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Sunday, September 9, 2012

SABBATH

Come what come may, time and the hour run through the roughest day. Shakespeare





Sabbath 

Yesterday, you are my
breath of fresh air--
earth, moist, full.
My soul nourished by
the present salt of your lips,
the gentleness of your touch,
the simplicity of your word.

Your heart pounds steady --
wood, breath, river.
Reminds me
of my present root--
the reason for my truth,
the reflection of your meaning,
the light at the beginning 
of my road.

TJKG

Monday, September 3, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 31

Smile Therapy 31

I am in smile therapy
when my son
turns his Nutella sandwich into an
Oreo sandwich.
Nothing wrong with that.

TJKG

Saturday, September 1, 2012

MY HEART SWELLS

"The artist is a receptacle for the emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web."
 Pablo Picasso


My Heart Swells

I have fallen from my grace--
wind is displeased
with me as
I find it hard to remember
how to use my wings.

I know I love you,
but how to do that
in this mortal body
with blood and bones
as
fear sings hallelujah
like no other song.

I know if I embrace you
my heart will
burn through
my chest—
a web of fire.

My insides will
beget consistency.
Heaven and the
bursting sublime
beget
wonders question—
a question  that
will never be asked
as

your body bends like a bridge
strong, sturdy, and intuitive
slowly
spinning through me
stealing from the
broken-hearted
me.

TJKG

Monday, August 27, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 30



Smile Therapy 30

I am in smile therapy
when I stay late in
bed and listen to the
rain fall. 
It is that simple.

TJKG

Sunday, August 26, 2012

VIVE PRO HODIERNO



Vive Pro Hodierno

Yesterday,

cracked open,
broken bones find unearthly shapes—
viper words whip past your lips
landing like a
sledge hammer to cold hard steel—
the past
pounding relentlessly in my head.

Today,

vast night air cleanses—
passions’ emptiness
settles soot from calamity--
Held breath unchained
blends perfectly into peace.
And standing close
next to you, my temple;
I have found my religion.  
TJKG

Monday, August 20, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 29





Smile Therapy 29

I am in smile therapy
knowing I
question each of my
actions, and have
speakable and
sharable thoughts.
TJKG

Saturday, August 18, 2012

I LAUGH KNOWING I AM APPROACHING 50

  You, as much as anyone in the universe, deserve your love and  respect.  Buddha


I Laugh Knowing I Am Approaching 50

She looks like a woman I never met.
Her wiry hair forms phone-cord curls,
energized words fall like afghans
over pale shoulders seemingly
wrapped around a skim milk 
woman who fades away from her.
Coffee and bangles, a ladies’
mirage, a freckled smile
accompanies an over-produced world.
She clears, and I hear her say confidently,
“I laugh knowing
I would never do that.”

She would never do what?
              I ask myself and sip my cappuccino--
She would never say no to inconvenience
when she knows no means no.
Never say I am beautiful in a mortal world.
Never do what a man does, knowing she can--
as she constantly banters inequalities’ tired face.
Never find fury in the homeless heart,
as she feeds a pop-tart to her own off-spring.
Never find resolve in a voice worth hearing,
a voice screaming vulgarity in frozen hell.
Never realize you are worth more than the money
or the silent murderers who roam in the public eye.

I weep knowing I would never do that.

We met in the day the way
siblings pass in the hallway.
A sea-shell night-light glows,
the bathroom door closes,
and like lovers lost
in the journey of time.
A quiet rehearse,
a tender  questioning,
a reproach of togetherness,
two strangers focus on daily coffee.
And a phone rings, unearthly sounds
tares our café bubble.  
We stoically breathe, hoping
we will never laugh at our freedom.
TJKG

Monday, August 13, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 28


Smile Therapy 28

I am in smile therapy when
I ride my new
vintage Suburban Schwinn
at the beach and
at the perfect time, I witness
a father and his baby daughter
exchanging a lovingly beautiful smile--
pure, innocent love combined in
our five second connection.

My heart swelled and 
melted at the same time.
A memory
burned inside of me like the sunrise.
TJKG

Friday, August 10, 2012

OZ IN US.



Oz In Us

I love the
ruby slippers
you gave me.
I just love them.
And for those
unworn shoes,
(which fit my feet
perfectly)
your legs
deserve my hands
to push the
fluid from the
swollen home
of your ankles.
TJKG
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Monday, August 6, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 27




Smile Therapy 27

I am in smile therapy  when
I read this quote from the
Dalai Lama--
"Know the rules well, 
so you can break them effectively."
Seriously....I am smiling!
TJKG

Monday, July 30, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 26

Smile Therapy 26

I am in smile therapy
when I pour milk
into my coffee and a
tiny creamy heart
appears in my cup.

