Ramadan Mubarak! Ramadan Kareem!

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Ramadan Impressions 2007

The naked eye sees new moon over the horizon peek,
Mouth -to -mouth the news is spread around the world.
Ears on buzzing phone lines, whole networks going down;
Millions jumping in their cars to buy last minute treats.
Dates and cookies;
Nuts and seeds,
Fruit and tea..
don’t forget the dried apricot drink
Or sweet coffee.
Keep our bottled water at bedside,
Before dawn take our last drink.
Offer this time to cleansing our soul,
For healing the world
while fasting one month,
We should think of those who starve all year.

Time for us to read and reflect,
The Quran helps our spirits prepare.
When we hear the adthan being sung
We pray together, and it’s a family affair.

At sunset we wait for the muezzin to chant,
Break our fast with dates, water and prayer,
Eat fatoosh, lentil soup,  “Pass the stuffed grape leaves please,”
Then walk to mosque, in the cool evening air.

We visit our neighbors and relatives,
Talk and watch our favorite Ramadan fare,
Give alms to the poor and be kind to all,
Let our generosity show that we care.

We go to bed late after having sahour
A tasty 2am lunch to help our bodies repair.
Then wake before dawn and wash ourselves well,
The fast is renewed with the next Morning- Prayer.

Even young children take part in the fast.
They feel grown-up and proudly aware
We decorate our homes in stars and crescent moons,
And feel festive when we go anywhere.

Nothing can describe after fasting, the taste
Of a sip of water, or a bite of date.
A deliciously humbling flavor of gratitude
That is totally beyond compare.

By Karima Hoisan 
Jordan, 2007

*Author’s comments:
Ramadan begins today at sunset for millions of Muslims  inshAllah, as the new moon has been sighted. “Fatoosh” is a delicious salad of cucumber, tomato, radish onion with lemon peel all chopped fine with large bread crumbs in an oil in and lemon dressing..yummy 🙂  “InshAllah” means God Willing.
The “adthan” is another word for the muezzins call to prayer. Ramadan is a blessed and anticipated holiday every year of prayer, fasting,sharing food and generosity lived together in family.

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A True Balloon Story

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So I had a balloon that wouldn’t die;
he came from such hardy mylar stock,
born on a dozen roses, on my birthday.
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After a week I expected to find him
like the cat’s favorite toy but…. No!!
He still could soar and fly.

After two weeks we were contacting Guinness!
As it seemed a very long time
For a balloon to still be alive.


He wasn’t still just in the air
He did everything he wanted to do
took over the house and flew everywhere.


Then at 16 days old.. the cat found him floating on the floor
I was saying, “Nono no, please leave it alone
But then I couldn’t look anymore
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Some how he managed to fly up 15 feet
to the top of the ceiling where there was an opening
and with a gust of wind..he blew out and away..

I admired his ending, his last attempt at survival
getting out from those cat claws
and flying faraway on his last day.
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I made a virtual tombstone..
in my virtual graveyard park
Said some kind words and immortalized his life.

Then lo and behold!! A miracle
He was found alive and still floating
the next day outside.

After welcoming him home
we have decided to re-inflate him once again
as he has earned this honor, almost never given.
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To be a balloon resurrected is a rare thing indeed
but his unusual behavior and fortitude
have won him a place in our hearts and in history:)

*Maybe we’ll give him his wish to fly away again someday:)

The End
Karima Hoisan (age 9 it seems:)
March 25, 2022
Costa Rica 

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Will Be a Bit Scarce… but Not Absent!

Hello to my friends and readers,
I am embarking on a new video journey that has been inspired by my poem, “You Brought The Music”
and especially by a comment by our fellow WordPress blogger, Sundaram Chauhan who expressed he would love to see this poem as a video on YouTube…… Wishes can come true:)
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Starting a new project like this, alone, without my partner Natascha Randt (Allah yirhamha) is to say the least, daunting, as I will be in charge of all the aspects of bringing this together, music, voice-over, set design, direction, camera & editing etc, I foresee this could take several months, and in that time, I might not be as quickly responsive as I normally am, or be as prolific as a posting poet, but I’m still here and will dedicate one day a week, to try to catch up with everyone I follow and read.
Wish me luck!:)
This is a passion project… I feel very passionate about and I hope to make it as beautiful as I can:)
So stay-tuned  for teasers now and then as it all starts to come together and take shape.
Allowing the unicorn to have its cameo scene, I owe to Joni for reminding me that magic is joy:):)
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Karima❤️

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Allies of the Night

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Allies by Jan Betts (Signed March 10 2022 – acrylic on canvas)

Allies of the Night
(For Jan)

Beyond the jamble and the jumble of 9 to 5
past the freeways, the fast food, the furthest out
you’ve ever been…
Beyond the rest-stops, the repeating double yellow lines,
the markers on the highway,
the pullovers, the gravel shoulders,
grabbing your hoodie from the backseat…
Where did you think you were going?

