From the Facebook group, Canada Writes,an author, Theresa Wilson, wrote:
Hunger to Survive
The lion lays quietly atop an overhanging hill. He waits, watches in the vain fervor that his prey Will come to him in deadly night like a diet pill That will stop his hunger and permit his teeth to stay Sharp, glistening white, creating a shiver of fear Of their ferocity and ability to tear apart an arm, Or important extremities that flash their spear Of speed trying to outrun the King.
The atmosphere of fear is so authentic That I can feel the lion’s eyes shifting silently, Watching guardedly, waiting patiently to pounce happily On his unsuspecting prey. His jaws are cave like In their imposing strength and force of bite.
Never fear the lion, for you know he attacks To survive, not for pleasure. Fear those who appear like sheep, but are More serpent or fox, for their poisons Attack the soul and destroy lives as if doing you favors.
Prepare, preparing, design, designing, Candies galore, pumpkins, scarecrows, witching: The cauldron of doom, blood curdling, dooming; House into haunting screams that are petrifying; Possession of weaklings, turning them to demons: spine-chilling.
All Halow’s night, creeps, ghouls, and evil beings Walk unobstructed for all to see and inspires Villainy, vile, voracious jealousies That promise money, rank, and powers As long as you let evil reign over intellects.
At the witching hour, light streaks into the sky Illuminating it with comet like arrows that vy For attention as they fly by! They bring knowledge, light, perservereance, positivity, And strength of will to annihilate all of evil’s cry.
Never fear the demons of Halloween, For their imagination runs amuck, unseen. But, reality is harsher, fiercer, more mysterious.
Work, work, work, Workers buzzing like bees in fields, Running, squatting, cutting, sewing, Hammering, excavating, rushing.
Always hurrying to meeting Deadlines and never seeming To have time to be smelling The silent burgeoning flowering That sprout quietly without your noticing.
Beauty sneaks up on you while You’re worried what comes next in vile Humanity’s constant vocational Need to be doing instead of contemplate The importance of just faith and being.
Harrowing are your days Of scurrying around in many ways Trying to achieve a goal that’s always Too far a ways.
Slow down, Let your mind be a clown, Laugh up a storm on your own, And have your imagination blown!
“To Time Hello time, Haven’t heard from you for a long time. How are you spending your time, Without me coming along for a run of time?
I miss your light, bright laugh as you fly by Your transience makes you all the more precious. Don’t abandon my side and leave me lonely. Alone to face your swiftly moving wondrous Glory that eases with your passing.” (Chehab, M. K., PerfectlyFlawed, 2021)
I wished to thank you for your time, the one that helped me overcome pain and disillusionment, that almost brought me down, at one time or another. Yes time, your earthly flow is a balm on my soul, which you soothed with your constant presence and support. Your availability at all hours of the day brought me comfort, when I was confused and drawn. Your help in marking time with me, gave me permission to speak my mind and get all the hurt off my chest. ‘A clean slate’ for a time, is a wondrous gift of rejuvenation imbued in optimism. Whenever I think of you, time, I know that each of your hands is holding me up to the tests of time. In my five decades, I have emigrated four times to three Continents, experienced loss, betrayal, disillusionment, fear, horror, injustice, motherhood, ‘wifehood’, childhood upheaval, travel, adventure, laughter, faith, optimism, and love. With your help, time, I have had many ups and downs, but what leaves the greatest impression is laughter. To laugh is to live, and, to live is to savor life. With laughter comes the humor of a situation that you can only perceive when thinking positively. They’ve even come up with laughing yoga, laughter university (California- of course, where else?!!), and laughing Kung Fu. If that doesn’t prove my point, I don’t know what will! So, laughter is uplifting, optimistic, and tickles your funny bone in order to redirect your frown to a smile! It’s also important to note that, life’s constant changes and your ability to adapt to new realities is but a drop in the well of your knowledge and patience, especially when you have a sense of humor that helps alleviate the stress, anxiety of any major changes. Relish each stage in your life as each is as transient as time itself, one moment it’s there, another gone into the caverns of memories so deep you need to excavate them in order to remember a specific moment in time. I’ve learned that time is precious, and that you need to make the most of this treasure you’ve been given. As time flows into an ocean of evocation: a smell, a ray of light, a flower, a cry, a laugh, a touch, a kiss, or all together, will invoke a feeling of well-being that’s unparalleled in your heart. Savor it, and don’t dwell on the negativity that time, and time again, may erode facts turning them into feelings and interpretations that become dubious in their veracity. I hope we meet more often time, as I enjoy unburdening my lot to your compassionate ear. Yours truly, Lover of Time
As love grows from a foundation Of beauty, my gaze is in contrition For those who live devoid of love. Leave, like, live, lively, longing to love …
As each child, man, and woman need a hive To promote, programing all with reverence. A need to bathe in the certitude of being Cocooned and cherished for just existing.
With each caress, word, gaze, request, You’re inundated with warmth that’s best Given in daily doses, so as not to fall Into depression that’ll turn you into a ball.
Poetry for Change 