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Kimmy Van Kooten

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Kimmy Van Kooten

Weathercock man

Thar she blows, ne’er will he grow

changing erections

The Colors of Nature - Photo by Kimmy Van Kooten

I am the mother of 11, and therefore,
I must be an expert!
Yes, any questions about "mothering", just ask me!
Our children range from 30 to 3
We have 5 grandaughters who range
from 3 months up to 13! Pretty much every stage!
We have children who are married, just about married,
in college, out of college,
toddlers and teenagers...
you name it!
I spend what little free time I have, "freelancing".
My poetry, short stories, pen and ink drawings, photography and graphic design works incorporate
Our God, my family,
growing up on the farm , trials of life, nature and
a little humor of course!

"I like the variety in life
seen through my eyes of
everything I write..."

I have spent so many years savoring for a time in my life where I now can put it all on paper!
Born in Pequannock, NJ., I moved to a 70 acre horse farm in Allentown,Pennsylvania
with all of my 7 sisters and six brothers!
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!

Now residing deep in the woods of a
Florida tropical flora-fauna...
I am inspired...
I love being a mother, a grandmother,
and best of all, my husbands wife!
I surround myself with nature and love to hike unknown territories!
I also love gardening, smelling the roses and
playing my red conga drums!
They call me "Conga Kimmy!"
Smiles!

"Life itself motivates me and all it has to offer!
Those that can see beyond the negative, wrap themselves up in the simplicity surrounding, can
Listen to the Whispers and Rejoice!"

May God shine through your thoughts and mine!

"His Ness of Sublime"

My quiet pines ,
a chime in the breeze
where stillness allows,
this notice I seize!

Prate in a distance,
of summoning strife
heart raising moments,
abate for your life!

Souse in simplicity,
dance with a plant
equally unfreed ,
in a rhapsody’s extant!

A tweedle among tweedle’s,
only one can be heard
canoodle the thought,
to the stag of your heard!

My quiesce is mindless,
though yours intertwines
Distant in likes,
back to reading ‘tween lines...

What I hear you can’t,
what you say I don’t
Words that He wrote,
sounds only my trump!
Your casings are yours,
depending the doors
For closing in quiet,
softens slams among wars

Earring no sounds,
filling a heart right in the right
Soaking in silent,
before chiding the tripe

Peace can’t occur,
in a vault of vacuity
Know how to go,
in your worlds of obscurity

Commandments of Thine,
give reasons to rime
A treasure awaits you, in
His Ness of Sublime

Copyright November 2006
Kimmy Van Kooten

"Will, You Walk With Me..."

Will, I walk with you
always...aiming higher than imagine
Neighing of the keen
It no longer desires inaction

My spirt, Entire, keeps watchful, fatefully,
Bracing among the whispering dew,
Fully blanketed in profound comprehension
We have reached a destination anew

Will, I walk with you...
seeing... searching for future good
through our present malign
Beyond all ahead, in an ambled gait of soundness,
seen but unseen, sublime

Cocooned in His light,
I follow without hesitation
Elapsing in stride
Entering the forest, away from all my vegetation
Will, I walk with you

briefly... asserting of time and a place
Accepting, regardless of inconveniences
in this unpredictable should
Blinding of all white line sequences

Brindled with want, I come face to face,
confronting, yet I am head shy
Still and fixed, an unlearned protection,
finally we embrace, petting, with an adamant vie

Will, I walk with you...

grazing...here you can either feel life or death
I felt cold, harnessed within itself,
an envelop of darkness
Mingling, shifting ,one foot weighted
and then the other...
Knowing, each Spirit waits,
one shadowing and one of lightness

Our embrace mounts a voice
and I called out with such immense power!
"Whatever it is you do... You need to Stop!"
The bridling path now changes...no one balked!

