My Town

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The clouds slide down the mountain side
and reach into little streets, fogging the trees…
the smells of coffee brewing, wood stoves igniting
hen’s squawking loudly, “I’ve laid an egg!”
It’s a big event in the small backyards to
the beat of the radios blaring and dogs barking.
School uniforms under the irons steam and steam…
Pressed collars for the school girls, pressed pants
for the boys and bursts of white and blue march
out of the houses, forming giggling streams and
raucous seas, of children on their way to school.
Everyone knows everyone and the block is
alive with “Buenos dias!  Como amaneció?
Small town that sprawled its way to 45,000
nestled in the General’s Valley, below the Chirripó…
where shop owners know your name, and people
walk through the town to do their shopping.
My town, so humble and majestic, beautifully
kissed by angels, even its’ name is a divine reminder,
of its’ guardian and protector, the beloved farm laborer
San Isidro de El General de Costa Rica.

Karima Hoisan
February 26, 2019
San Isidro de El General, Costa Rica

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My Cup of Tea

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My Cup of Tea

I might not be everybody’s cup of tea,
I don’t blow back your hair or float your boat.
I might be the poet you pass on by,
too weird and virtual, too unexpected and “what”?

You see, I really can make few apologies,
I came this way, saw some things, now here I am.
I don’t like to wander and meander aimlessly
When my poem says, “We’re done here,” I sign my name.

I do enjoy a smorgasbord, of poetic styles,
and I’ll taste just about anything set out on the cloth.
Like savoring a well prepared canapé, I could be enticed
to make a main course out of your every word.

Sometimes, and it’s always such a pleasure, when it comes
I’ll find a cafe that serves it just how I like,
a mix of tastes and presentations, from erudite to light.
But I’m still looking for a desert, that goes just right,…
with my cup of tea.

Karima Hoisan
February 12, 2019
Costa Rica

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The Fox Bay Theater

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The Fox Bay Theater
for T.F.
*I couldn’t resist…I recorded this poem to David Lynch’s “Pretty 50’s” song.
Click and Enjoy!

Just when I thought it had blown
had blown away ,
like leaves from last year’s autumn trees,
I am reminded to never doubt the lasting power
of one innocent kiss pressed to my lips,
with just a hint of awkwardness,
mixed capriciously with fire.
I might forget all else along my disintegrating path,
but never that hard brick wall against my back,
a vertical bed of convenience and desire,
behind a Midwest picture show,
your leather jacket, my camel hair coat,
our boots crunching and trampling down, the snow,
each visible breath like whispered smoke rings,
where you pressed your lips to mine,
electric shocking me forever in time.
to the aching pleasure…of love’s first awakenings.

Karima Hoisan
February 5, 2019
Costa Rica

 

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Insomnia

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Markus Akesson

The path that leads to sleep is so overgrown:
Some natural un-pruned barriers trip me and I fall.
They stumble me until I’m humbled but not to sleep.
I descend to overly awake, tripping on the entire day, that just won’t go away.
Madness is watching this parade.

The more I try to move towards that oblivion,
The clearing in the jungle we call sleep,
The more I bog down along the way, with things I can never fix,
My feet held by living root systems, dragging me back to the past,
Then whip-lashing me into a future I doubt will ever exist…
Tangled in their twining, eyes open or closed it’s all the same…
I am too conscious of everything…and I’m still awake.

Hours of trekking leave me exhausted, but no closer to sleep.
Hours of imagery, half written poetry, repeated un-pleasantries
Hungry, thirsting, hoping for a cartoon bonk upon my head
Lights out….That’s All Folks!


Karima Hoisan

February 1, 2019
Costa Rica

 

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Twinkle & Sand

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Twinkle & Sand
Click this Link to hear me recite it to the music that inspired it:
Twinkle & Sand.mp3

The twinkle lights on my ceiling… twinkling twinkling
felt like a visit from beyond when I opened my eyes.
I laid in bed, staring up..not afraid, just mesmerized
and amazed at the tiny light show
that centered and woke me from a deep dreamless sleep
then danced and scattered
above me, that moonless midnight.

Spreading out, coming together, otherworldly choreography…
Twirling pin points of light from no logical source,
I felt grains like the finest sand fall over me,
It made me catch my breath, I could have stopped breathing forever,
inert, unable to even raise my hand or my head.
My face was being bathed in the powdered grains of this
fairy dust.

I heard this music in my head..it danced to the lights and the lights
rolled in waves and each measure invited me to be part;
each note grew in power to move me.
No fear, just awe and gratitude for this symphony,
this light show in harmony, dancing on my ceiling…
Calling me to dissolve in its symmetry,
In the unexplained magic of this moment I was being gifted.

I didn’t try to understand it..I lived it and it kept slowly building
until in a last crescendo I was moved to tears.
I can’t explain it, but in just two perfectly repeated notes
right near the end…  I knew without question;
it was my mother now beyond life, but not beyond memory
here visiting me .

