Forging forgiveness in volcanic lava Offers your soul permission to regret No more your unfavorable decisions that let Remorse drown your happiness and stray Into despair. Yet when facing your mistakes, Answering for your actions alleviates the breaks.
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 ripples of your actions transcend Your present, as their butterfly effects are Riddled with an elliptical cycle that’ll band your Regret, elation into a box that’ll lend
A heavy weight that sinks into a grave Where its ripples affect your day and flay You, as you’re unaware of the magnitude of the pay You pay while it sits under the ceaseless wave.
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.
Patient time sidles around knowing, Knowing that you’ll eventually learn, Learn that warriors full of brute force, Force that turns into violent regret, Regret that eats away your happiness, Happiness that dissolves as its transient, Transient time comes and goes, waiting, Waiting patiently like the intelligent warrior, Warrior who strategizes using patience, Patience for the right information and time, Time that’s right to act not go in unknowing, Unknowing the dangers, pitfalls sown By the hands of enemies whose joy, Joy will be untamable at your fall, Fall from grace, for you forgot that time Time and patience have always been chief survivors.
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 honor and your hard work.
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 love is there for the difficult decisions, Guidance and friend to our children, Has sleepless nights when they’re in positions Of upheaval that require strategic precision.
For me, he is my star in a dark night, The shoulder I cry into when life’s unbearable Losses enrobe my heart in darkness, as he helps me fight The devouring abyss making it acceptable. As my shadow sits on the bench, alone, My eyes mist like dew drops covering The wet grass, as memories flood, gone, The world has taken this love and kept living.
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 honor and your hard work.
Remorseful Actions
As the guilt presses down on my heart, I look into the sky towards your hut, Where your gardens prosper, And delicacies abound, but never shatter
Your serenity that enrobes contrition With a balm of faith leading to absolution For actions that might have created A snow ball of reactions that fenced
Calamities in your midst, propelling You into regretful actions causing Others pain while striving not to fall Apart while the pressure turns into a ball
Of explosive events That need you to barter millions of cents For your soul in penitence For actions coming out of ignorance.
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.
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.
Gloom, bloom, doom. It’s summer, and everything is in bloom, But the gray skies strive To hide the downpour that’ll revive.
Each drop of water is precious, As it cleanses, moistens the gracious Ground that mixes water, soil, and deteriorating Vegetation fuse together and are nourishing ..
To the soil, parched for nutrients, Only rain gives and inundates The ground with vitamins That helps vegetation be man’s lungs,
As the destructive man pollutes, Decimates and ruins Farm lands as he turns Them into bare deserts,
We look upon what we’ve wrought, Feeling helpless as fishes caught In a net of our making. As we fought To reverse our destructive blot.