Poetry for ChangeIs now available for sale at the following site.
https://books.friesenpress.com/store/title/119734000153127078
In the next few weeks it will be available everywhere else: ingramspark, iTunes, Googlebooks, nook, Kindle, Amazon books.
I’m so excited!
I hope you enjoy it!
I’m an addict
And I know it!
I revere two of the three Cs:
Coffee, candy, and cigarettes.
I love my coffee alone with my contemplation
Of life, likes, posts, news, like a great commotion,
Flitting from one to the next trying to see
What’s best before I rest to be free.
Posts galore and replies of mine
Make my day, as the taste of Coffee
Feels like a sinful pleasure.
With my dark drink, I bite into chocolate,
And drift into a coma at heaven’s gate.
I savor the sweetness along the strength
Of body of the coffee and it’s bitterness.
Life with the morning rituals
Cake, candy, chocolate, coffee and sweets
Is like life without a hero like Ferrero,
Or Cadbury, Mars, KitKat, and Aero!
Raising the bar in a day filled
With noise, poised to litter the mind
With fear, worry, and being drear!
So my habitual start is set in stone:
Coffee, contemplation, quiet that have
A lead to social media, news, where I refuse
To succumb to its dadarkness
That needs to twist your morning addictions
Into a depressive, foggy darkness.
Let your coffee’s wisdom fill
Your empty cup with hope that will
Reject to solidify into despair,
But reaches in your depths to repair.
I can’t believe how well some of you have received my and liked my poetry and writing. With every like or follow I feel like I have a hand in helping someone achieve a goal. It’s like having friends and supporters of like minds. Thank you all! 💗
So men have gotten the fame they desire!
An entire day to their name! Who will enjoy it?
Who will cherish it?
Who will value the importance of it?
Who will disregard it?
Who will relate to it?
Who will abuse the power it lelt?
I know not!
What I do know is that men have a bad rap
History has turned them into a patriarchy crap
That has defined a man’s role in society,
Trying vainly to bind them into labels that are sappy.
Men and women are different. Let’s celebrate that!
Enjoy the opportunity to meld minds together,
Enjoy being amorous, friends, sons, daughter,
Binary opposites who need one another.
Don’t let social needs rule your ethics and values,
Generally, women are greater nurtures,
While men have a greater ability to withstand
Handle, and shoulder problems that grind
The heart and mind into dust, if their strength
Weren’t obvious in its existence in each breath.
Listen to the the father, son, brother talking:
They discuss how to provide for their family’s being
Proud of their conduct as they also give of themselves
To their ‘women’, children, friends, and careers.
Never underestimate the support that both
Generate to help survive in a world where debauchery,
Sin, gaslighting, deriding, racial slurring, iniquity
Are all part of our social order, that we deem both
A Necessary evil and a required critique of the unacceptable.
For change and acceptance to occur,
Time, teaching, learning, understanding don’t slur
The values of humanity, rather, they enforce them
By being more charitable, helpful, and adaptive.
Happy Easter everyone, I hope being with family has alleviated some of your stress! Enjoy every moment of any holiday as life, as we’ve found out this pandemic year, is precious but ephemeral.
With spring comes the necessity of all that’s new,
New life, babies, flings, relationships, and few
Appreciate the changes that swing in spring.
The wind lightens into a soothing breeze,
The sun warms your frozen new bones to appease
Your growing need to bask in the sun’s kiss.
As the rain drips, falls, and poors into the solified
Ground that has preserved life in a cryogenic state
That keeps everything in a scenic embrace as if framed.
Framed by what looks like a dying ecosystemed
That slowly crawls back to life like a recently awakened
Turtle ambling at a lollylag pace that seems to Creep.
Time, like the turtle, inches forward trying to break your bones,
That solid structure that holds your flesh in place, tries
To keep you from embarrassment by keeping you upright.
However, time, the unseen entity, ephemeral, and intangible
Runs like an athlete, seeping your youth, turning it
To wisdom, faith, uniqueness, healing, power in old age.
Espouse your frailty by striving for perfection
Knowing only God adheres to that image,
While ‘man’ is inherently flawed but humane.
