Thank you for the honor, your hard work, and collaboration.
The simple joy of stringing words together to convey your innermost feelings is a great challenge, as well as going out of my comfort zone. I’m flabbergasted by the support of my followers and their input.
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.
FEAR Fear: fast heart beats feasting feverishly Every time fear ramps serotonin quickly, Amply avid in avoiding pain, fastidious in Remaining alive to tell the tale of FEAR. FEAR
BREATHE … Barely breathing, the brain astoundingly Reveals its respiratory ease, by reviewing Every fear, entering the data, waiting Another moment for analysis, wading, Through the morass of a lack of logic, Hearing only haloed heartbeats, heaving. Eternally aware of time flowing: BREATHE. BREATHE ..
THINK … Through and push through thinking Halves my reasoning, homing only on survival Instead of clarity of thought, Never receiving the memo of Knowing that ‘fight or flight’ is all in a knot. THINK. THINK …
ACT … Actively, arduously permitting action that Covers slippery seconds of being frozen, while Time reveals your success, failure, and your missing fervor. ACT …
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.
We’re being bombarded, daily, By subliminal messages, hourly, Whispers of drugs, violence, alcoholics’ enduced hazes, minutely, Incorporated in ALL media, compulsively.
Resistance is Futile …
Words, sounds, images coalesce Into an indoctrinated presence That’s insidious in its convergence Into your mind, creating a blinding trace
For behaviors that are incongruent With ‘our’ Ideals of humanity, that are esculent By mediocrity of addiction becoming permanent, As our dependence skyrockets into exponent …
‘Resitance is Futile’ …
As our struggles persist, our Vision, imagination, purveyor Of our strength of cohesion, flutter Into a bud that flourishes in power.
As ‘Resistance is Futile’,
Our obstacles remain tangible, Yet, clearly, unattainable. The need to strive to be corrigible Is embedded in our DNA, for hope is always tenable.
Thus: ‘Resitance is (Not) Futile.’
*1. Star Treck, the Borgh, a a cyborg entity trying to Conquer worlds, says this to Captain Pickard when they wish to invade earth.
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.
We’re being bombarded, daily, By subliminal messages, hourly, Whispers of drugs, violence, alcoholics’ enduced hazes, minutely, Incorporated in ALL media, compulsively.
Resistance is Futile …
Words, sounds, images coalesce Into an indoctrinated presence That’s insidious in its convergence Into your mind, creating a blinding trace
For behaviors that are incongruent With ‘our’ Ideals of humanity, that are esculent By mediocrity of addiction becoming permanent, As our dependence skyrockets into exponent …
‘Resitance is Futile’ …
As our struggles persist, our Vision, imagination, purveyor Of our strength of cohesion, flutter Into a bud that flourishes in power.
As ‘Resistance is Futile’,
Our obstacles remain tangible, Yet, clearly, unattainable. The need to strive to be corrigible Is embedded in our DNA, for hope is always tenable.
Thus: ‘Resitance is (Not) Futile.’
*1. Star Treck, the Borgh, a a cyborg entity trying to Conquer worlds, says this to Captain Pickard when they wish to invade earth.
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.
Amadé, a change of name that came With fame But his genius compositions only improved, His soul was a part of his music, recorded For all to critique, enjoy, the Heartbeat Waltz in a flame
Of cadence whose tempo flies into dance To uplift the soul from the succulant morass, The speed of the rhythm, consonance, Modulation play together in harmony of place
And time to enjoy the emotional Highs, lows, serene notes that Help the soul soar into a world whose bat Of destruction frolics under the guise of corporeal
Sensuality innate in passionate humanity, For without its imaginative freedom Hope’s determination fluctuates into a dam Of solid desperation only broken by musicality.
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.
On a baby blue sky day, the castle Enrobed in golden rays shining Off arched windows, bright ball Reflecting the lives, deaths that call
Out to the living, teaching wisdom From history etched on walls, There’s always a place and time For all around to learn and come
To conclusions that help the living Improve their plight by learning From history’s lessons without any whispering Of war or fight that has corpses lying
Out of sight. The whale statue adorning The outer walls, inviting, spontaneous warning: All to enter its domain, peering Into a long gone era of traversing
Centuries of wisdom runs into The Renaissance era of science That delves into all that’s tangible, a foe To faith that’s documented in books that grow
In importance, for the morals Within are a blessing for the intelligent, Who want to reduce their workload, calls Out that learning from experience isn’t a falls.
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.
Rainbows around the world have hope Tethered to their appearance after storms That hit unexpectedly, yet their shine comes With brilliance as they obliterate upheavals, you cope
With daily routines that dull your cheer, Yet, when a double rainbow appears, Double the gifts simultaneously, become freer As worries dissipate like vapor without fears
They might return for beauty casts A shadow of splendor coated in a Golden Sheen, a treasure of unparalleled pasts That throw away their appreciation of being beholden
To beauty that revives our belief that Life should be appreciated every moment For it’s gone the next, or anxious despair that Coat your soul with a monstrous blight:
An evil trying to seep your wonder Into depravity, an evil whose darkness Places an endless abyss, never Grace, within that devours turning you helpless.
Famine has lent a scrawny Build to people’s agony Of being constantly hungry They search, vainly, for sustenance that cry:
Killing hunger is a crime
Of conscience for food is plentiful If shared, not horded in a full Contingent of warehouses where gruel Is hidden from the poor, while for the fanciful
Killing hunger is a rhyme
For each individual to recall For each crumb means a loss of a ball- Room of people daily who have none but fall Groveling for a pittance to call
Killing hunger is a crime
Of outstanding proportion For man’s compassion Has died with the materialization Of the individual needs before population
Killing hunger is a rhyme
That never ends, a cycle of obsession Survival of the Ego before orchestration Of growth for all that leads to destruction Of cries and perspiration
Killing hunger is a crime With no reason or rhyme.
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.
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 