Granted, Karen was on Top of the World,
her passionate voice brought her Close to You,
We've Only Just Begun, her gems hid pearled,
her Rainy Days and Mondays changed our view.
Bless the Beasts and Children, expressed warm peace,
The Night Has a Thousand Eyes, sleep awhile,
to being Solitaire, Walk On By, please,
Make It Easy on Yourself. Rest a spell.
Called the yard to buy a Ticket To Ride,
Beechwood 4-5789,
from San Francisco to LA, Cal's south side,
it was 1980, a younger time.
So long ago, it's Yesterday Once More,
Karen's Goodbye to Love was my top score.
Karen keeps it all
she has buttons and bows
her very first doll
there are sixteen drawers in her closet
none of them close
some are full of ruined old panty hose
Karen is a crafter, she throws nothing away
her husband keeps quiet, he has no real say
for she might need this and she might need that
she has a a rubber chicken and a Frisbee hat
she has an entire dresser full of patterns and stuff
if you suggest purging, Karen runs off in a huff
She might need that piece of cardboard or that old barrette
Try to sneak something into a garbage, she will most certainly fret.
She keeps it all, it is clutter she values the most.
She is a terrific crafter, but not ever ready to host.
Who is Karen?
Or what is she to cheer?
Is she a mother, or a friend, or a whisper in the wind?
She is the realtor ,the banker,
In the courtroom as a thinker.
She is the teacher, that cares, the politician, that fares .
The voice the hurts my ears.
The terror that brings us to tears.
The electricity that flows through the chair..
Question her if you dare.
These cold but, hard stares
For these are the truths that I share….
For the world is a product of the insecurities that she
wears….
Marriages to flames ,in exchange for her fame, shallow as a feather, yet we are to blame.
For the world she has shamed.
The false mother has come, the devil in a dress , yet hero to some….
Swift as it will come, we will not see, for she is the nectar that poisoned the tree…
There was this old lady, drinking soup
She was also knitting, loop by loop
She ran out of yarn
Screamed and said- "Oh Darn!"
Started dunking needles in ball hoop!
In the realm of my heart, there resides Karen Cook,
A love that enchants, like a well-written book.
Her grace is a melody, a dance of pure bliss,
Her smile like the sun, warming every abyss.
A love story painted with hues of devotion,
Karen's presence alone sparks an endless emotion.
Within her, a spirit of strength and gentle grace,
A soul that embraces love's every embrace.
With her, I've galloped through life, hand in hand,
Our hearts entwined like a rider and a horse in the sand.
Together we've weathered storms, braved the unknown,
Karen, my compass, my rock, my own.
Her eyes, like diamonds, reflect a love so true,
A bond unbreakable, forever we'll pursue.
Through meadows and valleys, we've traversed with ease,
Karen, my muse, the wind beneath my dreams.
And when life's trials mount, like hurdles in our way,
She becomes my stallion, guiding us each day.
Through hurdles and fences, we leap side by side,
Karen, my love, with you I'll always ride.
So here's to Karen, my love and my muse,
The one who brings light when life's shadows confuse.
With you, my dear, I've found a love untamed,
A love like a horse, forever unchained.
Usually,
I know how to keep calm
But not that day.
That day anger took over.
I lost awareness.
It happened so fast
I felt my heart and my voice rising.
I did nothing to stop.
After the incident,
I felt terrible,
My heart ached
It was that bad.
I was shocked with my own self
I'm not proud.
I knew better.
There is no excuse.
Let them push me to the edge.
Yes, there was another option.
Sadly, this time the rage has won.
I know more situations will come.
I should be more prepared.
Focus on my breathing.
Don't listen to the voice of anger.
Who will be the winner next time.
Nonchalant, the leaf whirls without care
On the wind it rides to somewhere
Tree-free, it flies with bird-flare
A swinging light feather
Kite without its string
Airy last fling
Roaming to
end in
new…
…new
trip where?
