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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as I begin to unravel my creative process of writing poetry. Thank you for your encouragement, support and openness to connect more to the spiritual side of yourself as you awaken the divine being within you!
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
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!
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
licking our salty wounds
A day emerges and we feel joy
light slowly flows into our hearts
as we wander weightless around the earth
A Cardinal sings
The crested finches robes
Mark my fragile life
My destiny echoes
A promised resurrection
A Godly gift
by Jacqueline Denis
I may not know where I came from
or who created me
man or G-d
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
a species that grows
storytelling is a lost art
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
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.
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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.
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.
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 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