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That Was Then

That was then
and now it’s over
all that was is gone for good—
the honey days and stinking clovers
drifted by as well they should.

Time trickles slowly now
forming spikes
and stalactites
in that frozen cave
you call your heart.

That was then
and now its over
there is no more time
for me to brood—
all that was is gone forever—
that was then
and now it’s heaven.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks|Kira’s Art and Poetry
February 12, 2010 | OC, California
The Betrayal | Kira’s Art

That Was Then ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks—Kira Art and Poetry

MOMENTS UNAWARE by Asaf Fulks ft. Kira Fulks Poetry

Asaf Fulks new music video MOMENTS UNAWARE is playing everywhere Asaf Fulks blends smooth vocals with vibrant beats in his latest Pop/R&B love song. Elegantly infused with original poetry by Yakira Shimoni Fulks. A heart-warming, engaging listening experience and a dynamic visual journey. Happy Valentine ‘s Day to all ❤ ❤ ❤ OC Mix Buss | Subscribe to OC Recording YouTube channel

The Betrayal

The betrayal was sudden
swift and jarring—
it ripped my guts
and tore my heart to shreds.

For a long while I thought the holes
will never heal—
the magic of life
turned into meaningless moments
and no event however joyful
lived up to the memories
of a life now dimly recalled.

And then one day I realized
it was up to me
to stop the pain
and I turned my mind
in other directions—
over time the sting softened
and I was able to breathe—
mind over matter
hour by hour
I started to feel alive
again.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
February 8, 2020 | OC California
Early Morning | Kira’s Art
W.T.F is a Friend

The Betrayal ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks—Kira Art and Poetry

Sundays at The Cove

On Sundays we walk to the Cove
down a sandy trail
covered with wildflowers
all the way to the ocean —

We sit on the bench at the edge of the cliff
and watch the sinking sun
fill the air with velvet orange glow
as it quietly reflects in the still water
basking in the beauty of her own light.

And then my heart quivers with yearning
with deep longing sighs —
wishing this moment would last forever.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks 
Dec. 9, 2019 | OC, California
Crystalline California | Wipe Away Our Shadows | Kira’s Art

Sunday at the Cove ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks—Kira Art and Poetry

When Death Lands Upon Our Shores

When death lands upon our shores
in early foggy morning
with sudden banging roars–
When death comes
and leaves a sight of blood and gore–
Who will sooth our hearts?
Who will make us soar?
Who will fill the hollow void?
Will we ever be the same?
Could we ever sing again?
Oh, how could we survive
this crushing
burning pain?
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
February 24, 2020 | OC California 
2/24/2020
In memory of Kobe Bryant
Kira’s Art | Cry For You

When Death Lands-Painting 38 ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks—Kira Art and Poetry

When Death Comes

When death comes knocking at the door
and leaves us sad and sobbing on the floor
few things remain to heal our hearts
faded photos
and pieces of your art–
and so you live forever more
in words crafted
with love
now stuffed inside a drawer.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
February 1, 2020 | OC, California
In Memory of Martha Magenta
Kira Fulks | Kira’s Art | 13th Sphere

When Death Comes

Blossoms n’ Buddies

Thank you Karen Hayward, our fearless leader at POETS THE ORIGINAL , for your unending inspirationYour eloquence and warmth encourage me to share Blessed to know you! BIG Hugs This one is for you:

You bring the joy of spring
of blossoms in the wind
of fresh air and silent prayer
and make my heart sing.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
January 31, 2020 | OC California
Kira’s Art | Jolly Holly Miss Bunny

Blossoms n Buddies©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

OC MIX BUSS

All Aboard! The OC MIX BUSS is here! My collaboration album with with my son Asaf Fulks is #np everywhere!

This original blend of my poetry/spoken word fused with Asaf’s heartfelt vocals, contemporary urban music and eclectic instrumentation make a unique listening experience–enjoy the ride on the OC MIX BUSS!

Written, composed, performed, produced, engineered and designed by Asaf David Fulks and Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art
at The OC Recording Company | Wipe Away Our Shadows | Kira’s Art

OC MIX BUSS by Asaf Fulks and Yakira Shimoni Fulks

Wipe Away Our Shadows

Wipe Away Our Shadows is an original poem by Kira Fulks, was set to music by Asaf Fulks. Driven by piano, guitar, dynamic drums, this single is a contemporary mix of alternative rock, r&b, melodic vocals and spoken word.

Vocals, Lyrics, Music, Production, Audio Engineering, Art, Videography by Asaf Fulks & Kira at OC Recording Co.
Guitar: Anton Emmerton | Kira’s Art | OC Mix Buss

Let’s take this broken world
and put it back together
we’ll glue the pieces with our love
to always make it better.

Let’s run away
just you and I
and climb above the hill
from where we’ll call
the earth to stop
and cleanse itself from ills.

Below us mountains will burn and smolder
in fumes of orange glow
and at the grand cross of Here and There
will throw a wish to sow.

Come run with me
and climb above the meadows,
come run with me and feel the air
wipe away our shadows.

I know that we can find a way
to heal our pain and that of others
if you and I stand side by side
a new world we’ll discover.

Above the hill
just you and I
will spread our arms wide
and then the air will swish about
to take us on a ride.

Around us poppies will blush in bloom
and fields will glisten white
and at the edge of Here To Come
will watch an awesome sight.

Come run with me
let’s find a way
to bring a better day
let’s run away
just you and I
and wipe away our shadows.
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© Yakira Shimoni Fulks
June 26, 1999 | Graymoor, IL

Morning Song

A little bird had come today
and sang me songs
here’s what she said:
“Come fly with me into the sky
come sing with me
and do not cry,
so many days are yet to come
so many things are left undone,
come fly
come live
come sing with me
be light
be happy
and be free!”
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
July 23, 2011 | Costa Mesa, California
Kira’s Art | Early Morning

Morning Song©Yakira Shimoni Fulks

Regardless of It All

Regardless of It All is an R&B, classical music, contemporary crossover song about love and hopes that never end. This piano-driven ballad features heartfelt vocals, lyrical spoken word, sweeping bass-lines and harmonious choirs. Featured on Asaf Fulks and Yakira Shimoni Fulks album OC Mix Buss | Kira’s Art | The OC Recording Company

Vocals, Lyrics, Music, Production, Engineering, Art, Videography: Asaf Fulks & Yakira Shimoni Fulks

Tell me can you hear me
been callin’ you for hours
need you here with me
this world could be ours

Tell me can you hear me
been callin’ you for hours
need you here with me
this world could be ours

I’ve been callin’ for way too long
haven’t heard back so I wrote this song
To say I love you regardless
regardless of it all

Narrow minds and futile battles
shatter dreams that could have been
gone illusions of graceful living
seeking meaning in between

I can see clearly
stopped to smell the flowers
the sky’s lookin’ dreary
and the clouds bursting showers

You’ve been strayin’ for way too long
there is still time to right your wrongs
but I love you regardless
regardless of it all

Broken glass and tall closed gates
barefoot walking on hot sand
feeling endless wishes burning
and hopes that never end.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
June 3, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California
Asaf Fulks | OC, CA | June 2019

Walkin’ on a Wire

Walkin’ on a Wire is an original piano driven song featuring electric guitar, thought provoking lyrics, powerful singing and poetic spoken word. Mom and son duo, Asaf and Kira, deliver a moving message in this latest release from their OC MIX BUSS album.