This place can not be reached by car, or plane
or oxcart, on foot or mule train…
You saw it once in your lifetime,
but once was not enough…
and now, it no longer exists.

You saw it when there was no electricity,
just the night sounds of your mind,
drawn like a moth to flame;
your eyes followed these unearthly lights
as they made their way,
from branch to branch and tree to tree.
Your face lighting and paling
between awe and disbelieving

mystical whisperings blowing in your ears..
Those lights knew … so much more
than you could ever find words for.
They told you, the big secret..
so impossible to repeat
but so clearly true.

A musky perfume of ozone and decomposing leaves,
in the almost woods in an almost time, they were everywhere.
The lights danced in aerial grace and impossibility
they played with you..teasing…telling you things
you were not built to comprehend…
beyond the limits of your sanity, beyond your imagination
far past your brain’s wiring,
past the rest-stops and the highway markers..
beyond all borders and one country after another.
In a forest of a small girl’s dream world,
not scared just more alive,

you sat in a thatched roof room and said…
as they floated by,

“I don’t have the words”and you cried.
You cried in joy and promises that
sometime and someday far far away..
you would capture their likeness
on your canvas with your gift and your paints
these allies of the night,
that surrounded and caressed you

and then… way before the dawn…


Gone.

Karima Hoisan
March 11, 2022
Costa Rica

Footnote: Jan Betts is one of my dearest friends,,More of her amazing art
Can be seen here on her website: http://www.janbettsart.com/

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Wide-eyed and Innocent

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Wide-eyed and Innocent..

I always knew you were a real unicorn
living inside an ordinary human being,
waiting for just the right moment to reveal
and show the world what I knew you to be.

I’ve seen everyone and everywhere around me
disbelieve what their eyes can’t touch or see,
turn blind and cynical when they turn nine
because their child’s eyes have gone to sleep.

I have somehow kept mine wide-eyed and innocent
considered gullible, easily duped and deceived,
But I would never change my sight for any other
I can see beauty in almost absolutely everything.

Even the dark slush makes its art anywhere I go.
I usually keep it to myself, as no one wants to know.
The molded shades of black and grey excite my soul
when it covers the curbs and drains in liquid melting snow.

So when you threw off your suit and tie, at that party
and where you parted your hair a horn started to grow
I didn’t think twice to jump on your back and ride you like that
now all could see, what I always saw, but they could never know.

Karima Hoisan
March 7, 2022
Costa Rica

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You Brought The Music

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You Brought The Music
for Sundaram
(from a dream)

In a dream I had this morning, you brought the music and a friend.
I was living in a cottage with a park that stretched for miles
laid out in front like a soft green carpet floor.
You said, “Come on let’s dance and grabbing each my hand,
 you both pulled me out the door.
You brought a box you said would play the music and even before
you got it in its  place  it was pumping out these amazing sounds
I had never heard before.
But.. it made me want to move my feet…and we all began to dance.
We three lifted our weightless arms in the air,
we moved so gracefully as if we were but leaves
being tossed on the fragrant breeze.. that carried
along with us, the smells of incense, flowers after a rain and
a beautiful flowering tree, standing there, like a centerpiece.

In the four corners of the park, we saw people gathered somberly.
Some were praying or hearing lectures and it seemed various
religious sects, were accustomed to meet there weekly.
Some were standing, some were kneeling, some were meditating,
I was wondering if we might be trespassing, but I saw that
the center of the park was free.

The sun shone down upon our faces and we all felt so alive,
The warmth, the smells, the music, and our beautiful hands,
stretched up almost touching the sky,
Our feet swaying and twirling to the beat,
I looked over at you laughing and I was laughing too;
you mouthed a word and the wind brought it to my ear
in a tone of joyous abandonment..you whispered, “Magic!”

