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Live Poetry

Poetry lies in these moments of presence

To be a poet is to recognize that inspiration comes from each present moment that draws us into our creativity! Then it is our senses that overtake us as we try to show others what we see, feel, hear, taste and smell. But it is my sixth sense that brings them all together to unravel the mystery.

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Caretakers of this Earth

To all the living things

On our planet wide

That soar majestic wings

Or move with evening tide

That have a right to be

Sustaining on earth’s crust

Evolving from the sea

One day to lie in dust

You have a right to be

When will we learn our role?

Destroying all we see

Will greatly take its toll

I believe we were chosen

Caretakers of this earth

This question that I pose

Contemplating birth

Which skill is needed so?

We understand and work

Together with our foe

To sympathize not irk

Who is to teach this skill?

To all the living beings

I thought it was the will

Of nations honest kings?

Does only man have worth

Who lives and conquers all?

Caretakers of this earth

Accept this destined call!

Resilience

April is National Poetry Month and I honour their theme of Resilience

Humans falling can fly buoyantly through the chaos

dark spaces expand casting a landing pad

we are flexible as rubber

springing back into form once the trauma has been felt

confused that we are still here

Our thoughts master patience as angels descend to pick up the pieces

our mind, body, and souls connect to the truth

memories are submerged into the ocean of forgetfulness

rapidly recovering

licking our salty wounds

A day emerges and we feel joy

light slowly flows into our hearts

as we wander weightless around the earth

Resilient

Human Strong

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

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.

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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.

Gratitude lifts

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

Oh, Canada

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