Vocals, lyrics, music, production, performance, audio engineering, art, videography: Asaf Fulks & Yakira Shimoni Fulks Guitar: Anton Emmerton at The OC Recording Company | Kira’s Art | OC Mix Buss

Walkin’ on a wire
riskin’ all that I got
just to get a lil’ higher
erryday I don’t stop
over vallies filled with fire
winds blow and rain drops
I’ll be walkin’ on this wire
all the way to the top

In the middle of my life
I found myself alone
walkin’ on a wire
my dreams carried me along
I held to every moment
with a tooth and nail
hoping to be strong
hoping not to fail
looking to the stars
to guide me through the dark
to give me but a clue
to light a little spark

In the middle of my life
I wanted all to end
and yet each day I woke
determined to ascend
I knew I must go on
I knew I should not quit
for this is but a course
in God’s prerequisite
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
June 13, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California

Don’t Be A Hater

Wassup you all, listen up! Momma K has a special Mother’s Day message for all: DON’T BE A HATER!

This uplifting song has a motivational message for children and adults alike. “Life is a magic ride, stand up and live with pride!” Happy Mother’s Day to all the Moms out there!

Vocals, lyrics, music, production, performance, audio engineering, art, videography: Asaf Fulks & Yakira Shimoni Fulks
The OC Recording Company | Kira’s Art | OC Mix Buss

Whys

WHYS is a hard hitting hip hop, spoken word, classical music crossover. Asaf Fulks and Yakira Shimoni Fulks deliver a powerful blend of symphonic orchestration, heartfelt melodies, riveting rhythms and thought provoking lyrics.

Vocals, lyrics, music, production, performance, audio engineering, art, videography: Asaf Fulks & Yakira Shimoni Fulks
The OC Recording Company | OC MIx Buss | Kira’s Art

I wrote the poem I recite on May 18, 1998. Twenty-one years have passed but despite the many advances our world is still in turmoil. I wonder why and will we ever wake up. — Kira
——————————–
A note from Asaf:
The shooting at Chabad in Poway resonated deep inside me. Only four years ago, I was tied-up at gunpoint by three armed thugs when they robbed my studio. After staring down the barrel of a gun, knife to my throat, wondering if it will be my last moment—I am grateful to still be alive. However, horrific attacks like these rob us of our innocence and sense of security. This past Sabbath service at Chabad, these feelings struck home again. Instead of the typical cheerful sounds of children playing hoops outside, we were all inside guarded by heavily armed security. It was eerie. Just a few days before, we remembered the Holocaust and suddenly this was not just a chapter in history—it was a reality. Right here, in beautiful sunny southern California, in the Land of the Free, Jews were forced to be locked down in their house of worship. And I wondered Why?
The day after the robbery, I came back determined to rebuild my studio and not allow the incident to define my life—and I made it even better. This is the legacy of the Jewish people. Despite countless atrocities, we never gave up, and went on to rebuild our homeland into a beautiful thriving country. Still I wonder why—why are rockets falling? Why all the killings? Why are churches burning? Why are leaders not taking action? Why does the world not open its eyes? So many whys… There are no easy answers, but I still have faith that if we each take responsibility for our actions the pieces will fall into peace. “They shall turn their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they know war any more.” (Isaiah 2:4). — Asaf

13th Sphere

There are thirteen attributes of God. In Hebrew, the number 13 signifies the infinite and equals love. This release is a soulful, spiritual, contemporary fusion of spoken word, poetry, R&B, orchestral music and heartfelt vocals.

13th Sphere Vocals, Lyrics, Music, Production, Performance, Audio Engineering, Art, Videography:
Asaf Fulks & Yakira Shimoni Fulks at The OC Recording Company | OC Mix Buss | Kira’s Art

Dedicated to my beloved brother Ehud Shimoni

I fly today to place unknown
from a past now long and gone
I fly away from where I’ve been
from all the things I know and seen
into the blue that lays out there
as high as prayers can ever dare.

In my dreams I saw
Your beacon illuminating in the dark
calling me to trust, to trust tomorrow
for I shall reach your holy ark
your 13th Sphere is here, so near

Above the crimson sun I fly
into the blue that is Your eye
still deeper into space–
where once upon we knew Your Grace.

As I fly and as I sail
beyond commotion and guttering gales
I see the wake that stretches on
before we cried in Babylon.

To the Garden where we played
before we knew of good and bad–
where we were happy and never sad
and sat together as One—unclad.

In my dreams I saw Your glory
a sight too awesome to recount
between the blackened cleaving hills
I saw Your temple on the mount
your 13th Sphere is here, so near

I fly to You to 13th Sphere
where all is crisp and very clear
where We will be at last in peace
and where my soul You’ll gently ease.

In my dreams I saw your heavens
open brightly through the skies
and my visions overtook me
that at once I wept a cry
Your 13th Sphere is here, so near
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
September 9, 2018 | OC, California

W.T.F. is a Friend?

WTF is a Friend? is an artistic fusion of middle eastern, Kurdish music, poetry, spoken word, Kira’s Art, Asaf Productions signature sound. This is the first release off Asaf’s new album OC Mix Buss

Vocals, Lyrics, Music Production, Performance, Audio Engineering, Art, Videography by Asaf Fulks & Yakira Shimoni Fulks

Who by choice let go and lost me
his heart he closed to cries and pleas
not again will ever find me
your selfishness is a disease.

Who I am
will never die
and to all that’s gone
I say ‘Goodbye’:

To those who tossed me
and then discarded–
to those who took
and then departed–
whomsoever did not love
and all of those who killed my doves.

