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Keep The Dream Going

Posted on March 9, 2019 by Karima Hoisan

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Keep The Dream Going

Cruising the blues on a Beth Hart loop
shaking my head because humans are so fickle
up in the stars where I perch in assessment
It looks from here, that it might be hard to work it out.

People people people let’s get our priorities hung straight
Let’s take the pearls over sow’s ears, peace instead of war
Let’s be honest, just honest with each other at the midnight hour
To love, we must give more than we get or….we’re bound to lose.

I’m talking to me, you know, this message is not only for you.
I fear this race might fail, we all need to get it right, not just a few.
So I sail along on a voice that’s fallen to the bottom of the blues
Why can’t people just keep the dream going and just be what they seem?

Karima Hoisan
March 9, 2019 (my birthday)
San Isidro del General

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No Regrets

Posted on March 2, 2019 by Karima Hoisan

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No Regrets
Click here to listen to the poem recited

Was our ember only able to burn bright enough for one duet?
Reality paints in realism, with no excuses, and no regrets.

For me I felt it blaze up in my face, smoke and dreams, a creative space
But a rainstorm came from nowhere and washed it away without a trace.

Still something was salvaged like a lifeboat when the ship went down.
Something good and real floated back to shore, not meant to drown.

What we made, in that crazy lyrical union, would be our only love-child’s song.
No one can say, it was not born, for we can always hear it in our heads and sing along.

Was our ember only able to burn bright enough for one duet?
Reality paints in realism, with no excuses, and no regrets.

Karima Hoisan
March 2, 2019

* footnote the music I used behind the poem is Emerald (Kyodai Mahjongg 2006 OST)

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My Town

Posted on February 26, 2019 by Karima Hoisan

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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

Posted on February 12, 2019 by Karima Hoisan

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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

Posted on February 6, 2019 by Karima Hoisan

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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

Posted on February 1, 2019 by Karima Hoisan

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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

Posted on January 24, 2019 by Karima Hoisan

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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

Posted on January 15, 2019 by Karima Hoisan

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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

Posted on January 13, 2019 by Karima Hoisan

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)