Butterfly, butterfly fly around white, White, orange reaching out to fly, Fly on angel wings like the butterfly, Butterfly of varied hues give the kiss Kiss of pollination in spring, Spring as life rejuvenates in a painter’s Painter’s palette, whose colors Colors fall short of the Creator’s creations.
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.
Who am I? I’m orange, oblong, striped, And used by Cinderella’s Fairy godmother in a chariot Fit for a princess!
Who am I? I’m still orange, some yellow, Others green and pear like, It’s used with a scarecrow To scare off birds and scavengers, kite Like in their freedom to perch, alone.
Who am I? I’m the perfect accoutrement To Thanksgiving dinners with Joy, appreciation, laughter that comment On the importance of being together with our breath Mingling with loved ones in a moment we treasure.
Who am I? I’m the unsung hero of Thanksgiving Used in sweet and savory dishes Used as a lamp for decoration of living Homes who create a world of grinches, Monsters, ghosts, and gools for entertaining.
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.
Free Speech, what a peach, Red on one side, filled with blood, Orange is getting ready to spill it on the beach, Yellow glows to an attractive bond
Luring you in to speak and spill Your life’s golden opinions Only to be torn apart and grill Your blue blood on a spit of confirmations
That your ideologies conform Without opposition to ICE¹, Or politically connected storm Of people who can turn, in a thrice,
The ability to protest against An imposed narrative that demands People’s acceptance of it being a test Of vindicating themselves for atrocities
Done in the name of ‘Being GOD’S chosen people’ while Everyone else’s opinion, crossing Theirs is automatically treated vile
As a treacherous snake attacking From any hidden point to use Suprise as a ruse to killing More and more babes, women, whose
Children, brothers, sisters, sires, Have been decimated in honor Of keeping Free Speech as peaches That have red lips zipped in golden color.
‘A cage, no matter how beautiful, Is still a cage’, and red lipped lips Shiny in blood red rouge is blissful In the knowledge that Free Speech becomes corpses.
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.
Rainbowed love starts In red hot passions To orange hearts expanding, To yellow glow brightening The green of acceptance, change, And growth whose prosperity Turns into liquid blues, Those of summer skies Filled with potential of rains That alter fallow lands Into plentiful harvests. The same as love’s abilities To change others from singles To a unit that expands With the colors of rainbows That are always varied, Exiting changes that carried Your worries under two mind Supporting one another in a find Filled well of love that carries Change like loving swaddles Embraced in four arms of loves. The journey begins with a meeting, Attraction, connection, all can be fleeting, But you sacrifice, compromise, communicating All your hopes, then, them entwining Like the purple wisteria, two souls Becoming one, growing a family that cools Their stresses, soothes their anger, As their flow is like the ocean water, At times tranquil, others terrifying squalls That end in making up sessions, falls, Never, for they’re committed To one another, wedded.
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.
Poetry for Change 