WTF is a friend?
If he’s not real just pretend
WTF is a friend?
If he don;t fight til the end
WTF is a friend?
If he’ don’t give a fuck aboutcha ends
WTF is a friend?
When it happens over ‘n over again

Whosoever set out to hurt me
his heart he closed to turn mean
need not come to ever see me
your gratitude you smeared too lean.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
September 2, 2018 | OC, California

Ray Goren NEW BEGINNING | Art by Kira Fulks

I am delighted to join the creative collaboration of Asaf Fulks/The OC Recording Company with the budding Legend Ray Goren and the release of their debut single NEW BEGINNING.

Ray is an expressive singer/songwriter/storyteller and an electrifying guitarist. He blends elements of pop, hip-hop, rock and soul into a unique new sound. Ray has been mesmerizing his audience since he was 8 years old. Today we celebrate his 19th birthday and coming of age. Happy Birthday Ray! Happy new beginning! Happy spirals to the Stars. Shine, spread loving kindness and make our World a better place.

I was ecstatic to be the featured artist on NEW BEGINNING—keep it turnin’ to the end  Thank you Ray for igniting my artistic mojo  The three of us, Asaf, Ray and I are cooking up many more creative concoctions and can’t wait to share them all with you. So follow, share, subscribe, like, love and spread the word—It’s a NEW BEGINNING!

The OC Recording Company| Ray Goren | Complicated | Kira’s Art

Ray Goren NEW BEGINNING-1 ©Yakira-Shimoni-Fulks-Kiras-Art-and-Poetry
Ray Goren New Beginning-2 ©Yakira-Shimoni-Fulks-Kiras-Art-and-Poetry

Early Morning

Early morning and all seems calm
but inside I feel an ache, a raging storm,
and there is no escape—
my soul has been sullied,
beaten n’ bent outta shape.

Once upon a time the world
was bright and happy
it gleamed with light
was blissful, golden and so snappy—
but in an instant all went wrong
and no, there’s no joy
not one happy song.

They say luck is spinning like a wheel
what was up—has turned on its heel—
and in the garden of my life
the flowers have dried up,
my spirit withered, shriveled
and so my spark was snuffed.

I hope the day will come
and we shall meet again—
and then my heart will heal
from this dark daughting pain.

And yet, despite the ills,
the sickness n’ malaise,
I feel You with me now
and every morning— always —
so do not be afraid,
I shall — I will survive—
cos’ there I see the sun rise
and now I feel alive.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
February 16, 2019 | OC, California
Autumn Morning | Kira’s Art

Early Morning 1 ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Kiras Art and Poetry
Early Morning 2 ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Kiras Art and Poetry

בוקר

בוקר וכאן הכל נראה רגוע
—אך בפנים הלב מרגיש כואב, פצוע
וכך עובר לו ערב אחר יום
.ואין מנוס—הכל נראה איום

—פעם העולם היה בהיר שמח
והכל הבהיק באור לבן זורח
אך בין-רגע הכל כך השתבש
.ואין אין יותר ממה להתרגש

—אומרים שהמזל סובב לו כגלגל
מה שהיה למעלה
—פתאום צנח, נפל
ובגינת חיי כל פרח התייבש
.וגם ליבי קמל, נבל והתחלש

בבקרים רוחי איתך תמיד נושבת
—ואותך אני תמיד אוהבת
כולי תקווה כי שוב עוד נפגש
.ועוד נפשי בתוך קרבי תבער כאז—כאש

ואַף עַל פִּי וגם למרות הכל
— באופק כבר אני רואה עולם חדש גדול
אָז בלי יִראָה אני פה עוד ארקוד
בתוך עולם חובק
עולם אוהב
.עולם ורוד
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
 February 16, 2019 | OC, California
Early Morning | Kira’s Art

בוקר Early Morning 3 ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Kiras Art and Poetry

Sometimes I Want

Sometimes I want to say something
but nothing comes to my head—
sometimes I want to say something
but I feel so empty and dead.

Sometimes I want to write something
but the words jumble instead—
everything sounds trite and so boring
like the tandem thoughts in my head.

Sometimes I miss a far distant illusion
of something I wish had occurred—
true love and eternal profusion
that would turn my pain hazy blurred.

But sometimes I sing ever so brightly
the birds in the sky stop to watch—
and they join me together so spritely
kicking my tunes up a notch.

And suddenly I see it all so clearly
and the world sparks again with aglow—
for I feel You as nearly above me
as the shadow of black crows on snow.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
January 13, 2019 | OC, California
For Abba
Kira’s Art | For You I’ll Fly

Sometimes ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks

Happy Birthday

Happy New Year to all and Happy Birthday to my one n’ only son and BFF Asaf Fulks 🎂 May all your days be happy and bright. Keep your feet firmly on the ground and your mind in the 13th Sphere. I love you forever ❤❤❤

When I was young and you a lil’ baby
when you had just come out to see
the world around you, the good and crazy,
I did not know what was to be.

I wished that day
that we will play
and bask in light forever—
to live a life of gentle breeze
to love and laugh and savor.

So many years have passed since then
too many days for me to count
but in the glow of every sunset
I still remember the wish I sent.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
January 1, 2019
Happy Birthday | Kira’s Art | OC Recording Company

Happy New Year Happy Birthday©Yakira Shimoni Fulks 2019

Way Back Then

Way back then
when all was pure and simple
when summer days
were long as Neverland—
way back then
when tunes were rhymes and jingles
I used to wish that life will never end.

Way back then
I used to count the hours
and wished the night
will turn day again—
I longed for breezy
sudden autumn showers
and clouds that sailed
above the fertile plains.

I loved the freshness
of the early winter—
on days when snow
had fallen from the sky
and all had glistened white
with sparkly glitter
way back then before we said Goodbye.

Way back then
nothing seemed to bother
I felt alive and young
and so carefree—
I yearned for the spring
to bloom in all its colors
and whiffed each flower like a thirsty bee.

And now I look back
and I often wonder—
where have all those
marvel moments gone?
and then I hear
a distant clap of thunder
and once again I feel I am reborn.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
October 13, 2018 | OC, California
Kira’s Art | The Lonely Rose

Way Back Then©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

Let the Truth

Let the truth cut through mountains
let it clear the thunderclouds
let the cord of honesty
ring inside you clear and loud.

Guard against a falsehood living
honor all you touch in life
most of all revere the glory
of a world without strife.

Know the night towards justice
becomes darkest before dawn
but in the Halls of the Almighty
falsehood dies and truth be shown.

