Category: Something altogether different

Airport

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Checked in and

reading my newest, favorite book

It’s like carving a block,

which I also find pleasurable.

Sculpting, extracting the plot page by page

I chip away through to Chapter 3

It Ends With Us

I want to savor it, pass the time with

My indulgence of this

Bloody Mary: it’s really the olives and celery, healthy tomato spicy-salted vibes, soaked with Cutwater vodka,

Lemon and lime:

a wino’s salad.

But there is a legacy here, a history: Ballast Point

They created this Cutwater vodka

I used their bathroom last week!

another story for another poem. very regional.

Gelato store didn’t have a loo.

This was my introduction.

But I digress from here, as I’m about to fly.

I’m reading

about the cute, homeless man-teenager

that the protagonist

Takes Pity on, and herself so young, she

lusts.

Maybe it’s the curiosity and the mystery

Surrounding the circumstances

people find themselves in.

Him, a high school senior, homeless.

the boy with the husky-blue eyes,

worthy of being in a book.

She, an observer…

In the distance, I see

planes taxi in while others taxi to runway

I share the bar with other travelers,

Other Bloody Marys, and Espresso Martini twins. 2 sets. That’s 4 Espresso Martinis on the bar block.

It’s how people inspire one another. Get an idea,

and Relax.

A woman with a 5 year old

lost her ID and they wanted her to come in

4 hours early.

Patience for a 5 year old, is cultivated..

not natural.

There’s a code with travelers,

It’s unspoken.

But we do speak.

Our words carry more when we know—

“I will never see you again”

It’s the edge we are living on,

Like the seats.

As I brace my hip on the stool,

Protecting my back,

wanting to be more able to travel to exotic

locales in the future, like I once did.

Cuba. Was a surprise, but I’m so far from

that now. From Castro, from my 20s. From contemplating

Afghanistan. What a mess.

Los Angeles is my destination; and I know

Why it’s the City of Angles now…

Because it waits for us to fall.

An urban jungle of scavengers tangled with celebrity, sneaky seagulls, and azure sky.

This is where

The Homeless and the Home-Excessive

“Co-exist.”

There’s another plot here,

if you imagine it,

Taking off like a plane…

It eventually swims with the clouds,

glares with the mist of the light and sun.

If you have the window seat,

Which I do not.

It’s a short flight, and I have my book.

Books create worlds within worlds

We are both “here and there.” Mind’s resplendent, transcendent ability

to shift into multi-dimensional drive

at any time. No road or signals needed.

Airports are bustling cities, built for serendipity, for the observations of passers by

from the stationary. A contrast of moves and stays.

This is why airports are filled with both amusement,

and potential,

fleeting frustrations and happenstance.

Sleepers and baggage wheels,

Silence and suffering children.

A unique slice of humanity is the

Airport experience.

Boredom and Business mix.

Electronics and mindfulness, stretching, running.

Just get there on time.

Mechanic

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Sometimes I feel like a mechanic

for random things.

Ever attentive to the function,

movement of

Devices, finding out how you, or ‘that thing’ works

Observant and experimental

I shake only gently if I must

Powering on and off is easy for my handle

I do it with my identity all the time

There’s not much I’m attached to in a sticky way

I’m sort of “wait and see” and allow and watch.

I ask “what small thing can I do to encourage?”

Using the trimtab of Buckminster Fuller

I make a little tweak to this thought or that thought. I say a sentence on a page, or I give my orchid a trickle of water.

Never overwhelm her.

I shimmy the device without breaking it, bringing gentle energy into my palms

and letting it flow.

Dear broken things,

Let me be your whisperer

I can hear you when you talk in silent digital

data.

I know how to pulse you, and when to push and grind, like my vitamix I work with raw matter

tasting along the way.

Mechanics don’t taste, 👅 doctors used to.

But we can smell a leak and test if it’s water or something worse.

