Two Steps Forward…One Step Back

Posted on January 14, 2022 by Karima Hoisan

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Two Steps Forward…One Step Back

In this dance..
in the age old steps we learn,
about friendship,
but especially
about romance…
We must always
listen to the music.

How awkward
how clumsy
when we dance quicker
than the beat.
When we get ahead
of the rhythm
and must pull
ourselves back
to the start.

I love to dance,
but so rarely
am invited.
I might have
forgotten
the nuanced rules,
the basic steps
by now.

So please excuse me,
if I trample your toes,
by pulling ahead,
like a horse
with the bit
in his mouth,
unstoppable and
on fire…
just to dance,
the whole day through,
the whole night long.

Grace and measure
are intricate points…
of each style,
of each polished,
slide and glide.
Without it,
we might wind up
sitting in a chair alone,
watching the others
who learned how
to do it,
elegantly and synced
to perfection,
fluidly pass us by.

Karima Hoisan
January 14, 2022
Costa Rica

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Listening

Posted on January 12, 2022 by Karima Hoisan

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Listening

How is it that just a voice
can bring me tears…
not of sadness but of awe?
That puts me in a forest
and leaves me there to dream
when I close my eyes
and listen how you see me.
I could be blind and yet
I would be snapping photographs
of every monumental scene.
I could have my hands
tied behind my back
but if I still had ears,
and a voice to speak,
there would always be this desire
to reach out and then again… and again.

I touch you like the sightless,
my finger tips ride
your oscillating sounds…
Your silences have tears,
your tears come encased in poetry.
One thing is very true,
I’ve always been so good
at accepting gifts
The Artist leaves for me.

Gratitude..
so heavenly and human
Gratefulness …
so humbling,
It joins our higher selves
to our chambers less aware.
Where there’s grace
we glow with gratitude,,
It’s really all that we can do.
Undeserving and unbelieving…
How can we think our next breath
guaranteed?
It begs us to remember that all is given
freely..
Such a gift to hear a voice,
who speaks in tongues
that make me dream
and reminds me,
that grace is always gifted
especially when it’s
not anticipated, not expected.
not justified, not merited.

Karima Hoisan
January 12, 2022
Costa Rica

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“Pale Veiled Memory on MasticadoesUSA

Posted on January 7, 2022 by Karima Hoisan

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Pale Veiled Memory

Pale specter in the mind of nighttime’s sheer illusions,
You no longer glide through my blowing veiled halls.
Hard reality, sometimes known as truth, has snatched you up
And turned you into boring commonness, so cold and colorless….

Please continue reading the rest on MasticadoresUSA
I would like to thank Gabriela Marie Milton
for her encouragement and support of my writing and for publishing this poem,
I m honored to appear on  MasticadoresUSA. Thank you to all!

 

 

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Green Screen

Posted on January 5, 2022 by Karima Hoisan

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Poet

Posted on January 2, 2022 by Karima Hoisan

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Poet

I lay down in soft meadows
counting the beats
of a hummingbird’s wings,
watching the clouds dance
to the song of spring robins
and distant thunder,
music that moves my
birth sign’s numbered soul.

Symphonies that a poet hears and knows…

I cry for falling leaves,
and smile at flowers
that yell at me in loud colors
as I tickle their heads,
walking through their random fields,
watching them bend and bow
in low breezes, until their smell
makes me sigh.

Poet’s tears born again and again to live and die.

Your pain hurts me like paper-cuts on baby- soft skin
Your joy sends me higher than you can reach or see

I open my mouth to say “Oh how I love it all “
and just let it take me,
until I lose the words,
my way, my reason.

A poet’s insane empathy for each emotional season.

When sensitive is not the word,
but flailing, falling,
freeing into feeling,
wild-eyed and open to Life
in it’s unjust beauty
its perfect cruelty,
its moaning patterns
of sweet compassion,
surprising on blind curves,
with death or love .

The poet’s flag of surrender, this vulnerable ascending dove.

My crystal skin can shatter and I bleed the words on paper…
My sobs fling themselves over the railing for a sunset’s flushing hue…

Oh! so far from the parlors
of recitals, tea and egos
where some wait for recognition
to impress and show they know it.
I stand apart ,
unknown,
just a madly blessed,
innately breathing poet.

Karima Hoisan
Feb.22, 2010
Finca La Generosa SL

*Dragging out some old ones in the new year:)

 

 

 

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Crude Oil

Posted on December 31, 2021 by Karima Hoisan

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Celebrating my rebirth in the Virtual World of Second Life..14 years ago this month of December….
This is one of the first poems I ever wrote there:)

Crude Oil

Underneath the desert floor,
she was born with kicks, her heart out-poured,
pumping gallons, never ceasing,
her life’s blood was crude oil and it burned.

Worn to smooth by blasts of sand
then molded on the burning lands,
she gulped a breath and tried to stand;
her life’s blood was crude oil and it burned

Whirling moons and suns were spun,
Time marked the pace, a bullet’s gun,
that whizzed her to a second life,
then dropped her on her head,
but far from dead, she thrived… wide eyed.

Her engine roared ,
accelerator to the floor,
“Watch out world she’ll run right over you!”
Liquid thrust, to live Life’s lust
catapulted,  self propelled; she moved.
Always churning, heart on fire
always seeking , always finding,
snatching gems from foreign tables
safe inside her pockets,
she would polish them (her treasures)
and honor them with poems and
keep them close forever.

