Thank you for the honor and your hard work. I always wait impatiently for your comments. Thank you
CHIAROSCURO Chained light, Heavenly bright Incessant shadow, don’t Avert the radiance of justce Reflecting right’s light Offering hope when despair is Somewhat easier to drown in, while Courage to fight the battles of equality Under the umbrella of darkened power Revealed in rays that shine a ritulant glow Over the dispossessed of humanity’s light.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Thank you for inspiring me to continue to voice my thoughts in writing that appears to be pleasing.
Love’s Masks
Share your inner thoughts, ideas, ideals, That power your imagination and hails Down upon you, admiration, envy that entails You have to choose who needs some derails.
Today, we hide behind our likes, Our social media personae that drives Our self-esteem into the grounds If it’s not up to par with our peers.
Why do we hide? Is intimacy such a bad ride, That you need masks to keep all inside?
Or do you soar in flight Fall, shatter, break, and give only a bite Out of the ball, then turn it into a free for all?
Love’s power only grows As love is exchanged and plows Dissent into an abyss of darkness
Where it’s devoured by happiness Of love shared and empowers hopefulness In a world that dictates the reign of the Ego.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
One lonely Boy, shy Tries making A friend flying Into the unknown, Lonely. One. Loneliest Number ever. It tests hardest When you’re surrounded by familys’ Best, whose envy alienates you farthest.
Standing alone with a whirring world That’s confusing, struggling blind, Into unknowns that surround, Bind your moves. Loud Is the thunder around That drowns bad Decisions Needing Greater Care.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Thank you for the honor and your hard work. The day i get a review is always a good one, whether it’s good or bad is irrelevant to me, as I want a reaction.
We Did Everything
We did all we could … Yet, genocide is as deadly as beheading, Death is as real as your breathing, Living is as traumatic as a horrifying cloud.
We did all we could … But child amputees are running marathons To survive but another day as pawns Of politics that’s gross as it hammered
That “We did all we could”, clause That left pregnant mothers to die, Elderly to fry in fire’s explosive dye, Fathers to be scattered in pieces in cruel cries
That “We did all we could”, was Said to assuage politicians’ conscious While knowing their endeavors were shackled in pious Prison, whose doctrine permits rapes,
Whose haze in, “We did all we could”, Evaporates in the fog of time that flies Without scheduling its prime in trauma that cries Out to be understood, yet, their voices loud
And proud in the hopeful quagmire of guilt Of surviving, whole or not, presses In the abyss of despair where hopeless Orphaned, erased families, press to built.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Scare, tremble, jump, at the sound: ‘Beep, Beep’, the roadrunner makes Screaming his arrival, quietly, takes A great toll of Cayote, who’s always found
Unsuspecting of a visit from a ‘frienemy’ Whose competitive nature shines As he beeps to alert the predator, in lines Simple as can be, that he’s the enemy.
The cartoon is a live memory Of laughter and smiles at antics That astound, still ground a laugh as he picks A ledge to scare to Cayote over hi folly
For being unprepared for the Beep, Beep that always makes him aware That prey and predator revere Playing games with each, taking a leap
Of faith the trick will work, as Roarunner Gleefully watches Cayote’s fall From grace in a rolling ball Hitting obstacles as he laughs like a hyena.
Those were the days of innocence That steered our lives into pranks That got either laughs or cries that packs Quite a punch in either case.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Thank you for the accolade and your hard work. It’s highly appreciated.
We Did Everything
We did all we could … Yet, genocide is as deadly as beheading, Death is as real as your breathing, Living is as traumatic as a horrifying cloud.
We did all we could … But child amputees are running marathons To survive but another day as pawns Of politics that’s gross as it hammered
That “We did all we could”, clause That left pregnant mothers to die, Elderly to fry in fire’s explosive dye, Fathers to be scattered in pieces in cruel cries
That “We did all we could”, was Said to assuage politicians’ conscious While knowing their endeavors were shackled in pious Prison, whose doctrine permits rapes,
Whose haze in, “We did all we could”, Evaporates in the fog of time that flies Without scheduling its prime in trauma that cries Out to be understood, yet, their voices loud
And proud in the hopeful quagmire of guilt Of surviving, whole or not, presses In the abyss of despair where hopeless Orphaned, erased families, press to built.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Dear Thanksgiving, Your presence among us is heartening, It elevates our appreciation for the thing We have or don’t have, we are harvesting
The sows of our deeds, those We’ve planted throughout the years, in rows Watching, waiting their blossoming woes Interceding, only when needed like crows
We broadcast our successes, never Our failures, though we learn never to cower From the latter, as they build character. Be kindly appreciative, live in acceptance better.
Our obsession of sharing has become a groveler
For attention when the creator Has provided senses, nature, power Of knowledge, might, imagination that languish If not bolstered by appreciation for the giver.
Keep us honest and return daily Reminding us that deity Is a necessity for hope’s flighty Flight Into overcoming gravity.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Poetry for Change 