We know how to patch things up, and reboot computers. We understand simple pulleys and levers.

We invented the wheel.

Poem 30, Day 30

On By Ka Malana - Fiestaestrellas.comIn Abundant Earth, Astrology, Creative Writing, Pluto, Something altogether different, Transformation23 Comments

As our world crumbles we

Must each take a stand

Strengthen our relationships

Build our reserves,

and lovingly band.

.

We are not alone if we find

And honor each other

So many of us in the face of these

extreme world changes,

including the weather

.

we just want peace together

.

What can we blame:

politicians, voters?

The messed up matrix

of the world stage deceivers?

Ruling oligarchs creating fear

and subjugation believers?

anarchists and nihilists

what is now an extremist?

misinformation, misdirection, missing

the shared purpose around what means

freedom.

.

Is it the new scenery

that Spaceship earth is

transiting?

A cosmic bad neighborhood

with bad vibes disastering?

.

I suggest this is part of our evolution.

This is a painful experience of dissolution.

The chaos before the clarity, the dusking before the dawning. But I don’t like it!

.

I suggest we don’t blame our hearts. I suggest we make peace with ourselves from the start.

I suggest we honor what’s thriving within us.

We turn our attention to our own dominion.

We strive for inner balance and communion.

.

The greatest defiance now is to fixate on, and to promote hope. While also maintaining the awareness of scope. What we believe matters, if not our energy will indeed fall a-scatter.

To see with clear eyes and to cling to what is right, loyal, true and what matters.

.

Keep your pulse on what makes you able to continue…get up, go on,

decide to thrive!

I didn’t plan on ending with such intensity. The muse took me here. The poem dissolved at times, too. The guidance for me is clear. I honor the muse and muses which helped me get 30 poems in/out this month—one poem per day.

Now there’s a processing moment, maybe many moments. Too soon to tell.

Write your hearts out. Write from you as you. No matter what you have to say, you are expressing in your own way. A poem is a kind vessel. The gentlest gift to give oneself. I am grateful for the ability to lift my own weight to share my heart, and all the further magick that shifts me into a new being, as I explore through my journey with life, while sharing the inspirations along the way.

Thank YOU for being here!

Poem 29, Day 29

On By Ka Malana - Fiestaestrellas.comIn Abundant Earth, Astrology, Creative Writing, Something altogether different, Transformation29 Comments

white feathery wings

Circle around above me

as I lift the last vestiges of

this recent tiredness storm

Invigorated by some

extra clearing required and

the work done around it

starting to sparkle now.

released a lot of

past life dross, broken dreams

and abrupt endings

met in stampede to realize

now that being “seen”

is okay, and even better living

free, unlocking another level

not being crumpled by hoards

overcoming my nothingness

Moving now with restoration

Slow and steady with

Gathering strength, my pancaked form

upright and three-dimensional

waiting on that next rotational

Spiral up the Mountain View

To see above it

And find ever-more that something new.

I cannot believe I made it this far! I thought I would sputter out at 3 poems in and then be spotty the whole way through. The heavy lifting really started to come for me at the last 5 day mark. I think the prospects of actually accomplishing my goal without a whole lot of struggle was blowing my mind too much, so that part of me that needed to raise its own new bar, came in and faced some fears and moved through them. Life is like that. It’s really about unlocking new levels. Tomorrow is my last day for daily poems. I have mixed feelings about that, but I’m running with it, accepting the mixed feelings and being kind to myself.

Poem 26, Day 26

On By Ka Malana - Fiestaestrellas.comIn Astrology, Creative Writing, Meditation, Something altogether different, Yoga - Whatever I need type7 Comments

feather flows

on water’s tread

the texture of ripples

from ducks’ swimming

maneuvers

.

the moss on the bank

with another layer of

fine hairs ascending up

beyond its ground cover,

velvety-rich and green

.

damp soil from

morning rain

the kind of rain that

eases the mind’s response

to a new

day

and suggests rainboots

.

once more a cuddle delays

putting on the lights,

opening smooth curtains,

and revealing the misted vistas

beyond window’s inside light reflection

softening and aglow

.

steep the tea in a kettle

for longer,

saturating, steaming

then tasting a

rendering of flowers

on an untouched palate,

.

thus begins the day.