That is a message
from the universe.

TJKG

Monday, July 23, 2012

THERAPY 25- Quiet Aurora

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poCw2CCrfzA&feature=relmfu 
Ophélie Gaillard, Bach
 Life times of loss.

Quiet Aurora

Yes...a poem,
an evening cello heaves,
as an old hand
carves
pain into music;
a young hand pulls the trigger
seizing souls.
Hearts weep in reprieve,
a dozen wooden coffins
we need at dawn.
Yes...a cello that drowns out the sorrow
of the grieving and the squawking of the NRA.
Yes...pain into music,
a poem, an eulogy,
a chorus of peaceful ache,
an arch of white angel wings.
TJKG

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE IT


Never seen anything like it...

You can walk to the next vacant house,
to the next vacant house, and to the next.
I peek through a picture window to
a fully furnished living room of worn furniture.
A gallery of broken memories display
faded pictures of family
from somewhere around 2010--
a census card curled in the door jam.
Bones for plants left to die in
bug infested windows;
it is odd as purple and yellow
wild flower take over in your front yard.
In this isolated community,
the people realize
you can't get out of God's country
without driving to the moon first.
It wears on you, so
you walk out onto the front porch
and simply lock the door behind you,
and not come back.
A wild idea
matching my broken heart.

TJKG

Monday, July 16, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 24


Smile Therapy 24

I am in smile therapy
when my daughter tells me
I should be in exaggeration therapy.
Real facts are
just not that exciting to me--
I LOVE climbing mountains,
picking hundreds of flowers,
living on the side of a cliff,
and dancing till the sun comes up.
TJKG

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

WILDFLOWERS AT MY BEDSIDE

My first few days in the breathtaking mountains have been glorious. Mother Earth's vision truly teaches our being perspective.


Wildflowers at My Bedside

My point of view is
higher than the cloud cover.
My elevation is
higher than the horizon.
My voice is
heard through the bird’s song.
My heart is
a flowing river through
the mountains of life.
TJKG

Monday, July 9, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 23

I am in smile therapy when
I travel
from the ocean surf to the
mighty turf of the mountains and


I am slowly awakened by the
silvery song of hundreds of birds.

I am also in smile therapy
when I have ginger cat cookies for people
with my morning coffee. (OH So Happy:)

TJKG

Saturday, July 7, 2012

THE SUN AND THE MOON ARE ONE

Today is my last day at the beach. I am humbled by the ocean air; I am honored to see the sun pop over the horizon. The elements are life changing for me.


The Sun and the Moon Are One

The rising legacy of sun; the falling full moon
orbit in the same magenta dome.
Orange moon rises; red sun sets--
time consumes like smoldering fire.
I bend my head, fill my lungs with ocean air,
and envelop the éclat of each turning death.
TJKG

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

A WALK ON THE BEACH


A Walk on the Beach

She switched.
Not a chair,
not for hot sand,
but for
her sanity.
TJKG

Monday, July 2, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 22

The only thing that separates us from the animal kingdom is our ability to accessorize. Steel Magnolias


Smile Therapy 22

I am in smile therapy
when I wear my
vintage plastic
beads to the beach
that I bought at a
thrift store with
my son.
TJKG

Friday, June 29, 2012

BLENDING

Simplicity and beauty in the moment.


Blending

Every morning, about this time,
a church resting about a mile from here,
rings their bells. A lawn of
apple trees, heavy with fruit,
bless the manicured grass.
Colliding pregnant clouds
mosaic the rich blue of the sky.

The church structured from
gray rectangular bricks,
planks of hard wood,
a black medieval door, a steeple
housing the flared dome of vertical music,
all equally rich in their tone,
know nothing is permanent.

When it's breezy, as it is this morning,
I can hear the echo of the bells,
a practiced toll
whispering your name in my body,
allowing me to believe in
the beauty of the universe.

I am drinking red wine in bed,
knowing the breeze this morning,
with you--
sharing the dance of church bells
feeling the damp changing air
warm, kind mottled earth,
visiting my square window.

Under the white sheets,
the downy-soft cream of feathers,
I watch you,
as you
slowly, as to not miss the silky bouquet
of swaying berries drawn to your lips, and
shimmering tendrils worship
your regal purple cheek bones,
laying in lassitude, I am
struck by being a woman.
TJKG 4-2011

Monday, June 25, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 21

Count the bottles and be proud. D.S.


Smile Therapy 21

I am in smile therapy
when my friend needs to
add extra shots
of vodka to her
Skinny Girl Pina Colada
to make it taste better.

I don't think I need to
say anything else about
the irony of adding calories.
TJKG-

Friday, June 22, 2012

ALL QUIET DESIRE

All Quiet Desire is inspired by the icon Misia. She lived in Paris in the 30's and was a patron of the arts, matchmaker, taste-maker, collector, muse. Misia Sert, née Godebska, Queen of Paris, was the most sought after face of her time.



