Poetry for ChangeI'm a Canadian whose life has been interesting as I've lived in Developing countries and here. The contrast of law, order, and amenities available to us Canadians (which we take for granted, sometimes) to war torn civil wars is enormous. It leaves an influence upon the soul that cries out for justice. My poetry and writing reflect that and more.
Couldn’t type! Besides with writing it out, I can edit when it’s complete! All those victims of abuse of Indigenous genres: raise your voices together! Only then will they make any change happen!
How to make:
Dice a small onion and saute
Add either fresh or frozen spinach to the pan and let the water evaporate
Salam and pepper & oregano
Cheese of choice: feta, parm, cheddar mix, mozzarella
Scramble eggs with a bit of milk and add to pan. Leave for 2-3 minutes before adding cheese and wrap on top
Flip it so wrap turns golden brown and cheese melts
Serve and enjoy with tomatoes on the side
Mom, mother, teacher, friend,
Marvelous in her love to spend
Making everything her kids loved.
Overly concerned with the successes
Of those that are hers,
Often, she sacrifices all at her expenses.
The fear she feels evaporates
Then, turns to a laugh at their cackles,
Yet, twists into tears at their hurts.
Her love is tender, at times harsh,
Her knowing it’s better we hear her lash
Her anger, rather than an outsider becoming brash.
Entirely too much depends on her love,
Every day that passes without it is a dark cave
Encompassing our fright in the depth of cognizance.
Radiate, roving remembrance really
Revolving around her compassionately
Rightful heart, whose endless in its empathy.
Meet Me Halfway, exert from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed. Yes I did things Halfway sometimes, but it motivates me into compromise and acceptance.
Exert from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed. It’s available on all eplatforms, iTunes, Googlebooks, Amazon.com, Kindle, kobo, Barnes and noble, friesenpress.com, Indigo.com., paperback and hardcover.
Beauty of books leave nothing to imagerY
Only creating worlds in academiA
Overflowing with all that can be imagineD:
Kings, queens, courtiers, all in a booK.
Devils and monsters dancing in affetuosO
Anger and depression dumped in aerophotO
Yet, we vent them in books that only boB.
I can’t believe some people don’t enjoy writing anymore. Don’t forget all the abbreviations!!!
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