It has been awhile. Blog is changing. I hate learning
New stuff...too old...too hard...lol
Blessings to all of you who read my blog.
Here is a variety of my poems over the years.
I have over a thousand.
:)
(I will be 78 on June first this year)
No one was brave enough
Or kind enough to warn her
No one whom she had
Worried about, helped
And cared for as best she
Could..,all of their lives!
All were thoughtless to the core
When she did find out
Her heart exploded
The blood rushed to her lungs
Her last breath red with sorrow.
Kesti16 ©-May 2012
'The Hideaway'
Come join me in my hideaway
In forest deep and shaded
Where all is happy all the day
An nothing will be jaded.
I have a pie of blueberries
Cooling on the sill
Come visit as I make some tea
Blue Willow pot ...I'll fill.
Sit in my wicker rocker
By the window edged in lace
And watch the chimpmunk
Peek at you..
He has a funny face.
Don't mind the books
All strewn about
For they're
Good friends of mine
They seem to fall
Right off the shelf
When e'er I need a sign.
To take a breath
and drink the joy
abounding all about...
To spin and dance
And smile and sing
and sometimes even shout.
For life is full of mysteries
And beauty I must seek.
Or else I'll dry up ...blow away
And ne'er again will speak.
So we will visit now and share
'Till light turns into dusk.
And barely pull a fraction from
Our memory filled husk.
And as we part tomorrow
Some bit will hence remain
To weave into the Song
Of Life's... refrain.
Kesti16
4-30-2002©
'Gray Lady Down'
Free me from
This Crematorium
Where hate
And resentment burn
The acrid stench
Engulfs me
As I die
A little every day.
Kesti16
1988©
• 'Advice to a Young Lad'
No problem is too
Small or too big.
They must be attended to
And they all have solutions.
How you feel about yourself
Is the most important thing
In your life...all of your life.
Keep your eyes and ears
Open for humor and laugh freely.
Never leave home without
At least two dollars in your pocket.
Never hit your sister
And don't spit!
Kesti16
1987©
'Inquiry'
How are you still pretending
You don't feel what you feel?
Living life with crippled wings
When flying could be real.
Why are those dry Eyes smiling
When they're holding
Back a flood?
How long must you make payments
With all of your
Life's blood?
How are you still pretending
You don't feel what you feel?
Come...Lovely bird
The sky awaits...
Take flight and you will heal.
Kesti16©
1988
'Thirty'
'Tis strange...at twelve
How ancient
Someone thirty
Seems to be
But then again at twenty
Thirty looks distinguishedly
But when the age of thirty
Comes knocking at your door
For a little while...I'm sure
You'll feel
Like you'll be young no more...
Kesti16©
1956
HAHAHAHAHA when I wrote that
I was 22...the Editor who printed
it laughed and laughed and I couldn't
Understand why...Hahahahahahah
Innocence is so charming...
1980
I will be 78 soon...lol...Now thrty is like the "embryonic" stage
2012
'My Polka Dot Dress'
I remember it!
I was four
Mom made it
And was I proud!
It was red...I recall
With white polka dots
And matching bloomers...
Kesti16
1959©
The Question
Sadness puts the hairline cracks
Into a heart of Gold
And makes a pattern of its own
A story to unfold
Patina soft with colors gray
As each new story fills
and cracks spread out
in patterns bold
and causes awful ills
Until the heart now filled with pain
Bursts open...bleeds...is stilled
Who is to blame? Circumstance?
Or was this angel killed?
(c) Kesti
USA
January, 2000
Silence would not speak
As it rejoiced in its
New found land.
It danced and twirled
Leaving footprints
In the pure white sand.
For no words
Would do justice
To this day
In May
That soon
Would be swept away
So change could rule
And wear a different face
One that always smiled
And easily kept the pace
No tears were shed
For God held tight my hand
I recognized His plan
He knows I understand,
Kesti16©
5-7-2012
'End Product'
Once a fragile
Flower...I
With petals easily
Crushed.
Now a thorny cactus
Not a human form...really
More like a little
Ball of hurt...
With two sticks
One to protect myself
Another to strike out
In revenge...
Now I recognize the trickster
And "whomp his ass"....
Kesti16
1990©
'Cocoon'
Growing up
Can happen to you
At any age.
Just prior to the event
There is a lot of
Mental thrashing
and flailing...
And blaming your
Mother
For everything...
Kesti16
1988©
'Daze'd
I walk on broken glass
My feet are bleeding
I do not feel a thing.
Not even remorse
For the destruction.
Maybe nothing is real
Anyhow.
Just an illusion
And I
With an imaginative mind
Created this...
But would I create
humans so pathetic
and weak
With egos that
reach the sky
heartless to a fault
in my minds eye?
I look down again
and see
The blood on my feet
came from my
wounded heart.
Kes©2007
Make your own dressing for special salads!
My Recipe
Best dressing.
Buy 15 ounces Kraft real mayo
Buy 15 ounces Kemps cultured sour cream.
Put above in bowl
Add 2 tsp dried chives
2 tsp dried parsley
2 tsp dried dill weed
1/4 tsp black pepper
2 tsp onion powder
2 tsp garlic powder
1/4 tsps salt
Mix well and put in jar in fridge
Old people get mean because they are in pain.
They feel helpless as they can not do what they used to do.
They really get mean when people still expect them to do
for them what they have always done before.
They begin to think that people are ungrateful
for all they have previously done for them.
It will just get worse as their pain becomes more and more unbearable.
If they ask to be left alone, leave them alone!
Someday you will understand!
I wish I were a car.
They are either cherished
And cared for when they
Get old or else parked
Out in a field someplace and
Allowed to "Rust in Peace"
KestiQuote-2012 ©
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