‘To Time’ is a poem from book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, it’s th second certificate I’m awarded for this poem. The book is available on all eplatforms, including Amazon.com. The drawings in the book are done by me and represent the theme in some of the poems in the book.
As the countdown to 2023 starts, My mind takes a long look behind And wonders what wishes, surprises Are in store for 2024 that won’t stand Down to the tests of time.
I wish for a world of peace I wish for a world without violence, I wish for justice to prevail, I wish for family strength and unity, I wish for a world that’s compassionate and humane, I wish for honesty to triumph over lies, I wish that this society’s rules made sense, I wish, I wish, I wish…
Wishing for something and achieving Your goal are separate indeed, as Working hard drives you to attaining Your objective, while just wishing for it to lands In your lap will never happen!
For this poetry festival, there have 1800 poetry submissions!
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is socially relevant, as it puts relationships, postcolonialism/ social criticism, and self-awareness/ growth. The social crisis that we are encountering have a place in the poems that are both rhythmic and grab the reader’s imagination.
I’m great at helping others in the fields. I feel I have a certain expertise, like listening to others’ likes and implementing them, especially if it has to with cooking or baking. The latter is, at times, a therapeutic form of stress relief, where I get to chop things and bludgeon the dough into submission 😀. I’m generally a great listener, except when someone is stubbornly narrow-minded, then i prefer not to converse or listen to them.
As an MA holder in English Literature, I l9ve to read, the more varied the better. I also write opinions, editing of thesis, poetry, and judging different types of books: novels, anthologies, and poetry. When it comes to my writing, I know I’m verbose, visual, and descriptive, which help when I feel stuck while I write. I like taking a detour in my writing before completing my original ideas.
As a daughter, wife, and mother, I love nurturing those I believe are mine! They all enjoy their food more when I make it, even if it’s a lowly sandwich 🥪 😋!
I’m an excellent helper to those who ask for it, or not, as I insert my services without being asked. That can lead to problems with some people, apparently! But, I don’t know why!
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, raises a variety of themes that are humane in nature: relationships, postcolonial/ social criticism, self-awareness/ growth.
If you didn’t need sleep, what would you do with all the extra time?
The time I’d spend sleeping would be used for deeper thought processes, which lead to better writing, especially poetry, as it’s best done while at rest. Reading, whether news, novel, or books on belief systems, assessing and comparing them to my values, is another way for me to understand others. Moreover, by thinking and writing about them, I can get my feelings across and help others see a different perspective.
Author, poetess of book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change.
The Writer’s Union of Canada and Canadian Authors Association have helped Authors get paid for libraries lending out their books. My book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is now on the lending list now.
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The first is an acrostic poem titled: FORGIVENESS, while the second is titled: Glory’s Bower.
Glory’s Bower
Morning glory climbing vine, Purple, violet, red, pink, or white, Colors of a rainbow of hope That delivers expansion and will grope Your archway by making it fine!
As I run through its delicacy, I note the difference in clemency From one side to the other, as I bravely Cross the framed beauties, cleverly Hoping that the other side will have more mercy.
No more than an inch separates the bower From the white picket gate, where a shower Of light bathes the garden bed with a cover Of verdant hues, that shame any painter. As I cross into this splendor,
I note colors are sharper, Each plant has its own area, a platter Filled with diverse shapes, sizes, and sister, It takes away your breath in a blinker As you tinker with nature’s fauna that never cower
To either man or nature’s Storms that are in never ending cycles Of births and deaths, that keep hopes Alive in every heart, as it shows justice’s Plight, as it ends certain lifes.
Stay in your bower of morning Glories and enjoy the perpetual crooning Of an ecosystem in harmony, dancing!
Forge your will in steal, Outmaneuver your enemies, who feel, Replete in knowing they’re the heel. Give them your support when they fall, Inspire them to be better than before. View their progress and motivate before you bore, Inverting foe to friend, like before. Never lose hope for betterment Even when all is stacked against you, Simmer the anger, put logic to the forefront Survive, learn, educate, that hope is never gone.
My mom’s laughter is a rare thing to be heard, so when she laughs, I listen and bask in her joy. However, when my children and I are gathered together and someone does or says something funny, they go to extreme laughter, which induces belly laughs, that are contagious and bring on tears.
Exert from, Laughter, Brightens The world, from my poetry book, Perfectly Flawed: poetry for change.
I look forward to baring witness to my children’s marriages and their kids. I dream of holding, playing, balancing, teaching, singing, reciting, and observing them at each stage of infancy. Dreams where one of hanging onto my skirt as I pray or jumping on my back if I’m picking something up. I feel the need to embue my soul with their innocent laughter and simplified perception of life.
As for my writing and poetry, I’d like to see that it has a greater audience and acceptance. I’ve been struggling with getting it out there for over 5 years, and I haven’t given up yet. I don’t think I will, as I feel I have a message that needs an audience.