Underneath the desert floor.
she was born with kicks, her heart out-poured,
pumping gallons, never ceasing,
her life’s blood was crude oil and it burned.

Worn to smooth by blasts of sand
molded once again on this new land,
she gulps a breath and tries to stand,
Pumping gallons, never ceasing,
her life’s blood is crude oil….how it burns!!

Karima Hoisan
March 12, 2008
Finca La Generosa Second Life

*footnote: this poem was inspired by a subconscious thought upon waking
This line repeatedly ran through my head

“pumping gallons, never ceasing, her life’s blood is crude oil….. how it burns!!! “

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Scatter

Posted on December 30, 2021 by Karima Hoisan

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Scatter

Like a gunshot that scatters a flock of birds,
your explosion of anger scatters my peace.
It’s like those big dark clouds start moving in
the moment you react to something I say.

and here we go again…

The negative charge threads through this room
static electricity makes my hair stand on end.
We’ve done this before, and before that once more…
Each time we reach the gentle plateau…we fall below.

and here we go again

I have a phone-book- thick list of all your triggers
I study them at night like a script I must avoid
But then the lights go on and we are center stage,
feeling pressured, I’ve been known to flub my lines.

and here we go again

Luckily for me this theater has been closed.
Years ago, I walked off in the middle of my scene…
No more 16+ dramas for language and violence
No more caught in a thunderstorm inside my own home.

Karima Hoisan
Dec. 30, 2021
Costa Rica

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Brand New Platonic Soulmate

Posted on December 22, 2021 by Karima Hoisan

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Let my heart step out tonight
pirouetting on red shoes,
flouncing and bouncing down the hallway
my chambers pumping in blood-red hues…
Open to life, open to love,
it skips and slides down marble floors.
Every chandelier is a rainbow of light;
the orchestra is playing a heartthrob song
as my heart beats,
to the beat of you and me.
I see you in every portrait
hanging on the gilded walls,
My heart and I do twist and glide
Entering and exiting every single passing door.

I’ll find you again, somewhere before the end.
Waltzing on intuition,
you’re someone out there I’m destined to meet.
I’ve known you in so many forms,
and each time
I think I won’t find another like you….
I do.
But the heart must be free
and I just bought my shoes,
to dance on the Ferris wheel of fate,
grab the ring, that I’ll put on the finger…
of my brand new platonic soulmate.

Karima Hoisan
December 22, 2021
Costa Rica

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Really Real

Posted on December 19, 2021 by Karima Hoisan

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To sail in the sweet stream of creative bliss and painless dreams
of sanity and healthy days, slow nights of languid moonbeams.
If I could hold that moment, where nothing hurts, where the next day
promises to be even brighter, even kinder but in the very same way,
I’d call you on the telephone to jump into your jet-plane, fly on down to play.

Wasted minutes tie us up, prisoners of inertia’s knots, “ Don’t act! Don’t move!
Stay where you are, don’t learn, don’t grow, find some excuse to not improve.
Don’t take a chance, don’t trust your instincts crying out, why that’s insane…
If I could send that invitation against my fears, then you could ride that plane,
and finally make the leap of life, that comes but once and changes everything.

My limiting condition, like a root bound plant, keeps me focused in one place.
I’ve learned to harness inner freedom, with waves of sunlight on my face.
You know we grow with each goodbye with each hello that comes and goes,
If we don’t resist, say yes, to that open door that swings ahead, who knows?
We could be counting stars in an indigo night, hands held tight, entangling toes.

To dream inside creative bliss, to twist and mold the old, we fabricate the new.
We’ve always been sorcerers, who make something from nothing and watch it come true.
Old hands at the wheel of digital life in a time when this age rebirths itself to be
a time when people will put greed before art and even art becomes an NFT.
Hop on a plane, or take a train, the time for real is really here; I hope that you agree.

Karima Hoisan
Dec. 19, 2021
Costa Rica

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Toucan Logic

Posted on December 14, 2021 by Karima Hoisan

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Toucan Logic

“You look like me,” said the Toucan
to another Toucan, eating a banana.
“Should we fight?”
“Why? Because we look like each other?”
“No, because there is only one banana.”
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“The robins do it all the time.”
“They fight all the time; their wings make clicking sounds.”
“They make dogfights in the air.”
“They make dogfights? They are birds.”
“True, but we are birds too; so do you want to fight?”
“No, I want to eat this banana..”
“Well so do I!”
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“So I will eat the left half; you eat the right.”
“But I want the left half; I’ll give you the right.”
“But..I am perched here, on the left.”
“I really don’t want to move; I want to eat.”
“I really don’t want to eat on the right.”
“Why? what’s wrong with the right?”
“It has less left than the left.”
“But you ate it. You are a faster eater than me.”
“I’m still hungry and there’s not much left.”
“O.K. I will move to the right. Now are you happy?”
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“No.”
“You’re not happy?”
“No.”
“Because you just wanted to fight?”
“Yes.”
“O.K. Let’s do it. Let’s fight!….Just know something…
If we fight, we will never talk again. That’s O.K. with you?”
“Not really. It’s not really O.K.”
“Do you like talking to me?”
“Yes I do. We’re both Toucans. We look the same.”
“Just eat your banana O.K.?”
“O.K.”
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( They ate their banana and they never did have to fight)

Karima Hoisan
December 14,  2021
Costa Rica (Observing Toucans at my feeder:)

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