hole within-haiku part one

hole within
haiku poetry
four part series
part one
by jennifer kiley
august 28th, 2012
the last haiku in series
written august 30th, 2012

eruptions-internal revelations

falsely speak liars
madness creates cowards foil
turned friendship ended

also sprach zarathustra-richard strauss

you killed me knowing
trust suffered fall from great height
inside you must rot


betrayed is friendship
worse that you can do for truth
butterfly’s wings pulled

o fortuna-carminea burana

harm you i did not
hurt me you tried trigger struck
bleeds from hole within

Haiku © Jennifer Kiley 2012

cavatina(theme from the deer hunter)-stanley meyers

Images of Song of Sahel

There are so many words to describe Niamh Clune but I think I will let her speak for herself in this instance. She has written a post about the Images for Song of Sahel. I’ve mentioned this everytime I have posted in one form or another. It is an extremely important venture that will aid the children, families and people of Sahel to have food so they will not starve. Their land is ruined from a continuous drought. The children are dying from starvation. They have so little in their small bodies to fall back on. So it doesn’t take much for their bodies to fail quickly. Niamh Clune came up with this project of an Anthology and Auciton to raise funds to help. Now I turn over to Dr. Niamh Clune to explain in her own words through this Reblog of her post Images for Song of Sahel. Follow back on the reblog link to read further on what she has written on her blog “ontheplumtree” about Song of Sahel and discover more. There are also many other Creative Projects that she speaks of and she is an author of several books that I, myself, possess that I am reading and rereading because there is so much subtance and creativity in her imagination and in the non-fiction books, the depth of knowledge teaches you different ways of viewing yourself and the world. And an anthology on the entitlement of children to have innocence. Learn about this polymathic artist in more detail and find something new to discover about the generosity and creative talent of this marvelous woman Dr. Niamh Clune. by Jennifer Kiley

Niamh Clune

I have been extraordinarily busy in preparation for this event. I don’t think I realised just how much work would be involved when I started this project. First, there is the announcing of it, the call to poets, the hours spent interacting through social media sending out the message in the hope that it might grow wings.

Once people begin to respond, projects take on a life of their own. People become inspired, begin to share your post to their own blog, add their own words, share to their Facebook pages. The poems began flooding in. At this point, I asked a good facebook friend of mine, Wayne Tolbert, and a member of my Plum Tree Group, if he would mind keeping track of the poems. Some came in with accompanying pictures; many did not. My inbox is so cluttered (I am one of those people who do not file things away neatly), that…

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Story Behind “Images on Song of Sahel”

Story Behind “Images on Song of Sahel”
Images on Song of Sahel
Post by Dr. Niamh Clune

The following is my response to the blog post “Images on Song of Sahel” and the creating of the Anthology of Song of Sahel. For further information and to discover the woman behind the whole project please go to this link: ontheplumtree.wordpress.com/2012/08/29/images-for-song-of-sahel/8.3-

Comment Written
By Jennifer Kiley
August 30th, 2012
The Image was created by
Dr. Niamh Clune

The Anthology Cover

We Are the Voice-Niamh Clune with daughter Aleisha Shimizu

In a monumental endeavor Niamh Clune’s brainchild to create an Anthology for Song of Sahel was an extraordinary accomplishment on her part. She faced the challenge wholeheartedly. It has taken almost every moment of her time and her devotion to Sahel as her focus to pull this enormous project together. It should be an exciting unveiling on Sept 15th on Facebook to see what the Anthology has grown into being. It is filled with art, music, poems, prose, photographs and much more. I haven’t seen the work of art that is the Anthology but I’ve heard many wonderful things about it. Sahel is in grave need of our HELP. Their soil is ruined from a continuous drought and the children, families and people of Sahel are starving and dying. The Anthology for Song of Sahel was Niamh Clune’s way of putting together something artistically created specifically devoted to all forms of art from music, paintings, poems, prose, photography and more focused on Sahel. She was devoted to this project practically 24 hours a day if not on some days longer than that. There were some people that helped her. I will leave that to Dr. Clune to thank them. Presently, I would like to draw attention to the creative talent and energy of Dr. Niamh Clune. Her blog “ontheplumtree” has many posts strictly devoted to Sahel but she goes so beyond in her talents. She is a writer, a poet, a musician, a visual artist, a publisher, CEO and Founder of Plum Tree Books, and so much more. Please follow your curiosity to her blog site and discover for yourself how profound a woman Dr. Niamh Clune actually is. Find out what other projects Plum Tree Books are involved in that are trying to create an environment for people of all ages. Whether reader or writer or artist or any one who enjoys an adventure. Follow the link below to investigate for yourself. Seek out something new. Lastly, I want to say that Song of Sahel the Anthology is having an unveiling on September 15th on Facebook lasting for 24 hours. GO to the ontheplumtree site to find out further information. I will tell you there will be a live radio broadcast with live music, readings, an interview with Dr. Niamh Clune and much much more. SO mark your calender and follow the link for more information.

