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

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