Solitaire Land

Posted on March 27, 2025 by Karima Hoisan

A Game of Solitaire

Playing solitaire
just killing time
as if time
were the enemy
feels like a crime
living my life
and killing time..

Red Queens go
on Black Kings
In solitaire
opposites attract.
Kings slide into
empty spaces
Aces reign on high
It’s just like that.

In this ordered world
we drop down
one by one
Red Tens
on Black Jacks
Black Fives
below
Red Sixes
Black Twos
Sing the Blues
while above
Red Threes
sing back-up harmonies….
etc etc; can you see?
There Is a plan
in the world
of solitaire land.

And so I find comfort,
a zombie enslaved,
to this mindless game,
waiting for the dinner-ding
on my microwave.

Black Four looks for the door
Red Three  stands tall on the floor
Queens keep showing up
when I least expect it
but with no one leaving the party,
no room to put a King.
Now the  Kings are stuck…
No Queens for them
to play with today!

And where are the Aces hiding?
Stuck in knee deep piles
No way to get them out.
Without them
my structures are wobbly
built on fragments
built on sand.
Use that Eight and
turn  the next over….

🙏

Oh please please please
may it be an Ace!…
to give my play foundation….
to give my solitaire a chance…
to enjoy the satisfaction
of moving Black on top of
Black ascending
Red on top of Red until …
Four neat piles
two Black Kings
next to
two Red Kings…..Presiding.

We won!!!

Karima Hoisan
March 27, 2025
Costa Rica

* Footnote” This was just recorded in a rainstorm with lots of bird sounds..such is my life:):) Please Press Play to hear my spoken word to my own Garage Band Beat:)

Posted in Poems, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | 22 Comments

Dry-Eyed

Posted on March 19, 2025 by Karima Hoisan

                                                                    My Avatar on Kitely

Dry-eyed

When I lost you, I couldn’t cry.
Something very abnormal it seemed to me
the loss of you was like an iconic moment
to shed tear after tear..
and yet not one appeared.

Dry eyed, not a hint of glisten.
while I felt I would die inside.
I kept thinking maybe the perfect music,
memory, rain storm, would be the trigger
but my search was in vain,
not even your pictures, or hearing your name.

I worried a bit,
that I would make myself sicker
Everything I knew kept repeating,
if you don’t cry now
It will hit you like a head-on
next month…next year.

Like a speeding freight train
meeting me on the tracks,
standing there all dry-eyed
pretty sure not even death
could make me cry.

I waited for that moment
when I would least expect it..
all of a sudden the fact I would never see you again
would find its place,
and I would break down wherever I stood
and the tears would wash over my cheeks
and sobs of release,  that felt so good
after being pent-up a lifetime now…
would shake my foundation.

Instead I realized not only could I never cry
over the loss of you,
I stopped crying all together.
Your  death was so inconceivable
I stopped rotating with the planet.
I lived a lifetime and I never did cry
over you..I just never cried again,
over anything.
It was still a good life…
just dry-eyed, forevermore.

Karima Hoisan
March, 19, 2025
Costa Rica

Posted in Poems, Uncategorized | Tagged , , | 42 Comments

“Venice Midwestern” by Robin Saikia

Posted on March 18, 2025 by Karima Hoisan

Please click play to hear my spoken word of the poem to my original music

“Venice Midwestern” by Robin Saikia
Music and voice over by Karima Hoisan

She thought it would be magic:
the canals, the gondolas,
like a postcard’s laminated promise. 

But here, the water smells —
a mix of fish guts and disinfectant,
and the breeze is damp, like the inside of a boot. 

She wears her best smile,
but it’s like the air laughs at her.
Her map’s a soggy thing now,
crumpled in her hand —
so many alleys that curve back on themselves
like a joke she doesn’t get.
A gondola guy sings,
but it sounds more like a car alarm. 

The buildings, sagging, tilted sideways,
look like they’re about to fall over—
but they don’t. They just stare,
vacant-eyed, like old men
who’ve seen too much,
or enough.

