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Thursday, July 16, 2015
Quote of the Extraordinary 11: Annihilating Apartheid
“Racism is taught universally infecting the ignorant like
the black plaque; teaching unconditional love blindly restores humanity to the highest frequency possible.” ©
Karen L. Fleming, 7.15.15, 3:23 p.m. Est.
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
Luna
Perched perfectly
moored
Peers curiously down
Luring revitalizing
tides
Caressing
otherworldly shores
Kismet is always
with you
Forever more. ©
Forever more. ©
Karen L. Fleming, Brilliance Rains
Link to purchase my first book Through the Silent Caldera: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1470058731/
Link to purchase my first book Through the Silent Caldera: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1470058731/
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
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
Composed
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
Imperium
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
Indestructible
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!”
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