Poem 24, Day 24

On By Ka Malana - Fiestaestrellas.comIn Abundant Earth, Astrology, Creative Writing, Something altogether different, Transformation8 Comments

Her hands

are little five-pointed stars

that used to fit 5 of them

in my

ONE hand

.

Her fingers,

would curl

around my finger

.

First by reflex

and now, even still

nearly 5 years later,

a little squeeze.

.

Every star ⭐️ would wish

to be the twinkle in her eyes,

the raised corners of

her mouth like red

curtains pulled open for

stage performance,

.

her smile corners

tied in little golden

boughs of excitement

when she makes a silly

joke,

.

understanding irony

beyond her years,

beyond time-limits.

.

She recites from her

memory, so vivid and

sparkling,

.

a crystal clear starfish memory

suctioning to knowledge

understanding,

and application.

.

Her Kee Ma Jaseh

developing into

deeper knee bends,

receiving high 5’s,

counting down from 5,

counting to 100,

5-Times

mathing, reading, sighting,

singing

.

cartwheels 🤸

another star ⭐️

5 points,

1 head, 2 legs, and 2 arms.

.

This star will never be alone,

shining on her friends.

with karate developing

in her hands,

her heart:

.

And with an Open, Golden, Bright mind.

⭐️🤸✋🏻💗🧠🧐💪🤸⭐️

Poem 21 Day 21

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I am

Surrendering to

Rosewater and saffron

apples

while quaffing baby blue

and pink skies

white puffy clouds growing

with squinted eyes

Twinking and winkling

in the hues of rue

The fields of sun’s love

Satisfies my desire to run

With arms wide out

A breezy fun,

to run about,

To slow then roam

My nervous system at home

The sense of peace collecting

In degrees of openness softening

laying in soft Corsican mint grass

arms and legs out like a star ⭐️

Surrendering to

Eternity

Poem 18 Day 18

On By Ka Malana - Fiestaestrellas.comIn Abundant Earth, Astrology, Creatrix, Mercury, Something altogether different, Transformation24 Comments

Breathe me in

This life is so rich like

complex chocolate

hits every level of your tongue

your being

maybe a hint of cayenne sparks

some extra moistening

an extra crunch of raw cacao

connecting with a touch of

mocha, the espresso bean

swishing in with rose notes

and finishing with mild

orange hints

All this but with your breath

On your tongue

Your awareness piqued

Breath, mixing with ocean

and sand,

Opening the senses to the mist

That yields a light

breeze on the temples

centering to the satisfied being

collecting energy

into the center.

Being present.

*this poem is dedicated to a mother of a friend who had suddenly recently passed away during our recently solar eclipse, she was unwell, but had bounced back before. This is a deeply spiritual woman who has left a legacy of love.

Poem 17 Day 17

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Hold my hand
To make the sun shine
Bring the grip
We can’t resist
This life requires
Both hands
Most times
We have to read between the lines
And do that while
We are signing on the dotted line
Can’t think
Can’t speak
Close your eyes to summon the deep
Find the right choice,
Right action
Bind to the motive for
assuming best transaction
I’m filing myself
Away for you
Making meeting notes
And memories to prove
We have the reserves
We need to
experience the love
Our heart deserves
As we sweat and swear
Bring out tears and share
Open and close books
With great care,
Addressing the most sacred of all
Our fare: this space
This touch
This supermost lust
To love the moment that we live
To be in the best place to
Forgive

Poem 16 Day 16

On By Ka Malana - Fiestaestrellas.comIn Abundant Earth, Astrology, Chiron, Creative Writing, Mercury, Short Fiction, Something altogether different, Yoga - Whatever I need type10 Comments

The fairy

brought the gnome

into her home

at the base of the tree

she took him to her breakfast nook

And there she opened up a big book

A page from, “The Love of Thee”

Therein a poem about a memory

from when she met a butterfly who

Had woken her up ever so gently

as she slept inside a shoe

It landed on her nose out of the blue

thinking her nose

was a rose

Thus began their friendship

Her fairy self with a butterfly

who liked catnip

She was no ordinary butterfly

Absolutely, she would fly too high!

