Tag: poetry

OCTOBER 2024 UPDATE:

Hello all my beautiful poetry loving souls. I hope you are finding your creativity and flowing towards the expression of your choice. This month I find myself in a peaceful position where my creativity is flowing like a raging river. I am taking a writing & publishing masterclass with Mark Attwood & Abby Wynne and I am learning soooo much.

For those of you who would like a shipped copy of my latest poetry book for $20. email me from this site with your name & address. Once your E-Transfer goes through to jacquiedenis@hotmail.com I will immediately ship you a book. Thank you once again for all those who support me! Feel free to add me to any of your author’s email lists.

For the rest of the year I will be working on an e-book, and some other Up sale AddOn’s like an Audio book, a companion workbook, meditations/affirmations and a video where I discuss the 4 parts of my book; Our Humanity, Awakening, Love will lead and Actualization. It is here I will discuss what each means and my intention in writing and publishing my book this way.

In the new year I will be finalizing my author’s website and have a POD (print on demand) link so you can order and have my material shipped to your home.

For more exciting news I am working on a sci-fi novel which came from a dream I had about who I was before I came to Earth. I am 6 chapters in with my draft and I’m liking it so far. It is called “Sacred Souls: The Clarion Call” I’m hoping it will be part of a star seed legacy series of mine where I will break my story up into 3 different books.

Here is a snippet from chapter one:

Chapter One

Central Solar Date: 3062 Planet: Arcturus

Attention: Lucy V886-BPM-37093 MSSSB

In your future you might call me a star seed, a super hero or a way shower but today you might say I’m crazy.

I received my package two days ago and attended a medical training on how to slip into a human vessel. Boring because I have done this 10,000 times. Well, I’m exaggerating a bit but I knew only too well the codex for transforming light energy to cells then to molecules and hence the skin suit. I grabbed the manual and read;

“There are rules to being human;

you will be given a body

heavy, grounded

probably not to your liking

listen to it

Gifts will come as lessons

lessons are nothing but lessons

Embrace learning!

It is upon you to create purpose

you are never alone

Be creative, be happy”

Yup, not to my liking, I agreed and closed the manual”.

My main character in the story is a Master super soldier systems buster and a writer and poet. She accepts the Clarion Call and sets out to leave her planet, people and family on a mission that was suppose to last a year in her timeline but unbeknownst to her will last 10,000 years. Her ability to write gave rise as the outlet for her loneliness and the psychology for her resilience.

So, for the poets out there here is a poem to share that she (I) wrote:

“Darkness can not hide in the light

once it enters the wound

souls float in unity

compressing, reminding

evil must be extinguished

by the light of our central sun

we are illuminated

souls enter tunnels

pulsating geometry

spirals of infinity

birthing us towards our mission

Fear is the veil to be released”

I hope you enjoyed my update and I want to remind all of you to Live with purpose, power and passion!

Namaste Tribe – Jacqueline

Lesson 4 Hurt is a blessing

We have all been hurt, we are a species that have been traumatized from the moment of our birth. Once born you do not leave this planet without a few bumps, bruises or limbs missing. This is the reality of our shared experiences. Through our free will, we have the opportunity to experience the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Our mission is to bring everything into a balance state while being grounded enough to fully function mentally, physically and spiritually.

Rumi states ” the wound is the place the light enters you. what hurts you blesses you. Darkness is your candle.”

What a profound statement that requires us to take a deep breath, a step backwards and an open heart to address. We have three choices, we can react to our pains, we can respond to our hurts or we can ignore and bury them within us, knowing it will jump forward in the future demanding us to deal with it again. I have done all three in my life and I’ve learned the hard way that responding and surrendering or letting it go is the better path for creating a better future.

The Life of a Poet

Today begins a seven part series concentrating on the 7 life lessons from RUMI and how I am applying them to my life.

For those of you who don’t know, RUMI was a Persian poet, Islamic scholar and Sufi Mystic. Born in Afganistan on September 30, 1207 and died in Turkiye December 17, 1273. Rumi was on of the great spiritual masters and poetic geniuses of mankind. His works discuss the concept of God and the definition of love. According to Rumi’s philosophy, life should be a journey to union with the one true God.

Rumi’s most famous poems include “On the turn”, “When I die”, and “The gifts of the beloved”. According to the New Yorker article “The erasure of Islam from the Poetry of Rumi” Jan. 5 2017 by Rozina Ali, “Rumi is the best selling poet in the United States. Although a lifelong scholar of Islam Rumi was less frequently described as a Muslim. Whether it is a newer rendition on Rumi’s poetry or an exact translation by a Muslim cleric, Rumi understood there is a space between right-doing (religion) and wrong-doing (infidelity) where he meets us”. A space of compassion and love that Rumi put forward more than seven hundred years ago that is still a teachable moment for us today.

Rumi saw us all as one and his doctrine of peace and love advocates tolerance, reasoning, and charity with the same eye as Muslims, Jews, Christians and others. Love is what keeps us alive.

“Your task is not to seek for love,

but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself

that you have built against it”

Rumi

Self empowerment and spiritual development are timeless. Our ascension lies in moving beyond the boundaries of a mere human to much higher aspirations of who we want to become. Rumi’s 7 life lessons are a pathway. It is only with each step we take, that our lives will unveil our potential.

Join me each Sunday as I present each lesson and share how I am following this path to open my heart so I can receive more love and compassion this year.

It’s time to shine your light Tribe,

Jacqueline

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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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!

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.

The culling starts now!

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?

Today

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

The Wilderness of Poetry (Won a place in Gertrudes Writing Room annual 2020 chapbook contest)

In the wilderness of poetry

I’m wondering if you can envision

what I ascertain?

Readers are so subjective

I search for truth, beauty and

courage in life

I grasp for inclusion

I am wild, free, alone

creating a moment

of belonging

Do you even see the forest for the trees?

A dangerous place

this wilderness

damp, earthy

vulnerable poetry

How will you even see me with closed eyes?

My breath like a slow fog expels

I smell the pines in the forest

standing firm, grounded, expansive

limbs spread upward in worship

I belong here

My pen is my voice

like the smell of the pines

It cries out to be noticed

Fragrant words seducing you closer

vowels lighting the narrow path

to the truth, beauty and courage of the forest

Standing firm, I succumb to the wilderness

within me

anticipating true belonging.