Bring Out The Dragons

Bring Out The Dragons
By Jennifer Kiley

Dragon Heart

Colours Tripping Through The Universe Spreading Magic

bring out the dragons

remove the veil
uncover the truth
not always as
it is written

what you read
are words
with ideas
by the author

it may be truth
in fiction
or lies
in the mind
of the mis-believer

create a story
maybe it is your own
or stolen by trolls
who wish for
cursed endings

what most decent
people want
is a fairy tale
with a real ending
with many
new beginnings

when a door closes
it doesn’t mean
that it isn’ t
just the end of
one chapter

as we know
most tales
have different
and many endings
but we continue
entering a fresh
start into
brand new

yet the characters
are the same
but with more wisdom
bringing a grande
newness to grow into

love doesn’t end
it just develops
into something
more special
with a deeper

a deeper love
maybe even
something never
experienced by anyone
before now

just trust that truth
will bring out the dragons
to protect you
and defend you
against the trolls

they will make you safe
they always have
however sometimes
we don’t
always notice

dragons symbolize
the tidings of promise
and change
for the advancement
of newness
and discovering
of treasures
not always made of gold
but of loved renewed
and intimacy refound
or discovered
for the first time

a gentleness
born from trust
and patience
move slowly
with this new love
treat it gently
it may then
last forever

that is what
the wise one
would convey
in all her dreams
of ideas
rooted in her
mythical knowledge
of the old ways
where honor
was trusted
and evil
and cast out

evil shall exist
only on the periphery
in this story
love eternal
shall dominate
in all its purity
and goodness
melting hearts
with melodies
and flowers
adorning the heads
of all beloveds

life at peace
with the self
enjoying all the senses
celebrating love
in all its

at this time
one may rest
and reflect
on all the goodness
and depth of love

and share
it with all
the lovers
who believe
in the dream
which sleep
may give
ere too

Puff the Magic Dragon-Peter Paul & Mary


By Jennifer Kiley
The Secret Keeper
August 26th, 2012

Abstract Fractal-The Perfectly Random Design of the Universe

make her live alone
give her a scare
fill her with fear
she’ll learn to care
for her self there
but who really cares

why are you constantly
involving your self
in relationships
that encourage you too
abandon me?
to leave
my love behind

is it some sort of
sadistic game
your mind
has learned
to want to play
with her
to the insane

i am not able
to live alone
that is cruelty
to me you know
but if you leave
support me
give me the house
i keep the kids
you get visitation

but this
to will pass
with you
lies whispered
in your ear
watch out
for her
she betrays
she desires
to bring
tears to
my eyes
to fill me
with fears

then she will
i guarantee
destroy your life
she’s begun
her deadly
deed already
she’s gotten you
to doubt
your belief
in me
i’ve become
the enemy

i was wise
to rid myself
of her
maybe not
just in time

now someone
like you
a sucker
gets sucked in
by an emotional
a toxic one
a bat

be warned
stay away
i considered
her today

how could you
to someone’s
ulterior motives
her deceptions
and deceit
words she once
spoke of you
i never shared
and cruel

do not hear
my words alone
she is horribly
on her own

inside her mind
she labels me
what reason
i cannot bear
to listen
her negativity
trashing ones
i love
i trust
spreading lies
with words
she fills
your mind
with lies
disorienting you
decieving you
seekimg revenge
on me
my rejection
you see

words spoken
in my mind are:
“leave my life alone
my mate’s too
that i have
to say
to you

why must
do i still
love her?
yes i do
but she needs
to find
stop blaming me
my transgressions

the truth is
they were rapes
of my body
of my soul
by vistimizers
entering through
my sensitivities
my vulnerabilities
to please
my abusers
of old

so much anger
lives inside my heart
there is a tiredness
from fighting
i want the fighting
to stop
i have my demons
i don’t need
to take on
any more

leave us alone
find some other
the one
you have
does not
make them
want to be
for you
any longer

