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REJECT
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R ejected again! For what gain? E mpathy’s nonexistent as you wade, J ump through hoops to integrate, but E very action is met in rejection of C arefully spoken words, so as not T o hurt others. Alas! The effects are traumatizing.
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.
Thank you, administrators, for the accolade and your hard work.
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.
Thank you, administrators, for the accolade and your hard work.
Ordinary Man
Famous fallen heroes are fighters, Soldiers, warriors who’ve fought For home, community, country and brought Pride into hearts of family and trooper,
But the unsung heroes are those Who fight without the need for accolades That instill an extrinsic need that hides Their true purpose: fame that’s close
To worship, while the ordinary man …
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Laws created to keep the world Civilizing And lauding humanity’s restraint put in a guild
Cage, like an exotic animal, seen But never heard, in a prison where bars Isolate him, with his PTSD, like any warriors, Who’ve delt in monstrous murder, that’s keen.
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.
I’m flabbergasted by such depth of understanding of my work and the fact that Ida, the reviewer, goes on to point out her favorite verses and strengths of my poem just makes me happy that my writing is reaching my target audience. I’m always happy to have my work analyzed, as it shows the amount of work and thought that goes into each poem. I will post the poem soon.
The poem is a reflection on the 1 year war on G@z@, some events that I couldn’t forget because they show the needless death of innocent children.
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.
Thank you, administrators, for the accolade. Your hard work is highly appreciated.
Revolution of Change
Colonialism’s Ideology is based on change, Change the ‘other’ because they’re different, Different in language, culture, morals, beliefs, Beliefs that spark imaginations’ Revolution, Revolution that asserts the need to exist, Exist in autonomy, exist freely, exist happily, Happily maturing into adulthood, Adulthood knowing that learning is constant, … …
Please the dominant who seems to succeed, Succeed in seeping into your mind, Mind, and replacing its values with rot, Rot that decays social values, Families, Families are broken asunder, and the backbone Backbone of society falls into rubble.
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. Your work is highly appreciated.
Humanitarian Aid
How’s philanthropy helping the down-trodden? Charities galore, making money, beholden To the filthy rich, who part cautiously, With their material goods, heavenly,
Is their allocation as they help the needy, Whose prayers for the givers are done loudly In order for all to hear of their philanthropic Activities, that are only a drop in the oceanic
Depths of need and devastation that exists In a world where humanity’s enslaved and persists In demanding accolades for what should be An ethical and humane gesture to help people
In need of a helping hand here and there, Preferably, a job that’ll give enough to prepare For the task of supporting their family In a bid to never fall under the miserly
Capitalist whose only thought Is to where he can squeeze, what was taught, The best buck at the expense of those Who need it most, but will give it without pause
As their pride in their abilities Shines in the eyes of families.
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