Evelyn Klebert

One More Time

admin — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 03:40:37 +0000

So,
when I stop and listen
and hear a familiar step,
rounding the corner again.
And I tell myself
yes,
I’ve been here before,
lived this particular
event
one too many times.
Sure,
it’s been dressed up
differently,
different actors,
words ever so slightly changed.
But everything else
everything
I’ve seen before
lived through before,
but never quite settled.
So
here it is again,
knocking on my front door,
telling me one more time
until I find a better way
of settling things,
a different choice
until I find a better way
of making peace.

My Valentine

admin — Thu, 11 Feb 2010 19:13:30 +0000

Love doesn’t arrive in a heart-shaped box,
with a bouquet of roses,
or a few flattering words.
Love builds with layers,
strength and support.
It shines during the most difficult times,
with one who puts your well-being before their own.
It’s concern for the other’s happiness
even if for awhile yours is put aside.
It gives and takes,
shares and gives,
and makes each within its circle better and stronger
than they would be on their own.
It’s never one-sided,
and never hurtful and thoughtless.
It’s the garden that is tended
and flowers in unexpected ways.
It deepens over time,
is a blessing that should never be taken for granted.
It weathers the storms,
and is not built on outward trappings,
but inner strength that whispers
we are better and stronger together,
than we could ever be apart.

Teachers

admin — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 23:10:54 +0000

Just when I think I understand,
have a grasp on the truth,
have traveled a long, rocky road
with shoes falling apart from wear.
Just when I think
my eyes can see clearly,
finally;
and I no longer anticipate
the unexpected,
no longer anticipate
a change of perspective.
Then you turn around,
and teach me something new.

Inevitability

admin — Sat, 16 Jan 2010 02:11:32 +0000

I’m sure there is a turn I missed
a door I failed to open,
a whisper that never stopped my pace,
to pause and re-evaluate.
I’m sure there was a nuance,
a soft, gentle warning
that I failed to heed
that might have stalled my ascent.
My ascent to this peculiar precipice.
the one I face now,
peering downward
not too delicately
perched at its edge.
Perhaps I should have slowed my pace,
And then,
I should have stopped and listened,
but then again
I am here now,
in this dangerous place,
perhaps only caught by inevitability.
So now this time
I’ll stop,
and make my peace,
and make the very best
of whatever the moment brings.

Keeping Christmas

admin — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 01:30:12 +0000

I’ve gotten lost
in the cracks and fissures,
gotten lost in the scrambling about.
I’ve gotten lost
in the madness and the crush
in the whirl of how I thought things should be.
I’ve gotten lost in my long lists
and my efforts to create an image.
An image whose stress is so stripped of truth and peace.
I’ve gotten lost in trying to keep up
with all I have to do.
And I’ve let Christmas pass me by.
I’ve forgotten that’s it’s gentle and loving and about spreading happiness.
I’ve forgotten how to keep Christmas well.
but thankfully
I’ve remembered.

Expectations

admin — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 21:42:55 +0000

They make us delirious,
they make us despondent,
so highly predictable
inflexible, unyielding.
Happy little pictures,
joyful illusions,
that upon first glance seem quite harmless,
until life hits a bump,
takes an unexpected bend,
and we move so far afield from where we thought we’d be.
Happy little promises,
expectations all lined in a row,
joyful, beguiling, merciless in their thorny grip,
suffocating as they bind us,
and so exhilarating when we finally let them go.

New Interview

admin — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 17:20:46 +0000

I am inviting everyone to drop by Cornerstone Cafe, and check out my new interview.

The Vampire

admin — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 16:53:41 +0000

Is he so charming?
Is she so engaging?
Are they so comforting, initially, that is
So understanding of all your dreams
Supportive or so it seems?
Are they the close friend,
the confidant,
the one to lean on
or so they say?.
Is he the suave suitor
who on first glance
fulfills all expectations,
so perfect, too good to be true?
And as time goes on,
slowly your own wants slip away,
but it must be your choice
to let go of them
as you find yourself conforming
and bending to their life.
Are they the ones that seem to shine brighter
when you’re around,
yet somehow your brilliance,
your own inner light seems to dull?
Do you become their protector,
filling a role you never intended,
a subtle shift, a gradual slide,
while you were looking elsewhere,
and everything you once were
slips away like sand.
once so strong,
the essence of who you are,
dissipates into nothingness,
as though it never was.

Thanksgiving Week Book Sale (40% off)

admin — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 23:53:14 +0000

I am happy to announce that Cornerstone Book Publishers, my publisher, is extending their Thanksgiving Week Book Sale to include anyone visiting this website. All print books (including mine in the Contemporary Literature section) are 40% off this week. I hope many drop by and take advantage of this great savings. And have a great holiday as well.

Here is the announcement from Cornerstone:

“Well, the last Cornerstone Sale was very successful, but generated some upset. I received a number of mails saying that it was too short for them to take advantage. So … here is another one for any who missed the first. It will be a week long 40% off Thanksgiving Week Sale starting today and ending Sunday 11/29 on all our print books at http://cornerstonepublishers.com. Just enter the code “40sale” (without quotes) in the Customer code box in the shopping cart and your discount will show up.

Cornerstone is a leader in publishing Masonic and esoteric books as well as publishing some of the very best in pulp fiction titles. Now is the time to stock up on those titles you have been thinking about. Don’t miss out!

If you live outside the US, send a e-mail to info@cornerstonepublishers.com and we can make the sale prices available to you.”

Who He Is

admin — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 20:01:03 +0000

The man that I love
is a prince when life is calm,
when times are good.
He is attentive and
all that can be dreamed of.
The man that I love
is a partner when life is stormy.
He tries to bury his own pain
even when it is nearly too much.
He continues to care
even when the stress
seems too great to care.
The man that I love
still cracks a smile
when there is little to smile about.
He rallies my spirits
even when there is little left to rally.
His core remains the
same, strong, steadfast soul
whether we’re riding the waves of success
or struggling through the strife of despair.
I recognize him in all times
constant and loving.
That is who he is.