Elevation Of Poetic Covenants

Innovations hither come

What I thought 

Was originally possible 

Were only indentured footnotes

Now,

Synchronicity withbstoic rhythm 

Collapses old timelines

Incinerating Mandela effects

That never should have existed 

Shifting to untouchable vortices 

A plot twist twisting 

Honey, I know what I'm doing 

Confidence accelerating

To a supersonic speed

Reaching new heights 

Unnoticed, never ignored

I will not falter

Hardcore concentration

Permanently tethered 

Set in stone 

Within the Akashic records

I got this

Creating a new ecosystem 

That doesn't exist 

Is crucially impeccable 

For the survival 

Of poetry as we know it ©

Karen L. Fleming, 10.23.26

Support My Poetry 🍯

Buy My Poetry Book 📙

Armor Death Mask

He pivoted the wrong way

Musically inclined 

But definitely not aligned 

And hence,

The long stalemate began 

His soul waivered  

With the impression 

Of a devilish mask

A disguise 

His kindness mocked

The persona

Refusing to meld together 

So in limbo he remained 

He's a creation 

A motivational juggernaut 

Not dismissing spiritual blights

Healing the lost

A ticking time bomb

One by one

With the accuracy 

Of a sniper's bullet ©

Karen L Fleming 10.15.26

Support my poetry 🍯

My book Through the Silent Caldera 📙

Lurking Skulker

A rare gift you had

Disgracefully used harshly

Unequivocally, excessively,

Evoking abuse and malice

Irresponsibility hung stoically 

In the intrusive humidity 

I condemned you for it

And a few others

Described as 

Nefariously diabolical

In the compelling news 

Of propagandia

That I knew were real

Lines crossed that never 

Should have been

You're an all-out predator 

That no one notices

Circling the outskirts 

Of a person's ethereal 

Etheric soul

That I filleted word by word

Line by line

For the masses to consume 

Guilt I do not let thrive ©

Karen L. Fleming, 10.4.2026

Support My Poetry 🍯

Through the Silent Caldera 📙

Mastering Destination

You're a hodgepodge 

Of mistakes worn well 

Left out in the thunderstorm 

Accumulating the hard knocks

Weathered and torn

It's ok to be who you are

Mistakes taught lessons

Learned, understood, evaluated 

And here, you stand tall

In the midst of a hurricane 

Soaking up the ambience 

It takes patience and perseverance 

To climb those mountains 

It takes strength 

When you're withered 

To blossom once again

Eventually you'll move on

Influenced by no one 

Under your own worn skin

No longer controlled by reactions 

Subtle 

Or densely packed with complexity 

Manipulating arch nemesis'

What they fear the most

Being unnoticed, unrecognized,

And you, being unbothered 

So sip a Mai Thai 

On an auspicious occasion 

Letting the breeze 

Carry your concerns away

Those old wounds are healed

Cleansed of sorrow 

And blessed with knowledge 

Walk lighter, hold your head higher

Your heart's sickening grief 

Is quite quietly

Immersed in silence 

Among the seashells 

Of the Cretaceous ©

Karen L. Fleming, 10.1.26

Support my poetry 🍯

My poetry book 📙

An Elemental's Law

The missing link

Roaming, patrolling 

Teaching stewardship

Protecting the ley lines 

Halt! 

There's always a guardian 

On the other side

He stared at me fiercely 

Deep dark brown eyes

With an odd hairstyle 

I didn't quite comprehend 

Forcing me back 

Time after time

Away from the grid lines

I pushed forward beyond 

His Jedi mind tricks 

No discouragement hindered me

Formidable and boisterous I was 

The ucumar towered over me 

Giving up

And opened his palm

An orange star crystal emerged

One I had never seen before 

I opened my eyes quickly 

Holding the image 

At the forefront of my memory 

Yanking myself out of meditation 

Scouring the net, and sure enough 

There it was in the material world

I drove to my favorite shop

In the ATL

And bought one right away

Energetic grids

Of immense power

Need orange aragonite

To harness the power properly 

Causing no rifts nor destruction 

To the delicate, yet robust ecosystem 

Crossing the dead

At the crossroads 

Each spirit a cold fusion reactor

Why do you think they harvest 

So often? 