She had imagined romance,
but the gondola’s seat is sticky,
the water a murky green
that promises more than it delivers.
Her shoes are soaked,
and the pizza she ordered
is as flat as her hopes. 

And Jim — poor Jim —
he’d whispered once, on the plane,
“Maybe this will ‘spark’ something, huh?”
But all that spark fizzled,
burned out by the damp, salty air.
The bed too small,
the sheets too heavy.
Venice, with its decaying beauty,
has made them tired,
the way a heavy meal makes you sleepy.
Her hand on Jim’s chest weighs as much as
that Murano paperweight.

They don’t talk about it —
sex, or the lack of it (or the paperweight) —
but the undeceived canals know it all
and echo it, in a customary ancient sigh. 

She’ll write home:
“Venice was nice,”
but the word tastes sour,
like toothpaste in the back of her throat.
And who needs canals, really?
When you’ve got a truck in the driveway,
and Walmart. 

And the soft ebb and flow of Jim snoring
to remind her
of what’s no longer there.

*Footnote: I was honored  when Robin requested me to read his poem to my music:)

Posted in Uncategorized | 25 Comments

Break is Over:) I Am Baaack!!

Posted on March 17, 2025 by Karima Hoisan

Hi my dear WP blogger family,
I Am Back.
I had my 78th birthday on Sunday March 9th and it was amazing. We went to the beach, where I first landed in Costa Rica in 1975 and relived memories, visiting old neighbors, people I have known for 50 years!!!  It’s Ramadan, so we ate food and cake after sunset,, It was really magical and my kids (haha 56 & 42) organized it all so well. Here is a little movie of my magical mystery tour, my daughter, Poett put together:) Who wears black socks to the beach? Haha I do, as I can not get sun on me for my autoimmune condition. Jan Betts my artist friend and best friend is sitting next to me (white hair) and Mariella (on my other side) is the first friend I ever made in Costa Rica…still lives in the same place in front of the beach  50 years later..


Then!!
Gino’s Fashion Show.. His models coming to life, walking the catwalk, Gino and James coming out at the end to wave to the audience… well it never happened that way. Because of resouces where this virtual fashion exhibit was being held (A Big Open Sim Fair) there was too much else going on for the models to walk the catwalk…But  there was a party..and I got to wear a Gino sketch turned into a darling outfit and look real life 18 again.. (dancing with my handsome vampire date, Dale Innis, we had a wonderful night, even with the catwalk glitch..)

Plus!!
We will put it all up on Gino’s Butterfly, right in the Bevery Hills Section. It Will work there, inshallah, because that sim is robust with good resources.. So then a new party and a new catwalk…In April:):)
So I made this movie…so you can watch us dancing the night away. Gino, “too sexy for this song” is at the end:)  Enjoy in 4K  and turn it up. The music is by Right Said Fred, “I’m Too Sexy”  Thanks again to Kimm Star for turning Gino’s sketches into gorgeous virtual clothes!!
and turning me into 18 year old Donna Leviash:):)
Likes on YouTube always loved!!

Posted in Announcements, Machinima, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , | 31 Comments

Ramadan Kareem & a Small Time Out

Posted on March 3, 2025 by Karima Hoisan

Ramadan Mubarak!! Ramadan Kareem!
May this be a blessed Ramadan for my fellow Muslims all over the world.
Many are celebrating under very harsh conditions and my heart and prayers go out to you all.
A special Ramadan wish for my beloved family in Jordan and the sons & daughters of Umahmad now all residing in the US. 
I will use this special time to take a break from my blog.
I won’t be posting for the next 4 weeks or reading regularly.
As Pooja says, it is good to take a break sometimes and I can’t imagine a better time than now.

