

On our planet
Life is a variation
Of the theme you know
Of the scheme you know
We were born to dance
And that’s what we do
We go into trance
The entire dance troupe

And we reach that high
The higher vibrations
We do it collectively
To feel the higher sensations
What we live
Is what we know
It’s just like you
So to each its own
No judgement needed
To each its own
To each its own

(repeat)

Karima Hoisan
May 27, 2023
Costa Rica

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Pastels On The Red Carpet

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                       The image,”Made for Fame” by Dale Innis on Midjourney

They were all waiting for them to arrive on the Red Carpet at Cannes.

There was so much hype and expectation and of course curiosity.

He was the new darling of the European Directors/Writers/Producers genre,

A one-man show and his latest, along with his lead actor, was getting buzz.

Jorgen Schmidt alongside his lead, Candace Cottontime stole the paparazzi’s eyes

He’d been labeled Rogue Genius, Loco Brilliante, Innovative & Perverse,

and The Chosen One.

Cover of Vogue and Vanity Faire, he was voted most eligible bachelor of 2031.

Candace (everybody called her Candy) was up for the Best Actor Award at Cannes

In the Best movie, with the Best Director, Producer and Special Effectors.

She was the surprise of the Festival; no one could believe their eyes
on Preview Night.

But as with every movie scandal and hype, there was controversy.

Some say neither Candace nor Jorgen, were actually human.

At Cannes, no one really cared,

Art was Art and they both entertained.

But back on Stateside, The Academy was calling

for not only an investigation, but their DNA.

The Conspiracy Theorists, clapped their hands in glee.

They Always knew it would come to this…

AI someday taking over the industry…

and the scary part was, that the audience didn’t even care.

Lulled to sleep, by glamour, beauty, talent and fantastic scenes,

They loved above all else The illusion…

To go to the movies and shake off their boring, frightening,

uncertain, mortal realities…

And lose themselves in the magic of fantasy and make believe.

Karima Hoisan
May 24, 2023
Costa Rica

 

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Donna & Danna

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                                   “Hand ‘n Hand by Dale Innis on Midjourney

Please click Play to hear my recording of my poem to the beautiful piano music of
Michelle McLaughlin

Donna & Danna

Donna & Danna traversed the sand-dunes
and stopped in front of the pale blue sea.
Green skies of washed-out white clouds
met their wide-open eyes
The air smelled of bird feathers and dry seaweed
It filled their nostrils with salty breeze
below the fading sea-green skies .

They were born to be namesakes
as they carried the same name
Just the blonde was one year older
and instead of sisters,
they were next-door neighbors.

Unless you saw their names spelled out
You would think they were written the same
but one was spelled in the Italian style
and the other was spelled in the Spanish way.

They were assaulted with the sound
of waves and more,
rolling and pounding, groaning and moaning
while they constantly recreated themselves,
then lost all of their form,
when fatally crashing upon the shore.

Donna said, “I lost a ring one day
I was out in a boat when it fell into the sea
They say everything will find
its way to shore, eventually.”

I had been telling Danna that
until I myself began to believe
and in our innocence and faith
we came to the seashore, just to see
if that ring might wash up at our feet.

We were best friends so we always held hands.
Steeled with unwavering belief, we just knew
that today was the day we would find it,
sparkling in all its glorious hues,
polished, by rolling over and over in the sand
and it would be before this day finally met its end.

We kicked off our shoes and walked barefoot
along the sandy, smooth -rock shore.
Danna told me a secret that made me laugh
I told her a joke that made us giggle then roar.

The seaweed breeze, the clouds forming
horse heads and butterflies, a leafless tree
and the sun was dipping down behind the last cloud
and we looked to each other..because we were now hungry.

“Maybe only ten minutes more
before we will need to leave”
“Oh Donna, could we stay for 15?”
“I think we should go before its too dark to see.”
But then in front of their feet as if summoned by the two
was a shiny ruby ring, just showing off the reddest hues.

