Category Archives: Poems

Karima’s works.

The Swamp House

This is a little different for me…not a machinima, but just a spoken word YouTube and a little mood I created with an original Garage Band piece I put together and the poem it inspired. The sign “The Swamp House” … Continue reading

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The Last Leaf

The Last Leaf It’s not for fear of falling that I cling, in the cold autumn rain, the pin-prick wind. It’s not for the drop that I know will be graceful, the floating, and sashaying gently down. To land once … Continue reading

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When I Fall Asleep…

When I Fall Asleep… When I fall asleep, I don’t remember my dreams of better days: The ones of my youth when hope was sewn into my chest with steel threads, When I believed all the shades of grey, that … Continue reading

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Even a Vampire Has a Heart…Sometimes

(In The Spirit of Halloween)🙂 Even a vampire has a heart… sometimes. We don’t need to drain Every cat in the woods… Now and then we take them in and make them pets, and yes…put silly hats on them for … Continue reading

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The Library Has Come Undone

The Library Has Come Undone So many words about tears, about awe, about love, I named each grouping, calling them poems. Yet today, some poems and their words are lost in a mind of too much time.. so many fragmented … Continue reading

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Waiting To Be Seen

Here is another older one from 2008 Waiting To Be Seen ********************************* Leaf of the red rose passed over and stripped down, to force the blooming crimson glory in the crystal vase, her tight fit gown. I stared deeply at … Continue reading

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At The Cemetery

Here is one from 2007..even though it’s older, it’s mine:) At The Cemetery Little dark-skinned urchin in barefoot glee

 finds a small cool ceramic floor

 to execute her soft tap dance.

 A raggedy undressed doll, swings from her hand

 as … Continue reading

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