Like smooth breasts
ancient and hard
they rise and fall
with the seasons
orange hues of maples glowing in the fall
snow-capped cedars bow
with winter winds
mounted as orbs along
the highway horizon
coniferous and deciduous spire
The Canadian Shield
Tag: canadian poetry
Rapid Fire Writing
This type of writing is pulled from the page as someone reads a quick story or series of words gathered. It is up to the poet to arrange the words or sentences into a free style poem. Here is my latest rapid fire poem.
The Golden light within us needs to come forth
Rise and speak your truth
Upon waking I have to leave the sanctuary that blankets me
Hide from those until there is no more blackness walking about
Listen to our native ancestors who legends need storytelling
Wrapped in laws, surrounded by the chill of steel
Where is there fairness among soap peddlers? While washing our sins away
By Jacqueline Denis
Live Poetry
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
Red
A Cardinal sings
The crested finches robes
Mark my fragile life
Memories ripple
My destiny echoes
A promised resurrection
A Godly gift
by Jacqueline Denis
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.
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
Words gathered Anthology
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.
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