tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62546608089183198882026-10-27T08:18:23.093-07:00Poetic OsmosisIt is a metaphysical poetry sanctuary where emotion becomes alchemy. Each piece drifts like energy through a membrane — slipping from the inner world into the reader’s bloodstream. Cosmic symbolism and Southern‑Gothic mystique shapes my body of work that feeling ancient while transcendence. Karen L. Fleminghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957790862285959102noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254660808918319888.post-21450595086899821012026-10-23T21:15:40.763-07:002026-10-23T21:15:42.261-07:00Elevation Of Poetic CovenantsInnovations hither come<div>What I thought </div><div>Was originally possible </div><div>Were only indentured footnotes</div><div>Now,</div><div>Synchronicity withbstoic rhythm </div><div>Collapses old timelines</div><div>Incinerating Mandela effects</div><div>That never should have existed </div><div>Shifting to untouchable vortices </div><div>A plot twist twisting </div><div>Honey, I know what I'm doing </div><div>Confidence accelerating</div><div>To a supersonic speed</div><div>Reaching new heights </div><div>Unnoticed, never ignored</div><div>I will not falter</div><div>Hardcore concentration</div><div>Permanently tethered </div><div>Set in stone </div><div>Within the Akashic records</div><div>I got this</div><div>Creating a new ecosystem </div><div>That doesn't exist </div><div>Is crucially impeccable </div><div>For the survival </div><div>Of poetry as we know it ©</div><div><br></div><div>Karen L. Fleming, 10.23.26</div><div><br></div><div><span><img height="457.0" src="https://lh7-rt.googleusercontent.com/docsz/AD_4nXcLU4gmQG9jiwi7pSOGY27b2hctgFmT5GOotXgTd2YwYrM4Cpw2Q6OqzKrq9z5CfUp4whWCO5Ouzwcn9ZEvhRVHzhNBzNhmWRHJQx0FTWKnzbK2O-qlqodWYFuAbDF7FlPIJ5gm7aU=s2048?key=quTxtJtmGveYOLKlMyPrmw" width="341.0"></span></div><div><span><br></span></div><div><a href="https://ko-fi.com/karenfleming">Support My Poetry</a> 🍯<br></div><div><br></div><div><a href="https://a.co/d/09Oh8Shz">Buy My Poetry Book</a> 📙<br></div>Karen L. Fleminghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957790862285959102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254660808918319888.post-27961745665536847612026-10-17T17:23:03.325-07:002026-10-17T17:23:04.999-07:00Armor Death MaskHe pivoted the wrong way<div>Musically inclined </div><div>But definitely not aligned </div><div>And hence,</div><div>The long stalemate began </div><div>His soul waivered </div><div>With the impression </div><div>Of a devilish mask</div><div>A disguise </div><div>His kindness mocked</div><div>The persona</div><div>Refusing to meld together </div><div>So in limbo he remained </div><div>He's a creation </div><div>A motivational juggernaut </div><div>Not dismissing spiritual blights</div><div>Healing the lost</div><div>A ticking time bomb</div><div>One by one</div><div>With the accuracy </div><div>Of a sniper's bullet ©</div><div><br></div><div>Karen L Fleming 10.15.26</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><br><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Karen L. Fleminghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957790862285959102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254660808918319888.post-76330207313192957232026-05-18T21:21:05.000-07:002026-05-18T21:23:17.246-07:00Scorched ChrysanthemumDon't misconstrue me <div>Under the crescent moon</div><div>Clinging desperately to Venus' orbit</div><div>You contrived an elaborate scheme </div><div>That has no super glue binding it together</div><div>Without a fair warning </div><div>You burned a fire bright</div><div>Beyond repair</div><div>And there he stands</div><div>Within the burnt out pyre </div><div>Of apartment 119</div><div>You stole his identity </div><div>It's right there on the app</div><div>While he slept peacefully </div><div>So don't give me </div><div>You're murderous creeper vibe</div><div>It doesn't phase me one bit</div><div>Your face has been catalogued,</div><div>Identified, and scrutinized</div><div>And your savoir faire is destroyed </div><div>So, turn yourself in</div><div>Bleeding karma is rampantly coming</div><div>With a F5 tornado of guilt</div><div>Throwing you on a medieval rack</div><div>And stretching those arms</div><div>And legs until bones have dislocated </div><div>And broken bit by bit</div><div>How much time </div><div>Do you really think you have?</div><div>He's standing right beside you</div><div>Eyes ablaze and anger brewing </div><div>Hurry now, </div><div>Before the dimensional shifts</div><div>Your consequences could accumulate </div><div>While Nero lounges comfortably</div><div>On his sacrificial thrown</div><div>Watching you burn with glee</div><div>In the gladiators coliseum</div><div>of death of glees ©</div><div><br></div><div>Karen L. Fleming, 5.18.26</div><div><div>