Let His law cut through mountains
stand up tall before your Lord
know that you can never hide
if you have brought the world discord.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
September 30, 2018 | OC, California
Kira’s ArtNew Year Resolution

 

Let the truth ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

13th Sphere

I fly today to place unknown
from a past now long and gone
I fly away from where I’ve been
from all the things I know and seen
into the blue that lays out there
as high as prayers can ever dare.

Above the crimson sun I fly
into the blue that is Your eye
still deeper into space–
where once upon we knew Your Grace.

As I fly and as I sail
beyond commotion and guttering gales
I see the wake that stretches on
before we cried in Babylon.

To the Garden where we played
before we knew of good and bad–
where we were happy and never sad
and sat together as One—unclad.

I fly to You to 13th Sphere
where all is crisp and very clear
where We will be at last in peace
and where my soul You’ll gently ease.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
Sep. 9, 2018 | OC, California
Kira’s Art | OC Mix Buss The OC Recording Company


13th Sphere©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

13th Sphere©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

13th Sphere©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

13th Sphere©Yakira Shimoni

Special Mention on POETS The Original

Kira Shimoni Fulks, blesses us on POETS The Original with amazing pieces of art complimented with her tremendous poetry, always such amazing rich imagery it is always a delight to read her work, see her art and even more so to engage with her. Thank you Kira for being a part of our community.”–Karen Hayward

So honored and overjoyed to receive this special mention today from the fabulous group ‘Poets the Original’: A community for poets on Google+ and MeWe | Kira’s Art | In My Studio

PoetsTheOriginal

Autumn Morning  

In the city of Angels
high above the trees
I awoke one autumn morning
to the sound of buzzing bees.

My room was sweet with orange scent
a tinge of Fall nipped chilled the air
and the sweep of sky above
held the deepest of my prayers.

Autumn morning flushed Fall colors
of a special blush–
and the blowing breeze caressed me
with a sudden rush.

In the city where the Angels
fly high and far below
with fading warmth of autumn
I basked in God’s soft glow.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
Sept 13, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California
Sep 3, 2018 | OC, California
Kira’s Art | Hollywood

Autumn Morning ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Kiras Art and Poetry

WHO BY CHOICE

Who by choice let go and lost me
his heart he closed to cries and pleas
not again will ever find me
your selfishness is a disease.

Who I am
will never die
and to all that’s gone
I say ‘Goodbye’:

To those who tossed me
and then discarded–
to those who took
and then departed–
whomsoever did not love
and all of those who killed my doves.

Whosoever set out to hurt me
his heart he closed to turn mean
need not come to ever see me
your gratitude you smeared too lean.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
September 2, 2018 | OC, California
Kira’s Art | Shop Now

Who By Choice Painting 25©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

Holy Fire

Lightning flashed and thunder roared,
mountains spewed fire forth
seas heaved and winds blew north
and the earth shook her womb with thrusting force–
gliding over lips of weepers
over vales and further deeper.

וברק הבזיק בזעם רעם
הרים זרמו אש כפעם
הים נפץ רוחו צפונה
–ונזלה הארץ רחמה דרומה
וכך גלשו דמעות של בכי
ממעל על לעומקי הדכי
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
February 1998 | Graymoor,  IL
(excerpt from “Aziza”)
Kira’s Art | California Blazin’

Holy Fire1©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

Holy Fire2©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

Holy Fire3©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

California Blazin’

In her dream one night she saw
fire on the hills
behind the moon the earth was burning
the air was full of chill.

She threw her head back in defiance
her neck stretched up and hard
her stare pierced the cloud of smoke
to see the land was chard.

She flew above the hills
beneath the earth grew red
she bowed her head with cry
her heart was full of dread.

She stood amidst the ashes
shackles on her soul
chained by time and sudden flashes
she bellowed out call.

Then she saw herself standing
by a gate so green
and when the doors open wide
she saw a sight unseen.

In her dreams one night she saw
herself wearing shrouds so white
and then her dream had turn dark
and dreary like the night.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
February 22, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California
Kira’s Art | Crystalline California

California Blazin'1©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art

California Blazin'2©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art

California Blazin'3©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art

California Blazin'4©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art

Jolly Holly Miss Bunny

Lil’ Miss Bunny
went up to Hollywood Hills
she wore a short skirt
and very high heels—
there she met a young fellow
who seemed ‘just from Heaven’
And they hopped
and they humped
until nearly Seven!
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
August 15, 2011 | Hollywood Hills, California
Smokin Hot | Kira’s Art

Jolly Holly Miss Bunny©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art

Smokin’ Hot

Your eyes are like doves, my love,
your hair flock of goats,
your lips are crimson red
of pomegranate in oats,
your thighs are ivory white
and your neck gold and long
Oh, my beloved,
you are a lily among thorns.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
Except for ‘Aziza’
February 1998 | Graymoor, Olympia Fields, IL
Kira’s Art |Moody

Smokin' Hot©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

LOVE HAS TAKEN OVER

Asaf Fulks #newmusic video LOVE HAS TAKEN OVER is #np at YouTube. In Summer 2018 we celebrated my 65th birthday in Jerusalem with our family and friends. Thank you all for making this a memorable time. We were overtaken and strengthened by your love. “As the mountains surround Jerusalem, so the Lord surrounds his people, from this time forth and forevermore.”—Psalm 125:2 | OC Bandwagon | Kira’s Art

LOVE HAS TAKEN OVER

There are times when the heart feels completely full and happy. This is how it was in Summer 2018 as we celebrated Israel’s 70th anniversary and my 65th birthday. Thank you to our family and friends for making this an unforgettable time. We were overtaken by your love. May He who makes Peace in Heaven bring peace upon Jerusalem and the nations soon in our days. Amen. The OC Recording Company | Upon You Jerusalem | Kira’ Art

Asaf Fulks LOVE HAS TAKEN OVER©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

Upon You Jerusalem|אליך ירושלים

Upon you Jerusalem
I’ll shine from up in Heaven
and fill all corners and the East
with love and peace for you to feast.

And I will say: Let life begin–
for every clan and sleeping kin
And you will see how good it is
when I green up the abyss.

And then I’ll weave a multitude of colors
of care and comfort to be just ours–
and where sorrow once did dwell
Your heart with joy will always swell.

אליך ירושלים
אאיר מרום שמים
וממעמקי המזרח
.עם תפילת שלום אזרח

ואומר יהי אור
ויום חדש יתחיל
ואראה כי טוב
.ואפרח כל פרי עץ וירק שתיל

ואשזור משלל צבעים
אהבה וניחומים
ויהי הצער לשמחה
.ולכל איש אשלח ברכה

*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
7/5/2018 Har Adar, Israel
Kira’s Art | Upon Returning

Upon you Jerusalem ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

MOODY MINDY

Moody Mindy in muddy March
likes to walk around the marsh
with her clunky big ol’ boots
pickin’ carrots with their roots.

