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©
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• ‎'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 ©