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Fleminghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957790862285959102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254660808918319888.post-75841329304595347272026-05-13T22:31:35.000-07:002026-05-13T22:44:41.160-07:00Ellison's PolarisA world untouched <div>Waiting to be pillaged</div><div>This is where the old gods </div><div>Took their form on a microscopic level</div><div>Growing and changing until</div><div>Omnipresence became a constant </div><div>Their appearance was translucent </div><div>And their shape </div><div>Had evolved from an amoeba </div><div>To a rather tall jellyfish in height</div><div>Without the bothersome tentacles </div><div>Their voices were deep and intrusive </div><div>They retreated from the oceans </div><div>To the far mountains of the North</div><div>Where the deep and incredibly high</div><div>Waterfalls fell always into</div><div>Luxurious crystal clear aquamarine pools</div><div>Where they gathered for Congress </div><div>The ancient ones let the planet evolve </div><div>Rarely acknowledging their worshippers</div><div>But occasionally one person </div><div>Would stand out demanding </div><div>Their undivided attention </div><div>And Ellison, </div><div>Was one of those immaculate beings</div><div>Her plight was a sin against the great ones</div><div>For her father was a priest of his clan</div><div>His betrayal was a direct result </div><div>Of a commandment ordained </div><div><br></div><div>As she steadied herself</div><div>In the dense tree canopy </div><div>Her skin began to glimmer </div><div>Becoming translucent</div><div>Like the gods of old</div><div>She stared in wonderment </div><div>At the new gift bestowed upon her</div><div>With great reverence and gratitude </div><div>She waited until the darkness</div><div>Devoured every inch </div><div>Of the humid forest </div><div>Very slowly she climbed down</div><div>Damp grass squished beneath</div><div>Her feet and between her toes </div><div>Her journey North had begun </div><div><br></div><div>Over time she realized </div><div>The old ones have given </div><div>Her unimaginable strength </div><div>Her height and size had grown</div><div>She was much stronger</div><div>Than any male werewolf</div><div>She could casually destroy them all</div><div>One by one, taking her time</div><div>If she chose, but cruelty didn't beat</div><div>Within her lonesome heart</div><div>For she had found her</div><div>Lover amongst the wreckage </div><div>Tall, handsome, and kind</div><div>He was a lumberjack </div><div>That sometimes worked </div><div>At a construction store</div><div>Helping the local hillbillies </div><div><br></div><div>Rumors began to swirl </div><div>Through the rebellious community </div><div>That indeed Ellison and her twins</div><div>Had survived somehow</div><div>For when the forest floor was searched </div><div>Her remains were never found</div><div>And her assailant was viciously hunted</div><div>And ripped to pieces </div><div>By the sharp fangs and claws</div><div>Of the archaic clan</div><div>Ellison knew her time was limited </div><div>Before every werewolf discovered her</div><div>So she trekked through the thick snow drifts</div><div>To the council of the gods </div><div>Her visit was a brief distraction </div><div>From the chaos waiting to ensue</div><div>The gods agreed</div><div>To briefly erase her family's memories </div><div>Keeping them safe perpetually</div><div>In a false world </div><div>Until balance and safety </div><div>Could be restored</div><div>Her family now thought</div><div>She had died years ago</div><div>In a horrific car accident </div><div><br></div><div>Years had passed </div><div>And Ellison watched with great curiosity </div><div>As her children slowly grew strong,</div><div>High-spirited, full of laughter </div><div>And rare unbridled happiness </div><div>That she never knew</div><div>She missed them so dearly </div><div>Her heart ached with physical pain</div><div>Often she crept high in the rafters </div><div>Guarding