Monday, March 17, 2014

Everlasting Serendipity

Poems can start out as simple idea that you've stored away on a hard drive for another day, but since I lived St. Patrick's Day twice this year I thought maybe I would finish a poem today. Here is an idea that I jotted down that became this poem: "Luck is always with you as the sun. Luck is always with you as the moon." Written: 6.1.13, 10:25 Est. p.m.

I honestly thought these words were going to turn into a Quote of the Extraordinary, but quite often I'm wrong about the path my words will choose. My words choose how they want to be written as if they are walking through an overgrown forest carefully one step at a time trying to discover the best way to be displayed upon the sheet of paper; so, I listen very attentively and honor my words as they wish to be written from my fingertips. 

Everlasting Serendipity 

As the sun blazes
Bursting forth colossal
Coronal mass ejections
Sending telegrams
Of galactic gamma rays
Perched perfectly moored
Peers curiously down
Luring revitalizing tides
Caressing otherworldly shores
Kismet is always with you
Forever more. ©

Karen L. Fleming, Brilliance Rains

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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Quaintly Unpretentious Conversations 7: The Demonic Bra

I threw open the bathroom door and started screaming bloody murder for my daughter, “Lillian! Lillian!”

She shouted back at me, “What is it mama? I’m eating.”

I shouted back, “Lily, you get in here right now.”

She ran to the bathroom door and said, “What’s wrong?

I replied completely flustered and aggravated, “Lillian, this bra is definitely not a 40D, it’s got to be either 36 or 38. My boobs have just been murdered by this horrible bra. Oh my God, and it even says 40D. Here, you can have it now, it’s definitely closer to your size.”

She looked at me and said, “Are you sure?”

I said, “Yes, I’m absolutely sure, my boobs felt like they were being tortured.”

So, I wrestled on one of my bras that I knew without a doubt fit me just fine, and I decided to measure the demonic medieval torture device that had crept into my collection; and sure enough it was a 36C. I haven’t wore that size since long before my children were born.

I’m quite sure there are some men out there that thinks this whole episode of my life is just ridiculous, and that’s fine; but I do dare you to buy a pair underwear that grips your balls in a vice before leaving some silly comment that is quite irrelevant. ©

Karen L. Fleming, Written: 8.18.13

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Quaintly Unpretentious Conversations 6: The Banana Soap

Elaine sent me some wonderful soaps and candles from Brazil at the end of last year, and the girls asked me if they could have some; so, I told them, "Yes, you can have one each."

Brianna stomped out of the bathroom soaking wet, dripping water all over the hardwood floors.  She leaned abruptly onto the evil black couch of endless laundry and in a huff with extreme discontent she said, "Mom, I'm out of my banana soap."

I looked at her and said, "Honey, just use the other soap."

She stared at me in disbelief raising her voice just a bit and said, "No!"

I replied a bit shocked, "Brianna what in the world do you expect me to do? Get on a plane and go to Brazil just to get you some banana soap?"

She looked at me very seriously and said, "Yes!"

She then turned to her right and marched directly back into my bathroom and slammed the door.

Now most people would think Brianna was being a bit bratty, but as soon as I heard the door slam shut I started laughing hysterically.

It’s quite obvious to me now, I gave birth to two little princesses that expect the best at all times; and honestly, to expect less in a person’s life is simply absurd unless of course that’s what a person truly wants. ;) © 

Karen L. Fleming

Originally written: 3:45 p.m. Est., 1.21.13

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Synthesize Our Axiom

Before you, the reader, whomever you may be reads this poetry, I just want to make it absolutely clear this was a rough draft, and it will be transformed at a later date when I begin editing my book. 

Many blessings to you all.

Synthesize Our Axiom

Truth descends
On deaf ears at times
I could have screamed
Bloody murder
In your awaiting ear drums
And still somehow
You wouldn’t have heard me
It seems
Your notions of reality
Sway so far from mine
Holding on for years
At a time I have
You thought
All burdens rested
Solely on your shoulders
Alone; hence,
Yet, wrong again you are
Those chess pieces
Clumsily you arrange
Kings and Queens

My heart shattered
Evoking a tidal wave
Of cosmic gamma rays
Heard throughout
The infinite multiverse
A trusted ambassador
Informed me
When she visited
Tears fell as oceans
Even in densest dominions

A useless commerce of destruction
This symphony
You allege to know so well
Was composed as a union
Within in the confines
Of love’s pure embrace
Never to be shaken
And incomprehensible
To anyone beyond
Infinity’s perfected
Geometric configuration
From the very moment
The first universe
Gasped for the new brewed oxygen
We were and always have been ©

Karen L. Fleming, Brilliance Rains 

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Sunday, July 7, 2013

Quaintly Unpretentious Conversations 5: Our Hippy Cashier

Our favorite trips to any store is always late at night, we use to love going out in the early morning before the world’s economies collapsed just to shop in the peace and quiet without all the hustle and bustle. My most cherished time of course was always during the holiday season when I knew everyone else in the world was asleep and too tired to get up out of their beds. Now, we have to venture out right before the stores close because it seems like the whole world is now on a permanent curfew of midnight.