Moody Mindy in merry May
likes to swim and splash and spray
in her tiny bathing suit
and long pigtails—
she’s so cute!

Moody Mindy in early June
likes to slide around the dunes
kickin’ sand and flyin’ kites
chasin’ bees before they bite.

Moody Mindy has gloomy times
and changes moods just on a dime
if she gets not what she wants
she kicks and screams
and broods and taunts.

But Moody Mindy most of all
likes to crunch dry leaves in Fall
to roast on fire and go on hikes
and sing old songs like lil’ tykes.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
April 29, 2018 | Orange County, California
Kira’s Art | Miss Star

MOODY MINDY ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

Upon Returning | וכך בשובי מארץ מולדת

וכך בשובי מארץ מולדת
נפשי קרסה בקירבי
ברחובות סואנים הלכתי בודדת
.עם שקט נורא מסביבי

רציתי לחוש שוב את חום המולדת
לישון ברחם אימי
לקום בבוקר בחייקה היגע
.להתעורר מחלום תהומי

כך בשובי מארץ מוזהבת
ערגתי לשכון בתוכך
ואם אשכחך אותך ירושלים
.תדבק לשוני אל חייקך
*

Upon returning
from my beautiful homeland
my soul collapsed in my heart,
in busy streets I walk alone
as deafening silence shoots darts.

I long for the warmth
of the place I was born,
and to sleep
with my Mom once again,
to get up in the morning
at dawn with the heavens
and to turn the abyss into glens.

So when I returned from
my sweet golden country,
I longed to dwell within YOU–
And if I ever forget you Oh, Yerushalayim
may my heart forever turn blue.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
July 12, 2018| Orange County, California
For You Jerusalem | Kira’s Art

Jerusalem1©Yakira Shimoni Fulks

Goodbye©Yakira Shimoni Fulks

Har Adar©Yakira Shimoni Fulks

You Are My Homeland | את מולדתי

את את מולדתי
ארץ יהודה ושמעון
כאן הוא ביתי ופה המעון
במישעולי אבותינו
בין קיברות דן ושימשון
אתהלך לי עם גיל זמר
בשדות אשתאול
ובצל האלה
לשולי מעין
נפשי בנועם תפעם
.לעולמי העולם

You are my homeland
the land of Yehuda and Shimon
this is my soil
and here is my home
on the paths
of our forefathers
between the tomes
of Dan and Shimshon
I walk with a humm
in the fields of Eshtaol.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
June 30, 2018 | Eshtaol, Israel
Kira’s Art | Over You Jerusalem

Eshtaol 1©Yakira Shimoni Fulks

Eshtaol 2©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art

Eshtaol 3©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art

Eshtaol 4©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art

Eshtaol 5©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art

Over You Jerusalem | עליך ירושלים

עליך ירושלים
אשקיף ממרומים
ואשלח תפילתי
אליך אלוהים
שתביא לנו ברכה
ושמחה וששון
ולכל העולם
.מפה המקום

Over you Jerusalem
I look from up above
and I send my prayers
to You our God
that you’ll bring us joy
and peace and happiness
to the whole of the world
from this very place.

©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
6/25/2018 | Mount Scopus, Jerusalem

https://kirafulks.com
https://kirasart.com/you-are-my-homeland/

Mt. Scopus 1©Yakira Shimoni Fulks

Mt. Scopus 2©Yakira Shimoni Fulk

When Men Father Children

When men father children
then decide they’ve had enough
and leave to find their fortunes
while their children are scared and scruff.

Who will stay to find solutions
to the mounting sense of dread
of young children who are baffled
and are crying and are sad?

What kind of father is a man
who lives without remorse
of the pain he causes children
with his callousness of force?

What lessons does a father
teach to prime his only son
if he sets to hurt with purpose
and inflict harm on his own?

What examples do young girls
grasp from watching the only man
who is said to be their savior
if their mother he sets to maim?

What is in the message
of a man who lashes out
on his woman and her children
to abandon them without?

Who had given men the power
to bleed and cripple and extort
and to cause such wrenching grief
to the families that they abort?

Who will stay to clean the mess
and assure that sons abound,
don’t repeat their fathers’ follies
when their turn comes around?
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
December 27, 1998 | Graymoor, IL
Put The Weapons DownKira’s art

Fathers day©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art

For You Jerusalem | ולך ירושלים

ולך ירושלים
אזמר שיר מזמור
על שמי התכלת
הפריחה והאור
וישים לך האל
שלווה בחיקך
במהירה בימינו
עוד שלום נברך.

And for you Jerusalem
I sing you a song
for your bright blue sky
and your light that is strong
may God fill you
with a cheerful delight
and may peace be yours
.all our days and our nights
*
Yakira Shimoni Fulks©
June 14, 2018 | Har Adar, Israel
Lost Disks | Kira’s Art

For You Jerusalem 1©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art

For You Jerusalem 2©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art

For You Jerusalem 4©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art

For You Jerusalem 5©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art

Mom and Me ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art

אני החתולה והפרחים

בבוקר בבוקר מוקדם מוקדם
אני קמה עוד בחושך
ויוצאת אל גן
והיא מחכה לי בין הפרחים
החתולה בוריס
ג’ינג’ית קטנה מלאת ילולים.

ושתיינו ביחד הולכות בשבילים
ומשקות צמחים בציליי העצים
קוטפות תפוזים וסלי רימונים
ושרות לזמזום זמר דבורים.

בבוקר בבוקר מוקדם מוקדם
כשהשמש מתעוררת
אני יוצאת אל הגן
ושם לנעימות ציוץ ציפורים
אנחנו רוקדות
רק אני החתולה ומשב הפרחים.

Yakira Shimoni Fulks©
June 4, 2018| Jerusalem, Israel
Over You Jerusalem
Kira’s Art | Love Has Taken Over

Boris the Cat ©Yakira Shimoni FulksArt

Boris the Cat©Yakira Shimoni FulksArt

Boris the Cat©Yakira Shimoni FulksArt

Birthday – Part 4

Thus many birthdays came
some happy some with sorrow,
she saw her life move by
still wishing for new morrows.

This morning she woke up
to face a brand new day,
today she is Sixty five
and here is what she says:

I traveled through the years
to see so many changes,
despite the many tears
my heart with love still rages.

I stumbled and I fell
and got up to continue,
for life is but a tale of
many rings and venues.

