I’m highly honored that my quote on ‘dejà vu’ got a certificate on E- Zine Connect.
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.
She sits on the cold unforgiving ground, Ground that has absorbed her bountiful tears, Tears of a broken heart, Heart that has seen too much loss, Loss of family, spouse, innocence, Innocence of the unaware of the world, World gone mad from the needs, Needs that are illogical, depraved, Depraved in their unethical destructive, Destructive nature of familial bonds, Bonds that help communities grow, Grow in compassion and humanity, Humanity, that’s our commonality, Commonality of blood and origin, Origin in Adam, the first prophet, man, Man who made a mistake and fixed, Fixed it for his progeny to prosper, Prosper In an empty, arid land, Land where possibilities are endlessly, Endlessly varied for doing Doing good or evil. Evil that makes her ruminate, Ruminate on her actions that’ve gotten, Gotten her into her lonesome state, State of depression, if she’s not careful, Careful to an optimist working to achieve Achieve her dreams without failed faith, Faith that has driven depression into Into its watery death in the river of her tears.
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.
From the swirling darkened fog A wisp of a gorgeous woman Wrapped haphazardly in blood red smog Alive in its flow as she moves, an
Astounding beauty, captivatingly attractive, Sensual, and her sexuality bared for All to consume closely and become enraptusured By a fiery beauty hiding an insidious core,
Horrifically rotten with envy, Hatred, corruption, aggression, All coalesce within her stare, a visionary Of destruction, disunity, strife that lend to perfection
Into her spiderweb of infractions That destroy unity’s equality And fairness that require absolutions From a community that venerates all that’s holy.
Wherever there’s equanimity She presents chaos and superfluous vanity.
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.
From the swirling darkened fog A wisp of a gorgeous woman Wrapped haphazardly in blood red smog Alive in its flow as she moves, an
Astounding beauty, captivatingly attractive, Sensual, and her sexuality bared for All to consume closely and become enraptusured By a fiery beauty hiding an insidious core,
Horrifically rotten with envy, Hatred, corruption, aggression, All coalesce within her stare, a visionary Of destruction, disunity, strife that lend to perfection
Into her spiderweb of infractions That destroy unity’s equality And fairness that require absolutions From a community that venerates all that’s holy.
Wherever there’s equanimity She presents chaos and superfluous vanity.
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.
2 certificates, 1 of Excellence, and 1 Gold, both honoring women for March is Women’s Month. In some countries, March 21, spring, is Mother’s Day as well, which elevates the celebration. My only regret is that, as we celebrate, other mothers around the world are being raped, tortured, and murdered horrifically.
Poetess, author of poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, that’s 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.com. 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.
Crave the jubilation of feasting, every religious ceremony that binds lonely souls into a community even if they are racially, culturally different, but, all enemity is set aside when celebrating the revival of humanity’s compassionate understanding. arrows from Cupid’s bow hits its target and transforms aggression into love, friendship, jubilation, owning that positivity, propagating it, and never letting pessimism or negativity spring into the forefront without a care,
And only those ungenerous with their humanity forgo gatherings that uplift the soul.
The wine flute, amber colored, Glistens in the light twighlight, caged, Jailed in a bird cage, vainly Trying not to succomb to the dainty Elixir of fire that has become The world’s addiction to overcome
Insecurities, depression, isolation Amidst the many, as she, elegant sophistication, Carries the caged wine, daintily Trying not to spill its contents, precisely Measured for the utmost enjoyment, As she crosses the sands of time in bewilderment.
The vanda blue orchid adorns silver, Long, wavy hair that frames her Violet hued eyes, button nose, And glistening rosy lips that pause
With each end note of the violin’s Hearty tune, that attracts butterflies, Transparent to royal purple hues, Flitting around her feet in sublime harmonies
With the birds that soar higher, As though being strummed better Through the violin’s strings That are taut in their place that brings
Wonder and symphony of animal And human lives intertwined in a primal Need for survival with a core Of compassion that’s human and not a bore.