R eveling in November rain, running, skipping A way, trying to outrun the wet tears of pain. I nvite a friend to reduce loneliness that N ever ends with the sky filled with grey. D elve into your tears of pain, R equest an extension to get rid of the agony and O utmaneuver its hold by P ressing the raindrop on your face, feelings S welling your heart in absolute sincerity.
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Wish for Peace
Shooting stars streak into the darkened sky, The child sees the streak of light and wishes on it to fly. Deafening silence is followed by bombings. Try… As they might by explosions of a deathly Reign that attempt to hide deception vainly.
As time flows, the adult child now has the same experience In explosions and debris leading to fear, That shakes my protective nature for my children in dance. The flowing steps of which are a journey to independence …
Bombs, missiles, guns, rifles, tanks, drones, So many more tools of today and of yore Have been used to claim land that is not your. We fight the other, who fights underhandedely,
By pitting family and kin on opposing sides, Corrupting those in power, fueling their zeal For even greater superiority on those weaker. Fowler measures are taken and the torturer
Brings blood to the fore, enjoying his demonic Need for supremacy over those only praying For survival, peace, health, and prosperity.
What cleanses the masochist’s need for power, Striving to worsen the pain for all, in order To hold down the fort on the throne of the prevailer Who siphons the people’s money for him to be wealthier.
When will we break this cycle of corruption, Starvation, enslavement, fraud, degradation, And immortality? Where does the negation Of super powers leave us? In constant vibration
Not knowing where the next blow will drop from, Nor what lifestyle will be adopted in th coming storm. Living in th ‘twilight zone ‘ is very unnerving, People live on stress and adapting.
This poem is also in the print magazine, Petal Projections issue 8.
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, administrators, for the accolade and your hard work.
Fiery Fall
Colors of fiery fall feed your Feelings of fierce freedom Flowing with the blowing, Air around all aflurry, In its need to breathe in The sweetest air keeping you alive.
I let the fleeting breeze Run up my sleeve, it Sneaks up my armpit, As easily as you please, Surges through me, lifting, Roaming around, finding pause To circle, freely, around my breast, Neck, and head. Stealth is best, As I fly where the wind will rest.
As the sweeping air embraces Me with its wonders, I steal a peek, and my heart stutters, At the fire leaping from the leaves, Whose colors turn from yellow, Burnished greens, rust, blood red, Burgundy, all flit around my head Leaping from tree top To tree top, to bush, to flower, To weed, to soil, nourishing All with its slow hover That steals your breath in awe At the splendor of the fleeting fall critter.
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, administrators, for the accolade and your hard work.
Fiery Fall
Colors of fiery fall feed your Feelings of fierce freedom Flowing with the blowing, Air around all aflurry, In its need to breathe in The sweetest air keeping you alive.
I let the fleeting breeze Run up my sleeve, it Sneaks up my armpit, As easily as you please, Surges through me, lifting, Roaming around, finding pause To circle, freely, around my breast, Neck, and head. Stealth is best, As I fly where the wind will rest.
As the sweeping air embraces Me with its wonders, I steal a peek, and my heart stutters, At the fire leaping from the leaves, Whose colors turn from yellow, Burnished greens, rust, blood red, Burgundy, all flit around my head Leaping from tree top To tree top, to bush, to flower, To weed, to soil, nourishing All with its slow hover That steals your breath in awe At the splendor of the fleeting fall critter.
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.
Formal learning features a positive futurE Until you realize that the old tale, propeR Turned your opinion forever. The cost is sUrrender, Undeserving of a prosperous encounter, sTarting Relatively early, when you awaken to the misUndersding Eternally imposing its indoctrination while the Future is about open-mindedness.
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.
The fragile beauty of the dandelion In my hand whose grip on land Dares you to eradicate its presence in Zion As it spreads through the wish for peace to lend
A hand to those in need of a blend Of peace in their days of suffering Without end. Wish for peace for them to send
Their children to schools With filled bellies of fresh food Sprinkled with life giving water that drools In honor of a wish for peace that stood
On the doorstep waiting, waiting Patiently for humanity’s response To help save those whose beliefs, never straying, Empowers their wish for peace
For a new generation without The need to revisit the trauma of today’s Dire escalations of genocides in a bout Of cataclysmic fear whose only wish is for peace.
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.
The river is an allegory for life It is at times smooth as glass, Clear as a bell, strong enough to sand rocks Into the smoothest silky textures. It’s teamed with life, as different species Live and let live, while others, more dangerous, Hunt, dessimate, and devour their preys.
It isn’t enough to see that rivers allegate To all that is portrayed in life, Rather one needs to be aware that cycles In nature are imitations of human life.
The strong prey on the weak, Large numbered populace impose their belief, Rather than understanding one another, Exchanging respect and help to survive The difficulties that life’s cyclones Throw your way to test your will, powers Your unity, compassion, empathy, and loves.
Let nature be your teacher, Respect its mightier strength as a lover, Embrace its touch, reach into the sun to empower Your steely strength as swelteringly hot as The magma that bubbles from within Trying in vain to alligate its worth to that of life not death.
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Existential Void
Double Accrostic
Extenuating circumstances Vie to the Xysti to try and rest Omitting Intentionality of an existental voId Sublimating intensions of Destructively Tumultuous wars within that try to Eradicate despair’s darkest emptiness, Never allowing it to overflow with The love, faith needed to defy Villany Interminable in its need to destrOy Astronomical strength that Intensifies Living in the light of hope, never Denouncing the void.
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The southern Belle stands knowing The storm is imminent. She looks Towards its development, but is gazing Towards home, worried that all, in blinks,
Will disappear through the cyclone, Flood, twister, desert storm, any and all Possible, as she blinks and stands like a stone, Her wandering mind building a fall.
A fall from greatness, as she and hers Are destroyed by a destructive nature That has no mercy, rather only a force, a scouter For vulnerability, and pitilessly attacks
Land, sea, farms, concrete jungles, Where none can stand up to the veracity Of their powerlessness when faced by nature’s Omnipotence over those living on earth, stately.
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.
P restigious rampart, tall, stony A ll encompassing strength to ward of R aging aggression against attackers whose A varice for aquiring infinite power, killing P eople over the parapet, a symbol of their E ternal strength as they conquer T heir own fears through mayhem’s murder.
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.