All Quiet Desire

Paris was truly the brash, beating heart of the art world--
through heady eras—and across timeless disciplines;
a found masterpiece saved from anonymity--
a fierce enigmatic woman left behind--
a coveted affair with charisma and beauty,
each turning avenue owning a breath of her life.

And in every light—her black-eyed charm danced
at the piano, on the porch,
having breakfast of croissant and black coffee.
A keen ear for avant-garde talent, and
her magnetic allure moved others
to create near her, or for her, or about her.
Her sweet and shy lover fell hardest;
now a mourner brooding in a corner,
the need to be artist gone absurd.

She wanted the moon to find a painted face to
leave shadows in time’s memories. She needed
endless hours in the middle of the night to create.
She wanted her grave to be filled with weeping roses,
to let allusion to be one of the weepers.
Obsession weighs more than her flesh and bones.
A hot criminal of illustrious intentions,
each resurrection sordid, a thrashing end, all
became a trove of material picked over by the needy.
Postcard-size letters, scraps of time, disregarded
crumbs of hope, little bits of a human’s soul
in a tender ode to an all quiet desire.
TJKG 6-20-2012

Monday, June 18, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 20


A laugh is a smile that bursts. Mary H. Waldrip




Smile Therapy 20

I am in smile therapy
when I watch laugh
lines on a sun-kissed face
erupt into white
star bursts around
the eyes of my friend.

I am in smile therapy
on the first day of
summer vacation. Yea!
TJKG

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

THE BREVITY OF MY LOOKING GLASS

The image of our self begins as vanity and merges with maturity. As the viewer who interprets the image, a symbolic duality merging with the self is recognized. Picasso once said-- Are we to paint what's on the face, what's inside the face, or what's behind it? We must feel and be affected by the art of words and embrace the changes presented in life.

                                                                                                        photo-tjkg
The Brevity of My Looking Glass

I want you
in my hands,
for my limbs feel heavy
as I cannot see you
in the Venus of my
chambered fate.
I cannot feel the
tranquility of you;
I cannot see the
pearl of your soul
through my
secretly desired window.

Your flowered perfume--
I am holding hostage
in the blood of me.
For you my lover,
my body is starved
by the vitality of you,
by the portrait of you,
by the worldliness of you,
by the desire of one.

I gaze as a silent
witness at your
mortality through
my looking mirror;
youth’s summer vanity stored
in the boudoir of my
past. A cascade
of merging truth in the illusion
of the night, a slipping
recline of fluid slumber,
a waking climax of reality.

TJKG 6-12-12

Monday, June 11, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 19

 
                                                              Photo-TJKG

Smile Therapy 19

I am smile therapy
when my friend's dog
intuitively understands
the need to stay cool
on a 95 degree day.

Sit and just be;
smile at the simplicity
of living.

TJKG

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

LONGING FOR WHOLENESS

I believe we accumulate life in the chambers of our heart. It is there I found inspiration and the complexity of what longing for wholeness in love is.

Internal and external are ultimately one. When you no longer perceive the world as hostile, there is no more fear, and when there is no more fear, you think, speak and act differently. Love and compassion arise, and they affect the world.
Eckhart Tolle



                                                               Photo by:TJKG

Longing for Wholeness

I do not love you in a way that is recognizable;
I love you in a way that does not appreciate words.

Love lives in the innocence of breath, the daemon of eyes,
the pierce of the unseen, the pleasure in the purity of pain.

My voice with an unselfish, loyal,
and benevolent concern
shakes from the madness of the gods,
aches from the basilisk bite,
hastens the ego of death’s drive,
the psychic desire for interconnection
wrestles with my wondering,
and pines for the interaction
with a peaceful sentient being.

While sitting patiently on the wings of my peripheral vision,
love’s purity is stolen from my pulse, and disguised as something else.

As an architect of my own despair,
my love is oddly drawn and shot into heartbreak.

Let Eros’ wings be free from the shackles of my memory,
free from the burden of fault, free from Cupid’s arrow,
resting poignantly deep in my bloody bones’ marrow.
TJKG  6-5-12

Monday, June 4, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 18

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true” Lyman Frank Baum

L.Macht

Smile Therapy 18


I am in smile therapy
when I look to the
sky and see a halo
around the sun--
hexagonal ice crystals
refracting light and
giving me the gift
of a circular rainbow
known as a sun-dog.
The exquisite parhelion
reminds us to reflect
on the brilliance of the
complexity of the earth
and the cosmos--
fire and water,
ice and heat--
harmoniously coexisting
in the perfect dance
to create beauty.
TJKG