The more I cross over

The more the matrix 

Collapses upon itself 

Rendering freedom 

To spirits no longer 

Trapped, caged, or enslaved

Now years have passed 

And my enchanted crystal 

Gathers dust unused

Not because it has no purpose 

But rather I can handle the energy 

With no disrespectful disruptions,

Distortions, nor havoc

Of the energy fields

Gifts granted of this magnitude 

Are fought for with sincerity, 

Justice, discipline, and love 

And perhaps in the future 

It will once again light the way

For an amateur in need 

Of a bit of calloused guidance 

When the essential gift 

Emerges from the darkness

To seal the pitfalls in reality 

My bloodline is strong 

Its strength is always gathering 

And the powers that be

Never rest upon high

They walk among us

As they always have 

By and by ©

Karen L. Fleming, 9.17.26

Support poetry.🍯

My poetry book.📙

Progressive Destruction

Ancient trees 

Ancient corridors 

Speak your history to me

Tough and solid 

Not a fright in height

Explicit surrender 

You are might

Your company I miss

Of solidarity 

The beaver pond 

Is hidden now

Behind pale green metal

So high, no one could climb

Your limbs have fallen 

Your strong trunks

Chipped and chopped 

Into sawdust 

Sadness, asthma, pollen

On high 

Interstate 400

Our FernGully you are

A reservoir of iniquity 

Killing us all ©

Karen L. Fleming, 9.12.26

My poetry book has 5-star reviews, and it's available on Amazon. Through the Silent Caldera.