Our latest escapade to Walmart was to buy Brianna some more clothes since she seems to be growing in inches these days. Last year, Brianna grew four inches overnight and out grew all of her clothes including her shoes. I was a bit shocked when she came upstairs because she looked so different, so I decided the best thing to do was to measure her and sure enough she had grown leaps and bounds while she was sleeping. I said very awestruck, “Brianna, you keep growing like this and you’re going to be taller than me by next Christmas.”

Brianna just gave me a very understanding smile as she always does and a big hug.

We were standing patiently in line waiting to check out, when suddenly Lego House started playing on the television. I replied, “I can’t stand this song, it’s so damn depressing. Who in the world wants to be depressed for goodness sakes?”

Our cashier, which was in fact a reincarnated hippy from the sixties looked at me in desperation and said, “You have no idea. They keep playing it over and over.”

I looked at him with utter sympathy and said, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry that must be awful.”

He gave me a huge grin anyway and started checking us out, as if somehow the girls and I had made his day a bit better by acknowledging his musical hell.

I looked passed our cashier who had long light brown hair falling down his back in beautiful gracefully elegant curls, absolutely gorgeous teeth, and was quite handsomely tall and I said in pure excitement, “Oh my God, they have Star Trek and The Hobbit Pezs! I want them!”

He looked up from checking us out and started laughing, “So you like The Hobbit and Star Trek?”

I replied with a huge grin and laughing a bit, “Yes, I do. You should hear what Lily said about William Shatner.”

He gave us another gorgeous grin and I preceded to tell him of Lily’s comical perception of Mr. William Shatner aka James T. Kirk.

I pointed at Lily laughing at bit and said to him, “This is Lily. Do you remember when Weird or What was on Syfy?”

He smiled and nodded his head.

“She ran up the stairs and said, ‘Mom, have you seen the commercials for Weird or What? Are you recording it on the dvdr?’”

I replied calmly while I was working, “Yes. Why?"

Lily replied very ecstatically, “Mom, I think William Shatner is very crazy, weird, and funny. How old is he? He’s like forty right?”

I started laughing hysterically and I said, “No, he’s like eighty-three years old.”

She looked at me completely shocked by what I had just said then replied, “Are you sure?”

I stated with a large smile on my face, “Lillian, I grew up watching William Shatner on television when he was on Star Trek and he played James T. Kirk. I was in love with both him and Dr. Spock, everyone was. Come here and I’ll show you some pictures.”

Lillian couldn’t quite believe her eyes when I showed her a picture of William Shatner from the sixties.

The cashier was laughing and said, “Yeah, they’re both really old now. I never watched Star Trek that much.”

I could sense he was talking about Star Trek: The Next Generation because he was so young, and I said, “I grew up watching the original Star Trek.”

He looked at me with in complete astonishment as if I had just knocked the wind right out of him and said, “Wow!” 

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Quaintly Unpretentious Conversations 4: The Predator Sound

I walked outside onto my back porch to water my basil plant and oh what did I hear, but the sound of a Predator just like from my favorite movies. I thought, "Well, that definitely doesn't sound like a frog or locust, and I'm not planning on being murdered by a semi-evil alien tonight." so back inside I went.

I told my oldest daughter, Lily, and she laughed at me for a moment, but then she said with quite a straight and serious face, "I never look outside at night because I think there will be a creature staring right back at me. Why do you think I have such a heavy curtain hanging up in my room?"

Sunday, June 9, 2013

A Legacy’s Voraciousness

My birthright
Sought me rampantly
With the malignancy
Of the cursed black plague
Screeching as loudly a banshee
Blessed by four
Magnificently consecrated ravens
Under a tempestuously mystical
Monsoon’s protection
Flying mercurially in circular paths
Slightly above my house
Leaving my ablaze noumenon
Withered and maimed
As if I had been laid
Upon the Tower of London’s rack
Lacerated bit by bit
Drenched in putrefied blood
For there is no music
Upon this imprisoned Earth
That can convey this sickness
Consuming me
From our Akashic Records veracity
Oh my love,
How you have proliferated
Treachery throughout the ages
Oh lover,
How doomed you are!

For I shall shine brighter
Than a thousand suns
And when I’m done with you
Nothing shall remain
Of your petty cowardliness
That led a rebellion
Of lethiferous vengeance
To satisfy the bloodlust
Of an inexcusable maliciousness
But scorched volcanic ash
Through my vigilant paladin hands ©

Karen L. Fleming, Bound By Passion

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