Will, I walk with you...

responding...I see surrender ,
eyes lowered now, no longer glazing...
just looking somewhere else...
I watch as this Spirit inhales my blazing

The heat from leading releases
so satisfied with the following...
Within a day, my inspiration returns,
this time different
Now bowing to my embrace of yesterday, full feeling

Will, I walk with you

embracing...the second time, I felt a warmth
A cold path altered, releasing the captive steed
Returning forever freeOur Spirits smile now

Will, You walk with me...

"Musings in the Fires of Flesh"

Warming myself in the midst
of a seasonal death
Little by little, no life will be left...
I step up to the flames ,
My esteems in the fire!
Sparks from me ponder,
my needs’ burning desires!

In the heat of emotion,
the embers becoming!
Where God and Love blaze,
my temptations succumbing...
Accord of the wood,
I dance in the cinders
God’s terpsichore of lucifers,
casting images that hinder...

Captivation crackles,
In ranting it feeds...
Rale’s of flame kindling,
in Him or the beast? O’swinge, in magma of red,
combusting in lust...
Your fires gurgle beneath,
in a scalding of trust!

A poker is stirring,
the holes I am digging...
A dead life feasts on my wants
in the crimson of tricking!
In the bark of my passions,
on the breeze of our Host...
Can I can spit breaths of the lost
as my green wood smokes...?

Adrift in the twist,
A smoke blown in my face
Blushed in alight, my ravages abase
Arc of His light,
ignite reflections afresh
My Love is In Him ,
rather than,
the incinerators of flesh!

Copyright November 2006
Kimmy Van Kooten

Hope is Restless

Looking ahead
No more flaws, soak in pleasance
time, hope is restless

A new beginning
Ease bad feelings, rid vices
yearns, hope is restless

Will in power
overcome, resolution
stand, hope is restless

Oh! Loving me!
Help me see, wrongs and messes
still, hope is restless

Contemplation,
observations, musing me
fend, hope is restless

Auld Lang Syne
old long times, cup o'' kindness
life, hope is restless

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In My, As I...My Tropical Fauna"
Written 12/1/2006 7:00:00 PM 175115

"...Allamandas of yellow
in their seasonal change
Contrast in corals
each Hibiscus in wane...

The rain has stopped now
but the Maple leaves still cry
drop by drop,
fallingIn My, As I...
see drops slowly dry

The Cracker cattle in a distance
from a farm life near by
fulling for hay,
mooing,
"We’re so hungry tonight!"

The sun is now setting
behind a big, Little Gem tree
Weather of winter, casts grey yellow sheens

and the littlest gnats
I wonder,
Why they still bite me?"

Red Cypress and Sables
droop in the wet
Inhaling their sweetness
their aromas I get

In My, As I...

breathe, drawing in every breath

Azaleas in bloom
drink up this shower
pink and red ruffles
caroms off the flowers

I sit, stilling,
under dark dripping bowers

The Sagos, they glisten
in a dark green, blue green
The Sweet Gum are swaying
among the tallest Pine trees

In My, As I...

asking, Will you sit here with me?
Allamandas of yellow
in their seasonal change
Contrast in corals
each Hibiscus in wane

peacefully in awe,
loss of all bane

O’ Holly berries of red
shine bright in your burst
damp dusk of night,
in wanting of no thirst
Down south in a sauna

In My, As I...

love my,
raining down on,
Tropical Fauna

Copyright December 1, 2006
Kimmy Van Kooten

"Conforming Wight’s From the Fog"

Searching well, in some foggy white
Peering squinted,
into this misty light
A silhouette,
like a blanching ghost
Now my hunch strokes,
Is it you?
Suddenly, my moist moist bedews . . .

This feeling forms
Groping,
yet, I foreknew . . . outlined, amidst this foggy hue.
Closer now,
revealing seems
an illumination of you,
now your fullness, being

I turn around
to question any follow
I want you alone, for all tomorrow
Knowing, among
this descended cloud
Alone at last . . .
Oh yes! ...my only
Please, please, seduce me loud!