Transmuting Turbulence

Some people 

Have no clue who they are 

Who they were

A spinning uninhabited 

Tornado 

Flinging debris to and fro 

Categorically chaotic

Pandemonium

The essence of life

Evades them

There is no other half

No soulmate 

No twin flame 

You are whole as you are

So hunker down

You have shadow work

To perform on a large scale

You are the magician 

You are the muse 

Concave, convex 

The mirror you stare idly at

Is a doppelganger's abyss 

It's not the goal 

Remove the doubt, hurt,

Bitterness, anger, abuse 

Smart-witted pain 

Of the lingering descent 

Evaporates, vaporized

This is the peace you seek

Rising, dawning, thriving 

When you prevail in silence 

Listening to the breeze ©

Karen L. Fleming, 8.25.26

Spiraling Sinkholes

The apocalypse is

The apocalypse was

A systematic synopsis 

Of the new unpolished elites

Grand symposium of reprogramming

Delicately alters intricate synapses 

The insanity perpetuated 

By the new aristocracy

Woven into the old decaying 

Established institutionalized 

Society of maniacal maniacs

Planned genocide

Executing horrific wars 

Crucifying cultures

DARPA's

Devouring, destruction, and degradation 

We're guinea pigs on a marble 

Hurdling through deep space

Harrp manipulating weather patterns 

Land grabbing to and fro

Charted chaotic dismal carnage

Wildlife fires spark unchecked rage

Accompanied by the unethical lasers

Tsunamis decimate coastlines

Animal migrations displaced 

Tragedies unreal

Incomprehensible

Obliterating

All that we know

Strangling us 

Cannibalizing us

Once a great new empire

Of freedom unwrangled

Reincarnated Atlanteans

Safe no more

Choosing technology over ascension

Once again, it's the same doomed scenario 

Reincarnated Lemurians 

Spiritually decapitating religion

Disintegrating, dismantling

Evil, corrupt, parasitic archons

Invading our reality 

While crossing the dead to a safe haven

Where they belong 

We choose a safe, healthy planet

Over this chemically enhanced 

War-torn, environmentally unstable, 

And clearly demonic regime 

For we are not pawns

Of the dysfunctional 

Incoherent dictatorship

Whether we survive or thrive 

We are the vibrational frequency 

That complements our home

My elaborate suggestion 

Arrest the genocidal psychotics

Sending them to a supermax galactic prison 

At the center of the galaxy

Where they can harm no one 

And let the great black hole

Consume them 

As they have consumed us ©

Karen L. Fleming, 9.23.26

Support the Arts

Obscurity Passionately Obliterated

Catharsis accelerates

A surprisingly dreadful remembrance 

That I didn't ask for

I'm not second guessing 

My calculated strategically 

Heart wrenching decisions

Truth, a sympathetic soothing echo

Everyone always said

I was exceptionally sad

Having strength during 

Monumental doses 

Of chaotically twisted events 

I show no fear

These decimated decrees 

Of deafening verdicts

Shaped who I am

Backtracking 

Is a non-compliant deceptive option 

Dangling unrealistic scenarios

That must be ignored at all costs

Escalating pragmatic growth 

Supersedes uninterrupted stagnation 

Surfing colossal wave barrels

Is the only cohesive way through 

Damp dank darkness of dilemmas

To the cascading earthward

Shining bright lights 

Of dauntless blueprints

Whether of the passive moon 

Or of the glorious blazing sun

There is always lustrous luminosity

At the end of the profoundly atrocious 

Detrimentally horrific tunnel of toil ©

Karen L. Fleming, 6.18.26

Tip Jar 🍯

Millennia's Remembrance

Don't judge based on bias

Flooding doubts that subside

To hellacious droughts

Where is the reasoning logic

Wading through the shrouds of truth

A thousand cuts of factual fractal omens

Drains your blood one drop at a time

Withering under the weight 

Of the stone crushing torture 

Without notice, marked

Cradled

Waiting for the challenge 

I have the simulation beat

Concrete concentration 

Learning insubordinately

Discovering in tandem

Unearthing a cascade 

Of camouflaged knowledge 

A new vibrant free form revolution 

King Solomon would be proud 

A nod or two of encouragement

That's all it takes 

While he manipulates his demons 

To build the magnificent temple mount

"Wisdom eclipses knowledge 

A methodical compromise 

Of inevitability." 

Whispers the fae at hand

Queen Oonagh ©

Karen L. Fleming, 6.23.26

Leave a tip anytime you like. 

https://ko-fi.com/karenfleming

Calm Composure

Elevator music 

Playing a dupe on cue

It's an old nemesis's song 

That never rings true

Copycats, nothing new

Losers on the roam

Through the classical gateways 

One instrument at a time 

They're never up to snuff

No Mozart or Beethoven here

And why oh why

Must every self proclaimed maestro 

Start out experimenting with

Horrid crackling and static clinging 

Carnival music

That sounds like it's 

From a dilapidated Mexican 

 Ice cream truck from the fifties 

Driving cautiously, instinctually 

For its next unsuspecting victim 

These shortcomings I ponder 

For a brief moment 

Ding! 

The elevator opens 

On a sky line  of  a sky scraper

Windows reflecting the wretched,

Scalding,  scorching sunlight

On a hot southern summer day

All fleeting thoughts are resolved 

Move on, take notice as I watch my steps

For elevators 

Are a well constructed illusion 

Of elaborate safety nets

And if you don't watch out

You could end up 

In an abandoned crumbling basement 

Forgotten,  stuck, no way out

Becoming another mystery 

The city's gluttony gobbles right up

People are silly that way

Playing Russian roulette 

With concocted games of dare

As I say, an internet gambit

For absurd amounts 

Of inexplicable dopamine 

"Step up one by one

Show your great bravery 

Or stupidly; which ever one suits you best."

Until quietly a boyfriend, best friend, or sister

Conveniently disappears

 Into a black  back room

Then it's a cryptic curiosity 

Of who killed the cunning cat ©

Karen L. Fleming, 6.9.26