Blessings to all,
Karima

Posted in Announcements | Tagged , | 38 Comments

“A Flash of Nat”by Karima Hoisan on YouTube

Posted on February 21, 2025 by Karima Hoisan

Natascha Pilot

This is a nostalgic tribute to my SL fallen creative partner, Natascha Randt, who passed away in 2021 from heart failure. Filmed on my world in Kitely Virtual Worlds, “The Natascha Randt Memorial,” I shot scenes there that reminded me of her. I have been a little haunted by her lately, so it felt time to say a few words and make this video. PS Nat….I miss you.
Allahyirhamha.
The music is my original music composed on my Garage Band.
Please watch in 4K and Fullscreen.
Feel free to leave a thumbs-up on my YouTube channel . All comments welcome everywhere:)
Enjoy!!

Posted in Machinima, My Virtual Worlds, Uncategorized | Tagged , , | 21 Comments

My Colored Hearts

Posted on February 14, 2025 by Karima Hoisan

By TanGora

My Colored Hearts

To the music “Cien Fuegos” by Johannes Linstead, my reading. Press Play.

(For all my colored hearts;you know who you are)

I love You,
my colored hearts, for everything that You rarely show…
for all those doors that close when people walk too near
and You don’t feel  like trusting.
I love how You unlatch your locks, when You hear my voice…
that opening click and You whispering , “Come in”

All the colors inside Your chambers,
my mutant butterflies,
all that music, art and poetry
contained in the mural of Your lives.
Purple-hearted wounded one,
the deepest blue of true,
artistic passion, complexly red and brilliant multi shades of You,
Your confidence and recklessness to be just who You chose,
so much more than meets the eye,
so much more than any title can construe.

And every heart has its passion its flower growing from a seed,
the need…
to find and make it work,
creating art from useless things, inventing poetry
capturing the tail of a jet stream,
or challenging those personal boundaries of speed.

Each has a hue that I cherish
each has a hue that I need.
You lace on shoes to cover miles,
pick up a brush, imagination and glue,
the teacher, coder, astrologer, filmmaker
edit, rewrite, redo,refine, re-fix…
speak in foreign languages to translate the matrix.

A bouquet of colored hearts,
gifted to me by the most generous giver
in the most ingenious way,
You make my words come alive,
You make my blood rise and ebb in tides…
You, You, You, You
my colored hearts.

Given by The Giver, who lays them across my road
one by one to find, pick up and hold…
Gathered  into this bouquet reflecting,
love and genius, the mercurial and ambiguous,
the long lasting steadfastness .

I place this treasure not on my table,
not on display
but way inside my own colored heart stretched wide,
to love and cherish
enjoy and share
the depth and the miracle
that defies defining who you are.

I just ask to bathe sometimes in each amazing beveled hue,
and contemplate the honor and the privilege
of knowing and of loving every single one of You.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Karima Hoisan
Feb. 14th  2013
Linc Island, Second Life

*An old one but still applies today 
with even more, added to the bouquet
Happy Valentine’s Day..”Day of Love & Friendship” we say in Costa Rica:)❤️

Posted in Poems, Uncategorized | Tagged , , | 35 Comments

Robin Saikia

Posted on February 13, 2025 by Karima Hoisan

A small forward. I love my WordPress poets. I have been reading many of you for years and years. Today, I want to share a “new” WordPress poet for me. I say “new” because a few years back I read one of his poems and was very impressed. I fell in love with his style and maybe felt “line envy” (pure unjealous admiration) for almost every line in his poem.
A few days ago, I rediscovered him and once again, felt that giddy feeling of admiration for his very visual metaphors.
I asked permission to record one today and he said Yes:) I encourage you to subscribe:
Robin Saikia
He seems to be posting a new poem every day and I always look forward to the next. You can find out more about him on his blog, but, if you like breathtakingly  visual poetry, you will love his.

“Salvaging The Bitta” I read it to my own music, “The Bitta” and I hope you enjoy it:)

You can read the words here: “Salvaging The Bitta” by Robin Saikia

Posted in Poems, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , | 20 Comments

It’s 2025!