And dip so low

She played with her shadow like

An echo.

Poem 15 Day 15

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The portal opens

To a world with tangled branches

Alive and gnarled, character-filled

some would say.

The little man runs and skips

even does back-flips as he dances

And acrobats his way to the bottom of a tree.

At the tree’s bottom a single golden ring lay

it shines so bright he covers his eyes

But the ring is a fairy in disguise

She was at tree’s bottom, root home

In the kitchen when she heard some

Polecats munching

And snickering

She came out to see what is the ruckus

When the little man was among us

And too close a call,

She rolled herself into a tiny, golden ball

That collapsed in the center

She’s lucky she didn’t get a splinter.

She moved so fast and

Sure, he did fall, as he ran toward her

He skidded to a halt

Not knowing what the light was about

He began to shout!

“Ahhh! Unseen realms do not pout!

Show me what you are all about.”

Like that she poofed out of a golden ring

And into a fairy again.

Soon she discovered this man is

Her friend.

She and he

danced around the tree’s roots,

went into the garden

and dug up some chutes

They opened the door to the fairy home

and she said, “Well this place is also good for you, Mr Gnome.”

So “Come on in,

and I’ll write you a poem.”

Poem 11 Day 11

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Receiving the gift

Of waking

Sun rising upon the day

The enchantments of nights still

Linger

The ornaments of dream

slowly fade

My warmth grows from my core

with hope and adoration

But mostly gratitude

For so much suffering averted

For so much pain, already healed

My prayers are always answered

Not in my time, nor in

The specific request

But in the earnestness that flows my heart

and knows my hands

And lives in me

Giving me more insight and awareness day by day

Today, another chance to grow

in awareness,

Another day to see what is already here.

Grateful for this ordinary magic

Too easily missed

Too easily taken for granted

Today another day to mold, carve, and influence my world

With passion, with heart, and with grace

Poem 9 Day 9

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From her kitchen window

we watched the wind

Animate a wind sock

That told us when

It would rain

The kitchen door had a special

sound when it closed,

it sounded like a

bell, a jingle.

Because she cleverly

rigged it up.

Hot espresso on a cold winter

day, with honeyed spoons

spinning and twirling

My chair next to the radiator,

and the tomato sauce on my

plate ready for scooping

with warm bread.

Poem 4 day 4

On By Ka Malana - Fiestaestrellas.comIn Astrology, Creative Writing, Creatrix, Mercury, Something altogether different, Transformation23 Comments

What does it mean

to ask?

For more time,

more presence

being held when sad

Can you please

hold a space for me?

In your heart

while I am struggling?

Can you please

offer your support while

I am trying to make a living?

What about him and her

who have no home?

what about that life inside them?

Do you really believe they did

not try?

to ask, to find a way,

to be listened to?

They say a friend in need is

A friend indeed,

but I see a lot of

loneliness,

a lot are penniless.

Having no pennies is not as

bad as having no home,

no belonging dwelling

How do we ask for help,

when even if we get the courage

~which is hard enough~

no one hears

and no one sees?

They remain unstirred

while we beg on our knees

mental illness on the rise

the genetic framework is the disguise

our society needs

a community

our economy needs

more unity.

How can we become a better people?

How can we ask: Collective please 🙏🏼

Please bring us sanity, compassion, and humanity?

🙏🏼💛

Will you join to support me?