Then the people in the corners of the park, began to leave..
Some were walking to their cars and some just walking down the street,
but a few came walking towards us as if they had something they wished to say.
We never stopped our dancing, but we looked towards them on their way.
The taller man, as the spokesman for them all, addressed himself to me.
“You know these men are Hindu and you are Muslim, he said accusingly,
and here you are dancing in this park, in the light of day, in a public way.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself anything you could possibly say?”

“Well yes, you are correct I am Muslim and they are Hindu…
 and just look how beautifully and gracefully we dance together!”

Karima Hoisan
March 6, 2022
Costa Rica

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Your Choice

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Where have you gone? Where are you now?
Can memories, dissolve in Time’s ocean,
like foam on waves rolling out to sea?
There is nowhere to even look for you…
as I am not sure who you were, 
or even why I never knew.

Everything was your choice and yet,
I thought, because of who I was to you,
I could choose too.
The truth would have set us free,
or end us like a ship wreck on the rocks.
You were so afraid to take that chance,
but love is always stronger than our doubts;
against the lies and half truths,
love is what would always win out.

Because we loved so uncommonly,
without romance
and desire
or long term plans;
all we ever pictured… we could do…
our gift was creating lasting beauty together
you and me..me and you…you and me
and thrill all those who came to see.

I wonder if you ever thought,
how sad I might be
if I ever lost you,
before I ever got to really know you?
If you were ever swept up in God’s shuffle,
without once reaching out, to let me glimpse
that unimaginable housing,
where your soul surely did reside.

I would have sheltered you from yourself
your fears and your reasons to hide.
I would have said,
“Nothing you could say would make me leave”
I promise you, I would have steadfastly stayed
by your side, every year, every day
If you just would not have been afraid
to let me see and to let me really know
who you truly were… behind the scenes.

Karima Hoisan
March 2, 2022
Costa Rica

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Nomination for Spillwords Author of the Month

Update:  Our own Jeff Flesch, a wonderful poet from our WordPress community was voted Author of the Month!!
I am thrilled for Jeff and also for our talented community as a whole   Keep writing!!!!

Hi everyone,
I just wanted to make a short post to tell you all that, although I was nominated along with;
Eliza Segiet
John Drudge
Jeff Flesch
Phyllis P. Colucci
Karima Hoisan
Greg Massey
Ron Rowland
for Spillwords  Author of the Month and I am extremely thankful to everyone there at Spillwords for choosing me along with the others mentioned, I personally have decided to not ask for votes.
Thank you all for your great support of me here on WordPress for 11 years!!
You have made my blogging journey a very special and delightful experience, full of
friendship and learning and mutual support.
Thank you again Spillwords.com for publishing 8 of my poems.
I am eternally grateful to you all and for this honored nomination.

Here’s a  Cinquain for your viewing pleasure:)

Today
I felt the sting
of loving you too much
so allergic to loneliness
I died.

Love,
Karima

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Green Screen – The YouTube

I originally wrote this poem on January 5th, 2022, inspired by so many influencers and social media Tik Tockers, YouTubers  who pretend they are something or somewhere they are not. What is really really real?

I want to give my thanks to Bl!xx (Pablo Badilla, keyboardist) and his arrangement of my original music and for recording my voices and Ariel Soto on drums. A big shout out to JoeyTwoShoes, my mermaid twin for volunteering to do this with me.
Thanks to Dale Innis for a last minute shot of Manhattan on his lunch break:):)
Watch it in HD720 and Full screen..Sing along..I hope it becomes  very “pegajoso”   a sticky.. earworm you find you are humming in the shower:):)  Take 3 minutes out of your lives and enjoy or sing along:)
Likes and Comments on YouTube or here..much appreciated

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Snow Globe

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    Snow Globe by Greg James Davis

Snow Globe

On apple cheek winds
your ice and chill wrapped in,
“I hope you enjoyed your day.”
I enjoyed it more when you were in it
when your voice went slo mo in my ear,
when we were friends and didn’t feel
you felt, it was time to run away.
Charging off to nowhere, I see what I did
but too late to change that date.
What was so exciting, so promising
freezing on the vine of “See you later”
and later became much later
and one day it froze in place.

I have some poems from that time
so it was not a total waste,
but inside your snow globe
it never snows
there is no one to pick it up
and gently turn it over…
to watch the flakes fall on that scene
we both tried to create.
Whatever we imagined in our dreams,
a longer twisting road, or seriously, a kinder fate
is now lost inside your desk drawer…
a boring piece of yesterday
this snow globe paper weight.

Karima Hoisan
February 19, 2022
Costa Rica

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