The wishes that were given
so many years ago,
are dreams in which I live in
of hopes to reap and sow

Who knows what will come about
just around the bend,
there are so many routes
to reach the promised land.

With vigor in the heart
and hope for better morrows,
today is a brand new start
to fly above the laurels.

Collect the memories
and string them one by one,
then tie them in a wreath
and lay them in the sun.

The past is passed and gone
the future lays out there,
today is what we have
to be the most and share.

Today I am Sixty-five
my bushels are a flow,
today I am still alive
lets sing and dance and glow.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks | Birthday-4 
May 28, 1998 | Olympia Fields, IL
May 28, 2018 | Jerusalem, Israel
Birthday-part-1 | Kira’s Art
We Belong at the Top

Yakira Shimoni Fulks ©Kira's Art

Birthday – Part 3

When she was four years old
her teacher gave a party,
the children wore twig wreaths
their song was plain but hardy.

They dance around the room
holding hand in hand,
the teacher and the mother
joined the happy band.

She stood amongst her peers
and thanked them shy with gleam,
they lifted her up high
to touch the rafts and beams.
*
Birthday-3 ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
May 28, 1998 | Olympia Fields, IL
May 28, 2018 | Jerusalem, Israel
Birthday-part4 | Kira’s Art
13th Sphere

 

Birthday ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks | Kira's Art

Birthday – Part 2

When she was two year old
with white dress and a ribbon,
her hand she gave to hold
her legs still soft had jiggled.

The father held the child
and helped her take a step,
the tyke he swung up wild
with vigor and strong pep.

Later in the day
they came to be together,
the children sang and played
despite the stormy weather.

She was their little princess
her skin was soft and fair,
her hair a mess of ringlets
her stare was strong with dare.

They wished for her to grow
to be their pride and joy,
they gave her gifts and bows
and she was shy and coy.
*
Birthday-2 ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
May 28, 1998 | Olympia Fields, IL
May 28, 2018 | Jerusalem, Israel
Birthday-part-3 Lost Disks | Kira’s Art

Birthday©Yakira Shimoni Fulks | Kira'sArt

Birthday – Part 1

When she was one year old
her mother tied a ribbon,
her head was small and bold
and kept on slightly bobbing.

The mother and her babe
stood in a field of rocks,
they squeezed their eyes and smiled
at a man with a picture box.

The mother young and pretty
looked forth with fortitude,
she held firm her baby
who cocked with attitude.

When evening came along
the family had gathered,
to sing a happy song
with wishes light as feathers.

The baby sat and played
with gifts that they had brought,
a horse and beads of clay
a treasure to be hold.

She cooed with childish smiles
no worry did she feel,
they looked at her beguiled
with love their fate they sealed.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks | Birthday-1
May 28, 1998 | Olympia Fields, IL
May 28, 2018 | Jerusalem, Israel
Birthday-part-2 | Kira’s Art
Under The Noon Light

 

Birthday ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks | Kira'sArt

Come Hold My Hand

Come hold my hand and walk with me
by the orange n’ lemon trees
hold my hand
and never let it go.

Come see the beauty of the day
the lazy clouds and birds at play
and purple flowers
on the hills below.

Come sing the morning song with me
dance aloud and jump up free
see the glory
of this dazzlin’ show.

Come hold my hand and walk with me
the two of us, just I and Thee,
I’ll hold your hand
and never let you go.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
January 1, 2015 | OC, California
Kira’s Art| Holdin’ Me Down
Crystalline California 

Come Hold My Hand ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks

The Lonely Rose

Narrow minds and futile battles
shatter dreams that could have been
gone illusions of graceful living
seeking meaning in between.

Falling down and getting up
stumbling all along
to find a balance in a life
that lost its morning song.

Broken glass and tall closed gates
barefoot walking on hot sand
feeling endless wishes burning
and hopes that never end.

Longing for a peaceful respite
from a world that only knows
the price of every little thing
but doesn’t value a lonely rose.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
July 3, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California
Shop | The Betrayal | Kira’s Art
Wipe Away Our Shadow 

The Lonely Rose Painting63©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

On Mother’s Day

On Mother’s Day one Sunday morning
I woke up all alone,
a million mothers went to march
shouting out their scorn.

They called to stop the violence
demanding gun control,
they said our children would be safer
and society as a whole.

I sat alone–my kids were gone–
my thoughts wandered far away,
I pondered what would make a difference
the loss of kinder to keep at bay.

And so I thought:
The rage our children feel inside
would not be stopped by passing laws,
it is the tender loving care
that will further ease their blows.

It takes much more than shouting out
and protesting out in malls,
it takes a heap of care and tending
to save our children’s souls.

Society cannot be tamed
by passing rules and legislation,
the only way to save our system
is teach our children ’bout compassion.

It’s not enough to utter words,
it’s not enough to say we care,
it’s not enough to raise our banners
if kids are left to their despair.

It is the teaching in the home
the way parents give respect
and how they honor themselves n’ others
that show kids just how to act.

It is the constant concentration
the care and tending in every day
which parents give despite affliction–
to save a child from falling prey.

If babes are valued and respected,
if they receive their due esteem,
they will give back what they received
and yield beyond our wildest dreams.

For citizens of any land
can live together in peace and truce,
if early on they are self-governed
with bits of love, respect and truth.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
May 14, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California
Kira’s Art | Mother and Child

Mothers Day ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

Kira Cross-Continental

Call me Kira cross-continental😃My first international order is on its way to Taiwan. Our darling friend Amanda choose my Sassy No. 4 drawing as her Mother’s Day gift–I am so thrilled! Thank you Amanda–Happy Mother’s Day! Motherhood becomes you! Bon Voyage! Enjoy! Kira’s Art | Sassy

Kira Cross Continental©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art

הלילה חלמתי

הלילה חלמתי שאיתי פה היית
ואותי עם שמיכה לבנה כך כיסית
וחיבקת אותי חזק אל ליבך
וזמזמת מזמור של ילדות מתוקה

בבוקר נדמה לי שכאן, פה, היית
עם ידי בידך סיפורים לי הגית
וסודות על דברים שהיו ועברו
המילים שלחשת את עורי צמררו

הרוח נשבה לה מתוך החלון
לפתע העיפה את כנפי הוילון
ומשב של אויר נפח את נפשי
ורטט פעם בליבי

גם הלילה הרגשתי שפה, כאן, היית
וסיפרת על דברים חדשים שחזית
על חיים מתמשכים במרחב הגדול
מעבר לאופק והים הכחול

*
לאחי אהוד שמעוני ז”ל—For my brother Ehud Shimoni
@Yakira Shimoni Fulks
April 24, 2017 | OC California
Kira’s ArtCry For You

הלילה חלמתי ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks | Kira's Art

I Dreamt You Were Here

I dreamt you were here
with me last night,
you covered my heart
with blankets so white,
and you laid next to me—
right here by my side,
humming a hymn of a childhood that died.