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In A Slow Drift

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In a Slow Drift

 

I won’t let you slip into the fog off the shoreline,
so that when I call out to you, you don’t even hear your name.
The truth is… it’s too sad to admit..that we have changed,
both of us and now, how easily all our wildly woven history,
loosens and drifts in tattered life boats, carrying nothing to save.

I protest and shake my fists to the sky, I won’t surrender, not this one
not this gift!…and how cruel to give it, tell me it’s mine, only to take it away!
Like this, in a slow drift that if we don’t pay attention, we might not perceive,
in small increments of invisibility, we find less to love about each other.
Where’s our laughter, our blood, our dreams, and what are we without them?

Four bells, the haze has muddled our horizons, as we sit in silence, dazed.
Not a story left to tell, not a plan, not a memory, not even a kiss, really…really?
I don’t accept it ends like this..words choking in our throats, our hearts winding down,
across a dinner table, catatonic, barely whispering, every sentence ending in the middle
It’s not befitting to the memory of our slow dance of love, to end in a slow drift away.

Karima Hoisan
January 15, 2019
Costa Rica

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Ahoy Me Hardies-Recap of Circe Reading

Well the gentlemen & gentlewomen o’ fortune was out in jolly numbers last night, decked in their finest, mixed with some lovely elegant gentleman an’ ladies, an’ even some visitors from space, an’ a plucky jolly otter who sailed in ‘is tiny ship. It been me readin’ from the ‘igh seas at circe’s an’ it been well attended an’ so much fun!
Below be some pictures, thanks to Dale Innis, an’ one that there plucky jolly otter took with ‘is selfie ‘ook:) enjoy them, an’ I recorded the reading, if ye missed it, or want to ‘earrr one again..the ‘ole ‘our be there fer yer listenin’ pleasure. See ye next time I be in port!
Circe’s Reading From The High Seas (Click the link to stream it or download it)

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Joey Pirate, Getting Her Buzz On Before Me Readin’

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Pirates Scottius & Dale -Me Partner Hoyt Photo Bombing Their Selfie:)

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Shesa Pirate with Nat, Joey. and illustrious audience

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It Been a Jolly Afternoon With You All

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I Spy Me Mate Mally From Kitely Shores  & Our Hosts Bernard & RoseDrop

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I Be Recitin’ About Me Past Comin” Fer Lunch

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The Clever Lass Dale, Flippin Pictures While Gossping With Scottius:)

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The Sun Went Down And Me Little Crew Stayed Listenin”

Thank ye one ‘n all fer comin’ out to ‘earr me. It made me fill up with happy thoughts while I untied me ropes n sailed away.

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Arrrrgh! There Be Pirates!

In an hour…There’s still time!!

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Quick! Grab your eye patch, your tricorne and your sabre, too!

Karima is about to set sail to the hidden treasure island and there be booty to be looted!

Look! There!

Making Port at Circe’s Sat. 1/12/19-6pmslt

Pirates Ahoy

Arrrgh’ll meet y’arrrrghll tharrrgh! *cough, cough*

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Making Port at Circe’s Sat. 1/12/19-6pmslt

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Poster by Natascha Randt

Ahoy there Poet Lovers and Plunderers of a Good Time…
I’m docking at Circe’s, Saturday, January 12th at 6pm slt.
I’ve been on the High Seas for almost a year now, and I’ve brought back some
new spoils and (I hope you will agree:) some interesting sparkly things that are new to all of  you. Plus… I will share a few bits of treasure from previous journeys.. all  recited to carefully chosen music on the stream (You know how I do it:) and if you don’t know..now’s the time to come and see:)
I am docking at Circe’s at 18:00 hours (6pm slt) but I promise I will freshen up before I arrive to entertain an always exciting group of friends, fans, other amazing poets,  artists and all-around interesting people:) and the curious too are most welcome!
Just click on my parrot who will lead you directly to the spot 
(My LM Parrot)
There will be an open-mic that begins at 5pm on voice and is always fun, and then I will read on stream.
Dress for Toadstool Sitting (I leave what that means up to you🙂
If you don’t like clicking links, you can ask me for a TP as long as I have not yet started reading….;)
I will bring you in
Hope to See You, My Treasured Mates, on the 12th!

 

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Round n Round

Movie number 27 for Randt & Hoisan is our holiday offering for all our little group of friends and fans who enjoy our machinimas. If this one makes you happy (that is our hope) please feel free to share it. This is a Steampunk mother-daughter feel good movie inspired and powered by the most amazing kalimba piece, SaReGaMa’s Kalimba Solo para Lotus. It takes place in a lushly decorated Steampunk set, beautifully furnished an refurbished (The elevator was made from scratch) by Nat and her excellent set design. She also is my sweet-bratty little daughter “Natskies” who besides being adorable is a formidable bossy Director as always hehe)
I wrote the poem, inspired by the hypnotic music and almost a year later, we are finally witnessing its’ birth. I have to confess I do love this baby a lot..It is such a different project for us, and yet I hope you will agree, we did pull it off..
Full screen is best and HD or Natskies might thumb her nose at you:) Comments and Likes on YouTube always welcome..
Happy Holidays!!

 

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