As the countdown to 2023 starts, My mind takes a long look behind And wonders what wishes, surprises Are in store for 2024 that won’t stand Down to the tests of time.
I wish for a world of peace I wish for a world without violence, I wish for justice to prevail, I wish for family strength and unity, I wish for a world that’s compassionate and humane, I wish for honesty to triumph over lies, I wish that this society’s rules made sense, I wish, I wish, I wish…
Wishing for something and achieving Your goal are separate indeed, as Working hard drives you to attaining Your objective, while just wishing for it to lands In your lap will never happen!
I used to hate dogs as a child, as our guard dog, a Doberman, at the time, hat been out of his cage without my knowledge. It was a special day, I was wearing a red skirt and white top, with 2 brown braids over my shoulders. I ran into the yard, excited, speaking loudly to be heard over the sound of my siblings’ loud voices, suddenly, I felt a huge weight on my shoulders, and a heavy breath exhaling, as the dog quickly snapped on my braids. I screamed and ran, unknowing he’d be right behind me! A friend caught me by the arm and moved me out of the dog’s way, as something else attracted its attention. Since then, I’ve always been scared of dog’s, till we got our GSD, puppy Zeus. We was so tiny, a ball of affection, but nippy. He became my protector and was jealous of my husband if he came close to me. Zeus would move his entire cage to get to me if he felt I was unhappy or threatened.
From then on, I have a loving relationship with GSDs. The picture is of our current GSD, Sly, taking a well-earned moment after chasing a ball!
Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live?
The years I’d relive are the births of my babies. Each was special in their own way, but with my first, the adjustment to having a baby and other responsibilities made the enjoyment of the experience limited in that my body needed rest and had to adjust to a lot of changes at once. So yes, I’d love to revisit each birth individually and appreciate each miracle of birth and motherhood with less demands on my time.
My poetry book: Perfectly Flawed poetry for change is available at Amazon.com, iTunes, Googlebooks, Barnes and noble, Kindle, and Kobo.
Each historical event is told from the victor’s perspective. That, unfortunately, always overlooks the degradation, destruction, inhumane treatment of the ‘other’, and the installation of a way of thinking that reduces the aggressed to a creature that lacks human characteristics. Examples of this are historically documented, from the Romans, Moguls, British, French, and more recently German, Russia, and Israel. They all invaded, divided, conquered, then they leave with their stamp that is un-erasable, as they instill a belief in the conquered that they are less than the conqueror in: civilization, language, religion, knowledge…
I’d like a version of history that’s unbiased, just, honest in its retelling of historical facts and events that occurred, rather than the beautified/ bastardized versions taught in schools that promote and propagate the conqueror’s agenda.
Below are links to my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, and an anthology that has one of my poems:
Her head, slightly tilted up, looking Into his beautiful chocalaty eyes Swarming with love, passion, striving To impart his longing to listen to her piano’s
Rendition of an Austrian waltz, Stiring his passions for her innocence, Compassion, and adaptability that’s the cause Of his unfailing support for her patience,
That’s infallible in her haloed Reverence for their rhythm and harmony In a life filled with shared experiences, favored With laughter ringing with a clarity
That resonates within the heart, Making its flutter call out their names When you feel their need for your part Of a hug, kiss, even a game played that aims
To not only fill them with cheer for their Peers, but also teaches morals And ethics that help stabilize greater Community unity that propels
The certainty that although life, Tech, health fluctuate, our strength Of belief in one another’s humanity’s care For its perseverance in the face of adversity, at length
Will never drop its compassion, Survival when faced with injustice, confusion.
I’ve been working on submitting my new poetry book to 2 sites, hoping one will pick it up. It’s harder than you think it is, as I already have the poetry written. However, the problem is the organization of the poems under 3 themes, which will make it more manageable. I’m struggling too with the time I need to pit into it, knowing I have a deadline and balancing my duties and work. I miss the simplicity of just writing for myself. On the other hand, I feel like I’ve grown beyond that, since I have things to share with the world.
Above is the link to my first collection of poems, in the book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, that’s on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards. Another poem: Oh Woman, was published a week ago in ArLiJo, Gival press, another is published in Unseal Your Power: https://amzn.to/47RpSFt
My book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, has made it on the finalist list in the poetry category. I’m flabbergasted by the honor of being included on the list.
My favorite night escape is being home, alone, or surrounded by people I love. While alone, I’m more likely to be productive and write something new or apply for the varied writing contests. On the other hand, while I’m with my tribe, I store the happiness, smiles for darker days to shine a light on them.