Posted on February 10, 2025 by Karima Hoisan

This is pretty self-explanatory.. To the music, “Chain of Fools” played by my 1st ex-husband and still a friend today:)
Dirty Dom Daniels (His stage name:) who has has never lost his wicked guitar:)
Turn it up..Dance!!
It’s better to Be Bop than to cry:)
Please listen and here are the words if you want to translate them…. but The Recording is more fun:)

It’s 2025!

Good morning sunshine
I can hardly wait to see
what new eye rolling insanity
you have for me.

Boppin’ down the highway of my day,
shaking my head from side to side
everything I see or hear
convinces me to hang on tight.
This is going to be
one big bump of a ride
into the longest night

While the chorus line in my head
keeps repeating..
You got to be kidding!?
When did reality rock and roll?
It used to be as steady as a  cement poll
but lately, oh boy .. you just never know.

Not even Dalí directed by Fellini
could conjure up  these whiplash scenes
of this surreal sitcom series
that everyone is watching like a car crash
you can’t stop seeing
I’m always light-headed
vertigo comes over me,
every time I  connect to the net
or watch TV.

Good morning sunshine,
glad you’re still coming over the hill
just like you did yesterday
and the day before
I don’t think there are any givens anymore
Just feels like we are all racing
to somewhere we’ve never been before..
I’m getting open mouth syndrome
and my jaw is in locked position
and my my poor strained eyes,
from rolling them day and night.

Boppin down the highway of my day,
shaking my head from side to side
everything I see or hear
convinces me to hang on tight.
This is going to be
one big bump of a ride
into the longest night
you know what I’m talking about ???
It’s 2025

Karima Hoisan
February 10, 2025
Costa Rica

Posted in Poems, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 21 Comments

“Going Down…” by Karima Hoisan on YouTube

Posted on February 7, 2025 by Karima Hoisan

Hi everyone,

I have something pretty new and unusual to share with you today:)

Going Down is a poem/video for and about our Earth.

In every way, it is something very different from what I usually do:)

I felt guided (pulled is a better word) to make this film and write this poem.

It is a warning and  I composed the Industrial Music on Garage Band, to reflect it

Disclaimer, in a scene with a doll in a boat it looks like crosses are floating up. These are just particles being released from the scripted boat, and not meant to be any religious metaphor.

A special Thanks to Dale Innis who helped me create this world, “The Wizard” on Kitely Virtual Worlds and a special thanks to Kurk Mumfuzz for his many particles,  used here,  especially  the bouncing balls and the fog at the end. Please watch in fullscreen and 4K.Enjoy! Let me know here there everywhere…if you did:)

I will write out the poem, for those of you who would like to translate it:)

“Going Down”

You didn’t notice while you were sleeping

or fighting, or killing each other.

The Earth was sighing  giving up and

and saying ”it’s just too much!”

I’m going down…and she left her orbit

and let herself fall  to be carried by the tides.

It was almost  past the point of even  trying.

Earth’s entire population went to sleep

as they  fell lower, and lower.

They chose not to see reality,

this cosmic  drama unfolding.

The Earth was in pain,

but nobody was listening

The few that did wake up,

watched in horror

and felt too helpless

Lulled by pretty colors…

most  stayed in their dreams

Speeding into eternity,

ploughing through  the natural disasters,

which felt anything but natural to her,

Earth saw the small and weak

cut down too young,

the injustice of the haves

over the have nots

Earth felt the fever that was rising.

She welcomed the flood waters of the end

Every fire burned her, every bomb  broke her open…

Some might say.,

“Well  all that is  just on the surface,

the Earth can bounce back.”

The tipping point was when she could bounce back

but didn’t,

going down and starting over seemed the only way..

She let herself sink back into everything from where she came.

Mercy was the last word on her mind.

Karima Hoisan
February 7, 2025
Costa Rica



Posted in Machinima, My Virtual Worlds, Poems, Uncategorized | Tagged , , , , , , | 31 Comments