Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Being of Light

King Kaelin at a mere 7 years young and innocent - filled with light and love as ever - holding onto raw fruit to fill with the sun's infinite energy -  Beautiful being . - so cute and clever!

 Being of Light
 sending out rays of hope - everywhere you glow

Being of Light
 permitting others to shine - whilst you melt grapes into wine

Being of Light
seeing beauty ,..everywhere - as I watch your powesr grow

Being of Light
affording me the strength - owning my power that is divine

Being of Light
touching hearts as you hold  mine - energy is all you know

Being of Light
to lose such powers;; a crime' - NOW is truly, 'your TIME'

Being of Light
lift up earthly Angel wings- gifted bird ; always sings

Being of Light
transform cold day into night' -  Be brilliant,;brave and bright!!!

Katherine Marion


Kaelin stands upon our penthouse rooftop deck, at age 7, filled with highest energies .. of heaven.
I allowed him to be hid own true self. Half purest Pixie and impish Elf
Delicious to watch his innocent play. Delightful to see what his love-sent Actions .. have to say!!!

Grateful for this .. one more divine day,
Special momma K


The Consumer is Consumed

                                     The consumer is ultimately, consumed
                                     His designer duds, one day, exhumed

                                     "Sales on men's shirts," soon, resumed
                                     Consumerist society, has re-communed!

                                     No one stops for a beggar, nowadays
                                     Catch that "Sale" at the Hudson's Bay

                                     Women in the work force, 'bad' as men
                                     Brand name labels cover a skinny wren

                                     Latch-key kids with no heart to hold onto
                                     A little  B&B' feels like a fun thing to do

                                     No male role models lift to try and model
                                     Daddy's a 'deadbeat' for his kid to coddle

                                    Latest gimmick; be newest iind-dulling daze
                                    What happened to sunsets on overcast days?

                                   Why does  material wealth mean so much?
                                   Families .. devalued in a dysfunctional rut

                                   "Money can;'t buy you love," Beatles sing
                                    Just a hell of a lot of distractions - silly thing

                                  " Honor your Mother' and own your self
                                    Nothing of' worth' is found on a store shelf!

=                               Katherine Marion


                                   I mentioned these new lines . of this poem,
                                   to Shaison, a movie Director from India, on 
                                   my facebook chat, this early morn.

                                  He wrote how he liked my words .Thus, to
                                  copyright my original concept .. upon my own
                                  page.Creating.. while worried consumers.. fight
                                  internal rage.

                                  Raw Kat outta that nasty ... cage




Monday, December 16, 2013

It Really is an Upside-Down World

                                    " It really is an upside-down world, ' Alice says
                                      before leaving her slum, to fall into .. the palace

                                     " I do believe my head was becoming so big ..
                                      that i surely felt I would need purchase a  wig."

                                     "How could I not see a hole that led to home ...
                                      rather to waste all those years, fears did intone?"

                                      " What need matter if " our head is put on straight,
                                       when for life to be over, most of us, just can't wait?"


                                      Alice looked into a mirror . . as magical as was she
                                      where upon, seeing a Rabbit, filled with utter glee

                                      " Would you mind to share a pot of roses with me?"
                                       asked the floppy eared creature, sipping hot tea

                                       " I 'd be delighted to sit down, for a wonderful spell,"
                                         responded the little girl, out of her -shocked spell

                                        " We've been awaiting your presence, darling dear,"
                                         assured the sure-footed hare, very loud and clear

                                         " With Tsunami's created from a pebble in Peru,
                                          we are glad the universe sent a curve-ball to you!"

                                          " Sip slowly, for time is not even, of the essence ..
                                            all we request is your timely, eternal presence"

                                            Together, to sit upon the ground's freshest Earth
                                            magically, to utter not a word; with smiles of mirth 

                                            Dropping out of your head; so much merriment ..
                                            For the pas,t may never wonder, where 'time - went!'  

                                           Katherine Marion


                                          The first few lines of this telling .. poem, flew out ..
                                          as i sailed out, on my bike, the other overcast night

                                          Yet, one thing... was as sure as the truth was clear,
                                           lI had to complete the rhyme; under full moon - near

                                           Interesting , how worlds can mesh as one, when allowed
                                           Good thing, to 'play it safe,' my inner child, did never vow!

                                           Special K - every day


Monday, December 9, 2013

What Makes Me Believe I am so Virtuous ...?

                                         What makes me  believe I am so virtuous ...with  food in
                                          my fridge, coziest home, and an old flip-phone?

                                        Gazing  from my double-paneled.,dining room window-
                                        wondering where all of Vancouver's fresh snow., will go?


                                        Intensely aware that i have 2 huge bedrooms and abundant
                                       space .. for life and love.

                                       So what, if my name .. not even be that of  "Mother[, made
                                       over by 'The Ministry;  to be judged  .. as 'mud!'

                                       We have 2 furry Labs to keep me warm, night upon night
                                       of l brutal exile

                                      Sometimes, I'd rather open my doors to bed bugs and
                                      cooties .. than force a broken smile.

                                       Everyone  deserves shelter and safe respite, from
                                       forces of Nature .. intense

                                       I'd settle for Peace, any day ... rather than buy into
                                       this fear-mongering suspense.

                                       Will we awaken from our heated rooms - tomorrow morn, at
                                       un-rumpled best?

                                       Only to trip over..  next neglected body of another brave soul;
                                        whom failed to pass  .. harshest test!

                                      Kathrine Marion


Bless The People on the Street

                                             Bless the people on the street
                                             Children with no food to eat

                                             Bless the people on the street
                                             Baby born without bed or heat

                                             Bless the people on the street
                                             Old one's; eyes sunken .. deep

                                             Bless the people on the street
                                             'Lost,' many; no lovers to meet

                                             Bless the people on the street
                                             Cops won't  even walk this beat

                                             Bless the people on the street
                                             In shadows; poverty to creep

                                             Bless the people on the street
                                             How can 'bed ' be seen as treat?

                                             Bless the people on the street
                                             Shit stinks ..  urine does seep .


                                            Bless the people on the street
                                            Forgotten bodies, lay in a heap

                                            Bless the people on the street
                                            One's .. society: chose 'delete'

                                            Bless the people on the street
                                            " Hunt down a hooker, cheap!"

                                            Bless the people on the street
                                            Heartless "sow what yee reap"


                                            Bless the people on the street
                                            Throw em in a pile; nice and neat

                                            Bless the people on the street
                                            Coins tossed .. by wealthy sheep

                                            Bless the people on the street
                                            Never know whom you may meet

                                            Bless the people on the street
                                            Always look - 'before they leap!'

                                           Katherine Marion