In morning I sensed
you were here in my room,
hand in hand we recounted
a life that had bloomed,
and secrets of days
that have passed and are gone—
the words that were whispered
made my skin crawl at dawn.

A gust of wind blew thru the window
and puffed the curtains apart–
and the burst tore my soul into limbo
and trembled the strings of my heart.

Tonight I felt you were here
right with me—
and you told me of new things
and places you’ve seen—
of a life everlasting
in the great green space
beyond the horizon and the blue universe.
*
For my brother Ehud Shimoni R.I.P.
@Yakira Shimoni Fulks
April 21, 2018 | OC, California
Cry For You | Dreams on Stormy Night | Kira’s Art

I Dreamt ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

Asaf Fulks GREEN ROSES ft. Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art

Green Roses is #np! Asaf Fulks takes us on a one of a kind musical trip with his pop / rock / indie / edm / hip hop / rnb classic Green Roses! The song features a 3/4 time signature, is tuned to 444 Hz scale and is featured on Asaf Fulks debut solo album OC Express!

Executive Producer: Asaf Fulks
Original Songwriting: Jason “Frogg” Rhodes, Asaf Fulks, Yakira Shimoni Fulks
Original Music Production | Recording | Mixing | Mastering: Asaf Fulks
Video Production: Asaf Fulks & Yakira Shimoni Fulks
Artwork: Yakira Shimoni Fulks

OC Express | Kira’s Art
ITUNES: http://apple.co/2wd0Bq0
AMAZON: http://amzn.to/2v0mRPx
SPOTIFY: http://bit.ly/2w8DvS1

The Hope | Hatikva

כֹּל עוֹד בַּלֵּבָב פְּנִימָה
נֶפֶשׁ יְהוּדִי הוֹמִיָּה,
וּלְפַאֲתֵי מִזְרָח, קָדִימָה,
עַיִן לְצִיּוֹן צוֹפִיָּה,

עוֹד לֹא אָבְדָה תִּקְוָתֵנוּ,
הַתִּקְוָה בַּת שְׁנוֹת אַלְפַּיִם,
לִהְיוֹת עַם חָפְשִׁי בְּאַרְצֵנוּ,
אֶרֶץ צִיּוֹן וִירוּשָׁלַיִם.

As long as in the heart within
The Jewish soul yearns
And toward the eastern edges, onward
An eye gazes toward Zion

Our hope is not yet lost
The hope that is two-thousand years old
To be a free nation in our land
.The Land of Zion, Jerusalem
*
For You Jerusalem | Love Has Taken Over | Kira’s Art

 

For You Jerusalem3 ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks | Kira'sArt

It’s a Gray Day

It’s a gray day, gray day,
I want to sing, I want to play,
I want to swing, I want to sway,
I want to splash in ocean spray—
I do not need the sun or rays
to be happy, light and gay—
Oh, gray day, gray day,
stay awhile then slip away.

יום אפור, יום אפור
אני רוצה לשיר, אני רוצה לדהור
אני רוצה להתנדנד
לצחוק מפרח מדגדג
אני רוצה לצלול, לרוץ
לצאת לראות דברים בחוץ
לא צריך רק יום של שמש
—לצהול ולהתענג
היום הוא יום אפור
אבל בפנים הלב חוגג
*
יקירה שמעוני פולקס
 ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
April 4, 2018 | OC, California
California Landscapes | Kira’s Art

GRAY DAYS©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

Asaf Fulks CONSEQUENCES ft. Kira’s Art

Asaf Fulks newly released music video CONSEQUENCES blends a Top 40, Pop, R&B, Trap, Electronic, Dance and Hip Hop elements in this contemporary smash single!

Vocals: Asaf Fulks | Lyrics: Asaf Fulks & Yakira Shimoni Fulks | Music Production: Asaf Fulks & A. B.
Recording, Mixing, Mastering: Asaf Fulks | Videography: Asaf Fulks and Yakira Shimoni Fulks
Kira’s Art | OC Bandwagon | Mamacita Fuego

Monday Morning

Is this the morning light I see?
She whispered in her slumber
her head she curled into her knees
her hair a flare of amber.

Back to her dreams she wished to run
and reach beyond the heat of sun
to a place from which unfold
fantastic tales to live and hold.

Is this the morning air I feel?
She stirred under the covers
her body sensed the breeze of trees
her skin began to shiver.

In maze of time she longed to run
fancy free and full of fun
in dreams of days which roll in spools
in visions lovely–not so cruel.

Is this the morning song I hear?
she sunk back into the pillow
sweet strain of harp from Paradise
still quivered soft and mellow.

She wrapped herself into the sheet
the whiteness of the Heavens
and found herself close to a dream—
but now it was past seven.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
May 24, 1998 | Olympia Fields, Illinois
Kira’s Art | Morning Song

Monday Morning @Yakira Shimoni Fulks | Kira's Art

MY PRIMAL CRY: Poems by Yakira Shimoni Fulks

MY PRIMAL CRY by Yakira Shimoni Fulks is a collection of poems portraying the wide gamut of emotions one may experience in modern society. The poems evoke a feeling of intimacy laced with mysticism and often incorporate elements of nature to contemplate the Divine. Kira surveys a host of themes from the peaks and valleys of relationships to challenges and faith. Her poems enlighten, inspire the reader with the potential to transcend time and place.
When Death Lands | Kira’s Art

My Primal Cry ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks | Kira's Art

In the Sky

In the sky there was an eagle
flying high above the ground
and his shadow traveled westward
racing fast without a sound.

And the seagull over water
hovered silent in his track
as he watched his own reflection
sailing with him back to back.

Black old crows raved up their solo
and an owl sat and cooed
at the tip of one tall cypress
that rocked him gently as it could.

Humming birds brightly colored
quivered fast among the leaves
and the robins came to shelter
their baby young below the eaves.

In the sky there were so many
flying creatures of all kind
soaking up the evening sunshine
slowing down as they unwind.