her children and husband</div><div>Keeping them safe from impending doom</div><div><br></div><div>Christmas had arrived </div><div>And even the werewolves were jolly</div><div>And full of hope for the winter solstice</div><div>Decorating the giant warehouse </div><div>Which resembled a Home Depot </div><div>With an exceptionally cheerful color pallette</div><div>For season's greetings</div><div>There was a large inflatable snow globe</div><div>Which gave the children</div><div>Delightful joy of Christmas cheer </div><div>And a giant Douglas fir tree </div><div>Decorated with playful ornaments </div><div>Sealed atop the tree was a full moon </div><div>With a star within</div><div><br></div><div>Eight long years of surviving </div><div>Without her family, it had taken its toll</div><div>Occasionally, Ellison on purpose </div><div>Made noise and flung products </div><div>From the rafters</div><div>To let her family know she was there</div><div>And although, the werewolves working below </div><div>Couldn't see her causing trouble </div><div>They all knew something was amiss </div><div>Their ears perked up while their eyes </div><div>Grew sharper and glowed a deep crimson </div><div>One by one they went up</div><div>The industrial metal shelving of the store</div><div>Began shaking with all the weight </div><div>Crawling on all fours trying to find</div><div>The foreign intruder </div><div>Disturbing their festive atmosphere </div><div><br></div><div>Ellison continued to evade, elude,</div><div>Staying consistently cloaked</div><div>Each snarling wolf that came her way</div><div>Construction tools, products, and equipment </div><div>Of all kinds </div><div>Continually flew off the shelves </div><div>She rested a while, exhausted and frustrated </div><div>The time had come for war</div><div>To save her family </div><div>She so desperately missed, needed, and loved</div><div>She must destroy any wolf</div><div>That threatened her peace and </div><div>Her family's freedom </div><div><br></div><div>The werewolves were confused </div><div>And quite baffled as to why</div><div>This intruder remain elusive </div><div>This had never happened in their history </div><div>Only vague folktales hinted at such</div><div>A complicated annoyance</div><div>The gods must be consulted </div><div>After a few short nights </div><div>They came back to their store</div><div>Bigger than ever</div><div>The gods had granted them </div><div>Powers to defeat their enemy </div><div>They fought Ellison constantly for days</div><div>Yet no fangs nor claws</div><div>Could touch her, it was a struggle </div><div>They didn't anticipate nor understand </div><div>Suddenly she jumped down from the rafters</div><div>Gathering her husband and children </div><div>Ushering them quickly to his truck</div><div>An old red fifties clunker</div><div>Awaking from a long slumber </div><div>Her husband and children instantly recognized her</div><div>They were almost free</div><div>When the rushing of water filled their ears</div><div>The immense dam holding back a river</div><div>Larger than the Missouri had broken </div><div>Ellison put the truck into gear and sped off</div><div>As fast as she could</div><div>Water broke through a vast</div><div>Cinder block wall</div><div>Flooding the store and street </div><div>All of the other werewolves </div><div>We're drown, slaughtered, and pulverized </div><div>In that catastrophic moment </div><div>Ellison and her family </div><div>Escaped in the nick of time </div><div><br></div><div>I stood overlooking </div><div>The immense destruction </div><div>I had been summoned consistently </div><div>To tell their unspoken stories</div><div>Of another decrepitly.forgotten realm</div><div><br></div><div>An ancient god stood by my side</div><div>Asking me one question, </div><div>"Will we win this war we’ve started?"</div><div>Without hesitation, prevailing no expression</div><div>I answered confidently and 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</div><br></div><div><br></div>Karen L. Fleminghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957790862285959102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254660808918319888.post-67498873757520051782026-03-01T01:11:58.629-08:002026-03-01T01:12:03.299-08:00Essence of Essential CategorizationConvergence <div>Takes my breath away</div><div>Stolen, transformed, transported</div><div>To my true home again</div><div>I see</div><div>I know who I am</div><div>Thriving, reviving, understanding </div><div>Driving steadily in one dimension </div><div>Focus, slowing the acceleration </div><div>Thankful I'm on my exit home</div><div><br></div><div>Higher elevations among </div><div>A shifting quantum field</div><div>Our mothership lands </div><div>Upon the largest obelisk </div><div>I've ever witnessed </div><div>Four shafts open </div><div>And I exit to my residence </div><div>Only to witness I look completely different </div><div>"This is your home, this is where you are from."