Being unproductive not only bores me but also lets me think too deeply. So I make myself busy, reading, writing, cooking, walking the dog, and mostly talking to family. So I bake: Pecan pie!
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms, including Amazon.com.
‘Wish for Peace’ is a poem reflecting on the genocide that we’re all bearing witness to. The images, sounds, emotions, fear, PTSD from bombardments’ effects, aggression, loss of entire families, murder of journalists, and much more are the basis for my ‘Wish for Peace’, not for me, but for them.
Enclosed is an exert of the poem:
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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
Pastels enrobe her, twilight presses her, As fiery hues caress her face and hands, As she holds a pink rose to her nose, smells Its fragrant aroma, as she turns away for fear
And regret grip her aching heart, As regret, twists her emotions, Rendering her vulnerability flagrant And easily susceptible to sensations
Running deep into a heart full Of compassion, empathy that’s taken Advantage of, for her convictions cull People into rightful categories that blacken
Her illusions in kin, friends, and humanity’s Ability to stand together against Violence, aggression, destruction, and their powers’ Of being judge and jury to who’s allowed to lives.
Of my country and of my family I have little to say, except that funny Interactions are not always sunny …
A country’s politics and sense of justice Can disappoint. Its favor is sandy grace That’s gritty, scratchy, and hurts in place Of unity that proves our solidarity in face
Of torment, terror, injustice, that train Citizens in complacency that will rain Upon them death, disillusionment that fain A reality that exists in dreams that are slain. ….
My Love
If “Love opens the most impossible gates;” and “Love is the gate to all the secrets of the universe.” Then, love is all powerful, eternal, rebellious, never bland, But compassionate promise In a universe
Filled with dissent, competition, a love of money, And sin. I give thanks that my love, husband, Is my rock, my motivator, and one key To my writing that’s unwavering and always holds my hand. ….
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms, including Amazon.com. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
To lose or not to lose, That is the question that’s not a ruse.
Failing to achieve your goals Can be a piercing knife to souls
That fall into depression if their Goals are delayed or failed, their flair
Is indomitable in its will to overcome obstacles That bend your will, but it’s never broken or stills.
Betrayal (exert)
Of my country and of my family I have little to say, except that funny Interactions are not always sunny …
A country’s politics and sense of justice Can disappoint. Its favor is sandy grace That’s gritty, scratchy, and hurts in place Of unity that proves our solidarity in face
Of torment, terror, injustice, that train Citizens in complacency that will rain Upon them death, disillusionment that fain A reality that exists in dreams that are slain.