Heaven knows
Eagle eyes watch
wandering winds blow
on leaf’s air-current show
Released, rides to an unknown
Leaving its toils, freed at long last
Departs, dancing for the next recast…
(1/3/23 For Feel Free contest inspired by quote 7)
The BritBox show Karen Pirie
has good characters, nice scenery.
The sleuthing’s hardcore,
toned down on the gore,
hitting all the right notes for me.
You broke your back at your home in January of 2016 when you fell.
You were the last surviving cast member of "On The Buses" but now you have died as well.
You also starred in "Beautiful Thing" and "What's Up Nurse!".
Breaking your back was bad but your death was far worse.
Because of your talent, receiving fame was what was bound to transpire.
Sadly, you died on February the 22nd because your house caught on fire.
It was very sad to learn that your life ended, your fans are grieving because you didn't survive.
You were a British actress who entertained millions and you have died at the age of eighty-five.
[Dedicated to Anna Karen (1936-2022) who died on February 22, 2022]
I took my dog for a walk on the beach.
Ran into Karen and she started to preach.
Plastic bags times three; filled with doggie debris.
People polluting the beach she decreed.
I smiled politely turning to continue on my way.
Apparently, she had a whole lot more to say.
I listened disinterested and mostly ambivalent.
Thinking, how could anyone be so ignorant?
When a seagull swooped by and did something magnificent.
It was the perfect rejoinder to this entire incident.
Without displaying too much emotion;
I wondered, how much of that gets dropped in the ocean?
Karen’s face was filled with disgust.
Now a parting shot just was a must.
Imagine if we tried to bag the lot of it.
Could we fill our oceans with all that plastic?
I tipped my hat and headed on my way.
Wishing Karen, a most wonderful day.
My black son
He did not belong
Unwelcome
Unannounced and subsequently
Uninvited
To attend his predominately white Honors math class online
Confirmations abounded
With increasing befuddlement
By the substitute teacher
“Are You Sure?”
By a white classmate
Affirmed
Welcomed
Invited
Permitted to remain
After all
He did belong
My black son
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Emmy Is An Entity Horn Haiku
enormous emmy
is truly an entity
many may envy
are in a new phase
and we use a certain phrase
must give God our praise
day did reach an end
so this poem to you shall send
always did intend
looks like lump of lard
while old face does seems so scared
our time has been hard
much fruit in our cake
which we always like to make
may be big mistake
had been in a feud
my food should always be chewed
cooked or may be stewed
Jim Horn
For Karen Brilli
My Sweet, Sweet Daughter, Karen
I have a sweet, sweet daughter named Karen
who is a blessing wherever she may go,
she thinks and she prays for many of MY children
and I let her know what it is that she can sow.
It might be food, or healthy products
or could be perfumes that make MY children to smile,
and because I know that for ME I can trust this child
to go an extra mile.
Karen, herself has gone through many trials
which at times the enemy had meant to bring her down,
to stop MY work from flowing through her
but, I wouldn’t let that happen so she would always rebound.
So now, her heart is full of love and compassion
and her prayers to ME she knows I will answer,
for MY ear is attentive to hear what she says
while praying for others as she has been led.
I don’t have so many like her that
I truly will call MY own,
but she is always trying to
bring others I know to MY precious Heavenly home.
You are a blessing, love you,
Written by:
Marilyn S. Jennings
December 11, 2019
The youngest Mouseketeers, they were
The ones who sang goodbye.
If you watched “Mickey Mouse Club,”
You’d remember if you try.
Her long blond curls and winsome smile
Had cross-the-board appeal
And pairing them together
Really seemed to seal the deal.
Though Cubby lives, I just found out
That Karen’s, sadly, gone,
So “now it’s time to say goodbye;”
Her memory lives on.
Karen Pendleton (8/1/46 – 10/6/19)
Cubby O’Brien (7/14/46 -)
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