And I stood there oh, so happy
wondering how it all began
when I felt YOU deep inside me
and knew that life will never end.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
June 3, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California 
Come Sing| Kira’s Art

In the Sky ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art

List of Art Exhibits

Below is a list of Kira’s Art Exhibits:

A Winter Window
Flossmoor Library, Flossmoor, Illinois
February 1998

March Ahead
Flossmoor Library, Flossmoor, Illinois
March 1998

Alumni Benefit Art Auction
Barat College, Lake Forest, Illinois
April 1998

A Cry Of Horror
Atelje Galleri, Geneva, Illinois
May 1998

Silent Victims
Domestic Violence Exhibit
State Capital Rotunda, Springfield, Illinois
Sponsored by: The Illinois Coalition against Domestic Violence (ICADV)
Exhibit Curetted by: Woman Made Gallery, Chicago, Illinois
October 1-31, 1998

From My Window
One Woman Exhibition of Original Acrylics on Canvas
Atelje Galleri in association with Gallery 1291/2
Geneva, Illinois
November 6-29, 1998

Coming Home
The Alumni Exhibition
Featuring: Painter Kira Fulks, Watercolor artist Barbara Heine and Photographer Sandra Medez
Sponsored by: The Prairie State Foundation
Prairie State College, Chicago Heights, Illinois
December 4-January 15 1999

A Winter Show
Meziere Auction House and Gallery
Dallas Texas
December 1998-February 1999

Fields Of Color
Marshall Fields Fine Art Gallery
Chicago, Illinois

On The Move
Gallery 129 1/2
Norfolk, Virginia

Memorial For Sister Green
Paintings No. 14 & 17 donated in memoriam
Barat College Library
Lake Forest Illinois
May 1999

New Faces
Summer Show
Gallery 129 1/2
Geneva, Illinois
July 1999

The Leelanau School Art Auction
The Leelanau School
Glen Arbor, Michigan
October 1999

My Primal Cry
One Woman Show
DYS Analytics
Wellesley, Massachusetts
December 1999

Go Figure
Artists Interpret the Human Form
Group show
Sulkin/Secant Gallery
Bergamot Station
Santa Monica, California
April-June 2000
PaintingsKira’s Art

List of Exhibits ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

In the Middle of My Life

In the middle of my life
I found myself alone,
walking down the road
all my dreams were gone,
feeling numb inside
shocked into a shell,
wondering what to do
where to live or dwell.

Burdened by a past
that left me bruised and maimed,
I stumbled everyday
a purpose to regain,
to find another dream
to carry me along,
a hope, a wish or vision
to bring my heart a song.

Half way through my life
I wished to simply sleep,
to not awake again,
to never cry and weep,
to find a different world
in which there is no pain,
to let my soul find rest
and wash away the stain.

I held to every moment
with every tooth and nail,
trying to be strong,
hoping not to fail,
looking to the stars
to guide me through the dark,
to give me but a clue
and light a little spark.

In the middle of my life
I wanted all to end,
and yet each day I woke
in sorrow or disdain,
I knew I must go on,
I knew I should not quit—
for this is but a course
in God’s prerequisite.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
July 13, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California
Shop NowKira’s ArtWalkin On A Wire

In the Middle of My Life ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks

Out of Nowhere

Out of nowhere in the middle of the night
came a great big thunder
and a great big light
it traveled fast down the mountain
chasing about
with fury and rage carving a route.

The light flashed bright the sky
and the sliver of moon
and the thunder rocked the flowers
that napped in their bloom
as the earth shook astounded
at the sudden assault
and all those who turned
became pillars of salt.

Out of nowhere in the middle of the night
when all was quiet
save for souls in their flight
the sky broke open and out of the dark
there appeared out of nowhere
a great bright arc.

It stretched up above reaching
further and higher
as it rooted itself in a puddle of fire
and it traveled across
the broadness of space
and anchored itself
on my head with such grace.
*
© Yakira Shimoni Fulks
March 11, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California
Sundays at The CoveKira’s Art

Out of Nowhere ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks

Ehud Shimoni King of Hollywood

Thank you all for the outpouring love for Ehud and our family. I felt the gigantic hug from around the world and it made me feel happy, in a bitter sweet sort of way. Happy that Ehud is remembered and loved, for as long as one is remembered he is alive. I went to my dentist in Hollywood today. It was a tough day all around, the drive, the drill and four years since I drove up the mountain to Ehud’s house to take him back home to another mountain in Jerusalem. I debated if to go up there today. As I approached downtown and saw the white sign sparkle in the bright blue sky with his house nestled in the hill below and I decided to keep the memory of him as he was, full of life and sparkles, the King of Hollywood. That’s how I remember him–and that’s where he will always be, at the top of the mountain–his blue eyes sparkling brightly over the City of Angeles over the rainbows in the far far Land of Lala✡❤💎

תודה חמה לכולכם על האהבה לאהוד ולמשפחתנו. הרגשתי חיבוק ענקי מכל העולם ששימח אותי בצורה מתוקה/מרירה. שימח שאהוד זכור ונאהב, שהרי אדם חי כל עוד שמישהו זוכר אותו. אז אהוד חי חי וקים! הלכתי היום לרופא השיניים שלי בהוליווד. זה היה יום קשה, הנסיעה, הסתימה, וארבע שנים מאז שנסעתי במעלה ההר אל ביתו של אהוד כדי לקחת אותו בחזרה הביתה להר אחר בירושלים. התלבטתי אם לעלות לשם היום. כשהתקרבתי למרכז העיר, ראיתי את השלט הלבן של הליווד נוצץ בשמים הכחולים וביתו של אהוד שוכן על הגבעה שמתחתיו, והחלטתי לשמור את הזיכרון שלו, מלא חיים וניצוצים, מלך הוליווד! כך אני זוכרת אותו ושם הוא תמיד יהיה, בראש ההר, עיניו הכחולות נוצצות מעל עיר המלאכים מהארץ הרחוקה של לה לה Cry For YouKira’s Art

Ehud Shimoni King Of Hollywood ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art

Cry For You

It’s been 6 years since you left Ehud Shimoni–We miss you and love you!

It’s been so long since you’ve been gone
I feel so sad and so alone
The skies were blue and now are gray
I think of you each night each day

And all I wanna do is cry for you
And all I wanna do is cry
cry cry cry for you
Into my dreams you come along
I hear your sound I sing your song
When I wake from dreams of you–
I feel a pain I never knew

I feel you in my heart, I feel you
Where did you go to I miss you, I miss you
Why did you leave me alone?
Oh, where are you now oh, Oh I miss you,
I need you I want you,
I want you to please come home

The City lights had turned dim
The hills and stars no longer beam
Another day without you here
I feel alone and hold my tears
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
Feb 28, 2015 | Orange County, California
King Of Hollywood | OC Express 

Welcome to My World

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