</div><div>She reminds me gently </div><div>This didn't strike me as odd nor uncomfortable </div><div>The body swapping while I'm awake </div><div>It's almost paralyzing, definitely life defining</div><div>It's a duty that calls upon me</div><div>When I least expect it</div><div>Yet, I always remain in absolute control </div><div>This place has no fears nor worries </div><div>It's calm, relaxing, and loving </div><div>We must all find our peace</div><div>So many of us do not belong </div><div>To this sickening society </div><div>Of monsters</div><div>May Earth be free ©</div><div><br></div><div>Karen L. Fleming, 3.1.26 3:50 a.m. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Fleminghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957790862285959102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254660808918319888.post-84964360708417653732025-05-12T01:41:00.000-07:002025-09-16T16:22:02.462-07:00Mystical Wisdom Where the willow weeps<div>And seeps deep into the Georgia clay</div><div>A hymn is hummed by the faces of old</div><div>Folding reality so the truth is seen</div><div>You cannot bargain with them</div><div>For your fate is sealed without faith</div><div>No courage to have, no belief system shrouded </div><div>A pentacle of hosts surrounds your soul</div><div>Begging for a way beyond the ether</div><div>You must stand your ground </div><div>Never leaning into a fearsome rage</div><div>Unbroken fear cowarding </div><div>Is what feeds the gluttonous unseen</div><div>Your soul is the light that vanquishes all</div><div>Within the darkest nights</div><div>As the storms the frays ©</div><div><br /></div><div>Karen Fleming, 4.22.25</div><div><br /></div><div><img height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoTda7kN7jzZ7HIDz2XcVlkdccnOcYnq2Q6vkg_3Gkka-9_VNupEq-JpVKqx6nJ2ZuJK8TJjIrUY_Rg-oZnFYvgBR6OXhWWv_4HopwUKTob-6YYTl1efbMQ0L-4YLluSOi9dhBPrLhvuK07eo1vNC8W7fgcF4y77J1h-t4DDE6B6zyk_V4753QHae-sfQ" width="320" /><br /></div>Karen L. Fleminghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957790862285959102noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254660808918319888.post-61002926783827024862024-11-02T04:01:00.001-07:002025-09-21T20:20:14.375-07:00Ellison's Bastille<p dir="ltr">It's inconceivable </p><p dir="ltr">When an old ritual </p><p dir="ltr">Takes precedence </p><p dir="ltr">Over a person's life</p><p dir="ltr">But that's what this </p><p dir="ltr">Particular ditch was for</p><p dir="ltr">No one here</p><p dir="ltr">Would admit such</p><p dir="ltr">Atrocities existed</p><p dir="ltr">Under the mythical fabric </p><p dir="ltr">Of America </p><br><p dir="ltr">Down deep in the South</p><p dir="ltr">Where the swamps </p><p dir="ltr">Slowly creep to your backdoor </p><p dir="ltr">Trespassing often</p><p dir="ltr">The rattlesnakes and water moccasins </p><p dir="ltr">Sunbath on your sandy lawn</p><p dir="ltr">Sparsely sprinkled with grass</p><p dir="ltr">Waiting to strike at barefeet </p><p dir="ltr">Here</p><p dir="ltr">An ancient pact was agreed upon </p><p dir="ltr">Between the top predators of the region </p><p dir="ltr">Werewolves to be precise </p><p dir="ltr">Claimed an old foreboding land</p><p dir="ltr">Anyone who betrayed their peace </p><p dir="ltr">Was subject to an explicitly cruel death</p><p dir="ltr">This pact was broken of course</p><p dir="ltr">Since chaos is the very anatomy</p><p dir="ltr">Of nature</p><br><p dir="ltr">A father was to be hunted</p><p dir="ltr">And torn limb from limb</p><p dir="ltr">While his daughter </p><p dir="ltr">Was to be raped brutally </p><p dir="ltr">And afterward hunted viciously </p><p dir="ltr">If by some grand gesture </p><p dir="ltr">Their gods granted her protection </p><p dir="ltr">With infinite camouflage </p><p dir="ltr">She could have her pups in peace</p><p dir="ltr">Without the clans </p><p dir="ltr">Destroying her precious bloodline </p><br><p dir="ltr">Rape, no matter what words </p><p dir="ltr">A person uses</p><p