I may not know where I came from
or who created me
man or G-d
Irrelevant
existing in a changing reality
what I thought was right
is now wrong
I can still survive knowing this
I am not alone
you and I are
genetically linked
a species that grows
storytelling is a lost art
science prevails
creates and destroys
secrets too many secrets
I am a student
that will rise
in knowledge and strength
Together we can bring light in
reveal the darkness
the secrets
together we are Human Strong
If I were a painter I would paint pictures of a garden so great your eyes would never stray. You wanting only to travel pathways leading to boundless beauty.
If I were a sculptor I would sculpt your face, it’s perfect form, delicate, soft, lively, creating and reproducing copies for companionship
If I were a teacher I would show you how the garden provides, all you ever need within your hands. The art of sowing and reaping, caring and connecting.
If I were a scientist I would connect this garden to your body, developing healthy concoctions, plant vibrations, frequencies, providing balance and harmony.
If I were a theologian I would remind you to look up and within. You are as great as the cosmos is vast. Believe in yourself, believe in something greater than you!
If I were a mother I would nurture your soul and its divinity. For my arms are always reaching, to hold you, always reminding, you were created with love.
But I am only a poet, a lost breed whose pen is my third eye and voice. Bringing insight into new ways of thinking and being. A love warrior willing to cause a stir to awaken humanity.
You are a seed planted
nestled in the womb of earth
love energy invites you to be
safe, protected, nourished
Visualize a new great moment
like when you rise from your ignorance
look with compassion on yourself
for we were all deceived
What you see in yourself you practice in the world
love and serve with an open heart
be grateful for your life, body and the lessons you learn
It is only a short journey
Forgive yourself for all those decisions
gratitude lifts your vibration
all you have is the now moment
stand in the present
Do not fear your future
I’m so excited that my poem “ In the Wilderness” won a place in Words Gathered Anthology 2020 volume 1 by Gertrude’s Writing Room Windsor Ontario.
Lake Erie Calling
The kiss of morning at water’s edge
beguiling dance of sand and sea
seducing me a solemn pledge
my beauty’s deep come play with me
Sunlight shines on silky sand
as the water rolls to shore
the dance, hypnotic, licking land
gentle waves cannot ignore
The lake alive a soul that’s willing
one glacier’s frozen past
left to hold fresh water filling
roams a voice, to help it last
Schools of fish begin to whither
rotting garbage is to blame
do you hear the willow whisper?
its nourishment, Lake Erie came
Ducks in habit crown the lake
upon its shores they build their nests
their young to swim and take a break
while song birds gather, bathe and rest
The deer, the fox, exposed, alluring
fresh water begs them to the shore
nature speaks, we are enduring
save the water we implore!
I want to enter the seductive waterbed
my presence squatting, silent, stalling
instead I teeter at water’s edge
and listen to Lake Erie calling
Please join me in creating a poem. Take a look at this picture then under comments write your line/s and I will add them to the poem. It will be ongoing until April 30th.
In the wilderness of poetry I stumbled upon a path…
Little signs and whispers directing me as I wonder where my feet will lead me next
With intention Evil
I will bring you down
to the depths of hell
not I alone, but my legion
there are many
Great Souls you have met
over the centuries
A plan was contrived
may I remind you
of the coming demise
of you and your Cabal
your choice!
I am not of this world
you are the master whore here!
There is a culling
the reapers scythe is raised
do not be fooled by the wars you win
or the legions you gather
There is another force here
Much Greater!
that cares for balance and justice
the only question is
Are you ready?
oh, Canada I have wandered far
time marked in travelling
grounded in muck and mire
coutless paths paved by sole
in all directions
crisscrossing while conjuring my place
breathing just breathing
oh, Canada you have drawn me in
the shape of your rocky cliffs
the crevice between your valleyed breasts
an addict wanting only to climb
and conquer your peaks
oh, Canada you entice my poets eye
sensing and envisioning
your passionate plea for me to look deeper
to surrender
to plant my seed
oh, Canada forgive my loyal ignorance
your Canadian shield is your blanket of peace
your land drowning in deciduous
and coniferous beings
whose vapours like poignant contrails
beg me to enter
Oh, Canada your land is strong and free
my patriot love is possessed by your call
forever I will notice
forever I will stand
forever I am entangled
I plant myself in love to thee
Today I shift
leap
aware
of the Goddess within
Now
is the moment
to let go
as a ripple in perpetual motion
Pushing
creating
to rise up
shape shifting
Law of Divine right action
Today I choose
Love
my thoughts
aware
I create my own world
TEETERING ON THE EDGE 