Blind man’s bluff,
but we both are blind?
Congressional us,
in this whiteness fined...
Bliss in the mist, I feel your firm
Like tippled minds, in looking for, learns
to explore clear-sighted,
we must discern

With licking this,
no tongue or rope
unties me from a loosening hope
An untrodden path in this bedimming smoke
Dear heart, I cannot see you?!
but I believe . . .
Baring like this,
suspicions weave

Conforming wight’s began to gleam
both devoted now, their echoes breed
Unthought treasures, now a future holds
Continuing two,
for individuals, bold
Arousing lives, now a love song's sung
Vowed for life,
Now, Two, together as "One" . . .

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"Abasement"

Commencing into abasement
I take despairs
Down into unenlightenment,
where resign appears...

Oppressing against mortal walls
Lying on cellar floors
Being, of shame places,
wounded...I displace

I cede
O’ Meeker mead!
Assiduous one
Persevering, in this hole of my dungeon

I see an expanse loosen up,
there, displaying alight...
Now, upstairs on a higher flight
Exulting!...

"O' Scintillations"

A Mourning, as the first Son aims its relevance,
Willingly takes;
tantalizing lashes,
so my eyes can wake

O Scintillations!
Divine sensations;
Sleep is not an option.
Mourns a wake for all our sake
Night will come again!

Clocks alarm me while still in this place
roosters find me, preying,
Praying, for grace.
Privileged pleas for more winks of sleep
How do I continue to lie in this heap?

Fresh red rents the Flesh is marred,
Wrinkles from my sheets,
my life is scarred.
For the Ninth hour, Noon,
upon His face, and I’m too weak to rest.

" The fullness of time",
from the threads that bind
Eternity is awakeness!
Appreciate the gave, Or be the grave?
I stayed up way too late!

Machinations of Satan;
get out of my head!
O Scintillations, corruscation,
My blanket of laminations.
Please God, help me out of this bed!

The Sons’ a crossing, from afar;
Dark is teasing me,
and there’s a window in my room;
"....The curtains ripped in two",
I see, reflections of a tomb.

Splinters open of filial strife
from ancestral offspring;
this is my life!
Be Aware,
for a decedent onwinter is here!

Sacrificing ayes, accepting our nays,
its cold out under the blanket.
A jeering rabble,
before the babble,
warm crosses over my soul.

So, Rise from the dead , wight ones led;
for coats of all colors still bleed in their bed.
Take peace from your pillow,
You supinical creatures,
a blockbusters’ featuring Him!

A Star lights entered your humble abode,
to arouse even your soul from sin.

Twinkles, twinkle what wonders you are?;
Your diamonds are raping His sky!
Birds of fine feathers, keep us apart;
affecting my heart,
wile sights from my eyes dream, gleams,
and the Insect sports beams in the Dark.

Who wishes the desert a dwelling place?
Shrink from evil,
frisson in grace,
Recombine my slumbers past,
compiling dreams right out of my mind.

With my head on your lap
Wake me up and bring me back!
Heaven lead meout of the hour of darkness Dead
Hurry! Please! Get the Hell out of my bed!

Upon His Light ones’ Spirit delights
"of My cup....", I will drink quenching.....
Imbibe luminescence
Jots and tittles, souls a’stenching!
Sweeten the chalice in my sedation

And, from every yawn,
Christ will dawn
O Scintillations,
Divine sensations
Wake me up from all temptations!

Me, You, Us, Them, I, and Thee

I know no prejudice
I can’t understand it
Ridicules I hear
in all the words that smear
My Heart can’t see
any differences in me
or you...

I know no presumption
I can’t get intuit
Mistrust I see
in all the faces that bleed
My Soul won’t touch
any diversity in us
or them...

I know no prestige
I can’t get the pictureTraits I taste
in all the policy-makes
My Spirit can’t breathe
any otherness in I
or Thee...

...no prejudice, no presumptions,
no prestige in my senses...

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