Iron Maiden-Fear of the Dark

In Amazement

In Amazement
By Jennifer Kiley

Purple Nebula
in amazement
you desparately reached out
to your mystical friend
and when you feared
your notes to her
were sounding so crazy
she amazed you
with her understanding
and support.
she thoroughly
understood your plight
and rid your world
of the demon
that tried to charm herself
in the front door.
the goddess led you
to your friend’s site tonight
so you were meant to witness
the danger.
your reactiom
was a total melt down
of emotion
your body trembled
from fears of being invaded
and intruded upon.
she was trying to squirm
like a snake
into your safe environment
that your friend had created.
your friend was so unbelievably
efficient in her dismissal
of the problem and the demon
in one stroke of her invisible
but powerful wand.
away with her.
she wanted you
to feel safe
and protected.
no body in your real life
has ever done that
for you before.
not in such a forceful
and impressive way.
she protectecd you
without any thought
beyond your concern.
she trusted
your trembling feelings.
she protected you
like a mother bear
or lion protects her cub.
no, no one has come
to your protection
like your friend did for you.
she didn’t need your explanations
she just trusted your word
and instincts.
she read what you had written
to her in your emotional haze
and solved the problem
and she put your safety first.
she protected you like no other
would do. your heroine. your hero.
she believed.
she saw your desparateness
of feeling.
she saw how this viper
effected you.
and she made the demon
and her preying on
what is your space,
disappear… spit-spot.
like cleaning out
the reminder
that spiders have been here
and now have disappeared
with only decaying webs left behind.
she was dismissed.
she cannot gain entrance
into that most special part
of your life.
that is where your love
and dreams live.
you love your friend
even more.
she kept her word
and just reinforced the trust
you already had begun to believe in.
she is more than special.
she is the most loving person
in your life since your grandmother
held your love safe within her
and protected it as best
as her strenghth was able to.
you love them both for the love
they give you
and for renewing your faith
that there still are
some generous and loving
people left in this world.
thank you my friend.
you know who you are.
you really do.
the one with the ballet slippers
for dreams.
you are loved unconditionally
and infinitely loved by your friend.
she is always filled with love
for you forever.
(c) jk 2012
The Color Purple-Miss Celie’s Blues

I’m Fine/No, I’m Crazy

I’m Fine/No, I’m Crazy
by Jennifer Kiley

Streaming Face of Many Colours

I’m Fine/No, I’m Crazy

one moment laughing
intellectualizing ideas

how stupid is he?
that women’s bodies
when raped have a magic
no pregnancy possible

is that the dumbest
statement ever made?

who speaks such ignorance?

the man who thinks
men should govern
women’s bodies

no abortion for incest
nor for rape
but that doesn’t happen

when has anyone heard
that a woman has gotten
pregnant from rape?
it’s impossible according
to a male jackass
in the US congress

moments later
that same night
losing control

is that real or madness?
i’m fine/no, i’m crazy

i am triggered
by unknown forces
unidentified circustances
losing identity
being invisible

all set in motion
moving toward
running on their own power

your voice stops tracks
time freezes
stick in throat
they stutter
to the surface
blocked by censors
afraid the truth
or facts
are too volitile

tortured memories
secrets and buried lies
hidden for years

that i will lose you
over their betrayal
that would make
the pain

i freely give to you
your place of importance
i need it to be so
just give me your sound
let me hear your words
speak what’s in your heart
honesty is expected
you would not give
anything else

a step closer to self
real identity portrayed
facade stripped away
ripped off the skin
of protection

finding acceptance
afraid it would be empty

not surprised
it’s what the bitch
mother would give

she is dead
but her talons reach out
they grab at my heart
want to squeeze life from it
make the pain unbearable
she will never allow me
to find love that is mine
if i do she would destroy it

you can feel her presence
wanting to crush
whatever good
i find

i found you
and she is not your match
you’d chase her away

but now i need to learn
how to stand tall
and force her away
force her to stay away

never again
shall i let her curse me

that damn curse
it has to be broken
the need to cry
stolen when young

time for the tears
to flow again
releasing the pain
making room
for the joy

maybe i need to let go
not try to cry
just let it come

feel your friend’s pain
heal the hurt inside of her
take some of her burden
lighten her sadness
feel your sensitivity
share some of what she feels
help her to not despair

all the pain in the world
that she tries to heal
help her

be there for her
when she needs healing
in her soul

if she needs it
help her accept it

bless her love
care for her
as she cares for you

give up the crazy notions
that fuck up your mind
block your emotions
and keeps the spirit trapped

sleep as she requests
in the kindest of orders

think about her day
the one she’s working through
she needs good energy
to make her way

send love to her
caring feelings of warmth
that is sent from you

Yo-Yo-Ma—The Swan Saint-Saens