dir="ltr">In some sectors of anonymity</p><p dir="ltr">This is their trademark</p><br><p dir="ltr">On this day when the sun </p><p dir="ltr">Was at its highest</p><p dir="ltr">And the humidity beaded upon her skin</p><p dir="ltr">Ellison was dragged </p><p dir="ltr">To the sacrificial ditch</p><p dir="ltr">The male werewolves were lined up</p><p dir="ltr">Barely holding their victims</p><p dir="ltr">Transformed, long ivory fangs glistening </p><p dir="ltr">All colors of fur shining </p><p dir="ltr">As if they were just brushed </p><p dir="ltr">For the ceremony </p><p dir="ltr">The howling and nipping began</p><p dir="ltr">Each victim thrown relentlessly against </p><p dir="ltr">The dried sun burnt grass that crinkled </p><p dir="ltr">Like long-forgotten Christmas paper</p><p dir="ltr">Rubbing raw flesh straight to the ground</p><p dir="ltr">Black and white sand</p><p dir="ltr">Soaked with the blood of virgins</p><p dir="ltr">Under such beastly immense weight</p><br><p dir="ltr">After the first surge</p><p dir="ltr">The women were released </p><p dir="ltr">Fleeing as fast as stampeding deer</p><p dir="ltr">Hearing ricocheting gunshots in their ears</p><p dir="ltr">They ran on all fours</p><p dir="ltr">Only one would survive this day</p><p dir="ltr">The other victims were devoured </p><p dir="ltr">In the great chase through the stellar pines,</p><p dir="ltr">Sea grapes, known as monkey trees to the locals, </p><p dir="ltr">And the beautiful bald cypress </p><br><p dir="ltr">Ellison climbed the highest spruce </p><p dir="ltr">She could find in severe agony</p><p dir="ltr">The only safe place she had ever known </p><p dir="ltr">In silence, she watched the brute</p><p dir="ltr">Search around in great confusion </p><p dir="ltr">With his enormous claws digging into the damp underbrush</p><p dir="ltr">Her snarling violator was her father's best friend</p><br><p dir="ltr">In shame and bitterness </p><p dir="ltr">He hung his head </p><p dir="ltr">A grand silver mane</p><p dir="ltr">Low to the ground </p><p dir="ltr">Sniffing one last time for any scent</p><p dir="ltr">Slowly backing away </p><p dir="ltr">From the immense noble tree</p><p dir="ltr">He knew his failure must never be known </p><p dir="ltr">Their gods had granted her immunity </p><p dir="ltr">Through invisibility and stealth </p><p dir="ltr">Which was far more than anyone </p><p dir="ltr">Could ever comprehend </p><p dir="ltr">She was a goddess in her own right now</p><p dir="ltr">Everyone must believe </p><p dir="ltr">She had been torn to bits</p><p dir="ltr">Or he would be punished </p><p dir="ltr">According to the old laws</p><p dir="ltr">Cowardness has its place</p><p dir="ltr">In every societal clan</p><br><p dir="ltr">Her heart pounded with extreme precision</p><p dir="ltr">With each breath her anger grew </p><p dir="ltr">Hysterically</p><p dir="ltr">She looked at her hands shaking</p><p dir="ltr">Covered in blood and deep gashes</p><p dir="ltr">Naked, distraught </p><p dir="ltr">She knew the old ones gathered </p><p dir="ltr">In the high mountain realms far to the North</p><p dir="ltr">Where the snow laid down for winter</p><p dir="ltr">And the ice blue waterfalls were the gateways</p><p dir="ltr">There she would go</p><p dir="ltr">To make an unbreakable deal with the gods</p><p dir="ltr">For the safety of her children </p><p dir="ltr">Soon to be born ©</p><br><p dir="ltr">To be continued </p><br><p dir="ltr">Karen L. 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</div><br></p></div>Among the chaos <div>Patterns beg to be noticed </div><div>Even in the passing dust</div><div>Adhering to crown molding</div><div>Trees have faces</div><div>While leaves leap </div><div>Through the autumn air</div><div>And bugs are noticable fairies</div><div>We forget who we are</div><div>Among the hustle and bustle</div><div>Ancient beings </div><div>That chose technology</div><div>Over magic</div><div>Perhaps this time around</div><div>We'll chose both</div><div>Romantically merging binary stars</div><div>Releasing quite empathetically</div><div>Our curiosity </div><div>An infusion </div><div>Of the 90 percent </div><div>That was encoded so long ago</div><div>Growing as chaotic ivy and kudzu</div><div>That we have missed so much</div><div>While trying to transcend</div><div>Into heaven's great bounty❤️</div><div><br></div><div>Karen L. Fleming, 2023</div><div><br></div>Karen L. Fleminghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12957790862285959102noreply@blogger.com0