“Oh Donna, we found it; we found it! Danna cried”
“Oh my goodness gracious, I can hardly believe my eyes”
Donna was beside herself so totally overjoyed.
They clasped it into both their hands, each taking turns
to hold it tightly in their palm the other squeezing.

As the sound of roaring waves began to fade
on their way back home,
Donna was lost in gratitude and silent thought.
She finally decided to never tell Danna anything…
that she had just made up the story about
being out in a boat…… and losing a ring.

Karima Hoisan
May 22, 2023
Costa Rica

*Footnote: Danna is my 11 year old granddaughter but from behind, Donna on the left
reminds me of myself at that age and Danna looks like the one on the right. In Spanish we say we are “Tocayas” Which means we are namesakes of each other:)

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Small Seeds Produce Sweet Fruit

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                                    “Bountiful” by Dale Innis on Midjourney


*(Few things are better than to receive a phone call

from someone in the past and they say,
“Thank you
for what you did for me back then, when no one

wanted to intervene, you gave me a hand…”
and 20 30 40 years later, I never forgot you.)*

Even the smallest seeds planted in the ground
can sprout a lifetime memory.
Even some small favor on your part,
could mean the world for the one that did receive.

How hard is it to carry those good deeds
like seeds in your pocket and when you see a need,
just take a few minutes out and plant a tree?.

How difficult might it be, to believe that every selfless
act that you commit, affects those around you in need
and not just for the moment but for eternity?”

Then years later, the fruits of that particular tree
fall into your lap unexpectedly and someone says,
“Thank you again, for way back when, you did that for me.”

Karima Hoisan
May 18, 2023
Costa Rica

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Wake Her Up!

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I am so thrilled to announce that my poem Wake Her Up! is now live on
MasticadoresIndia. Thank you Terveen Gill, for choosing it and for all your great work that you do on this wonderful site. I am beyond excited to be included there today:)

Wake Her Up!

Like an actual Sleeping Beauty, asleep in the forest of her dreams,

her life and the birds outside keeping that girl dreaming a singular dream,

there was a prince who came one night, kissed her lips too soon it seems,

who perhaps sensed that no future would ever bring them together,

no scenes were written for the two of them to play off each other,

no hope, and so why bother? He slipped away, into the dream of another…..

To read the rest,  please go to MasticadoresIndia
Thank you all for reading it:)

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The Right Thing To Do

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The Right Thing To Do

I feel a chill blowing in on the afternoon wind
Time to take score and take notice of things.

Your last words swirl around and around in my head
Maybe I just took them wrong, in my paranoia of dread.

Still it seemed like you were planning a gradual ending
While I was designing a full lifetime of happy memories.

The two of us should sit down and just make sure right now
That we’re on the same page, of the same book, with the same how.

You know when it looks like it’s going to rain, but then the sun comes out?
I’m hoping we just escaped a deluge that could have swept us around ‘n about.

Sometime it’s just better to remind each other, why we are still together
Not by talk talk talking it out, but by sitting holding hands to change the weather.

By just letting ourselves feel the chemistry that drew you to me and me to you
Flower petals fall anointing us and we kiss.. and that was just the right thing to do.

Karima Hoisan
May 11, 2023
Costa Rica

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When The Wallpaper Shifts

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                            “Blanket Fort” by Dale Innis on Midjourney

When The Wallpaper Shifts

Oh I do remember when the wall paper began to shift,
morphing like a running animation next to my bed.
All I had to do was stare awhile, and it began to join
with my bedspread, until it became one lush jungle.

I crawled under the covers that were now rooting flowers
I heard the strange bird calls, and drums and growls
The greenery hid me from being seen by everything
and my pet tiger, Tango came when I called, to protect me.

When I started to go to school, I lost my powers to see
The vibrant world of a child’s nascent creativity.
Not until I got a little older, did I learn to go there when…
I could block-out all that stuff I learned and find my child again.

Karima Hoisan
May 8, 2023
Costa Rica

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