Beauty Immigration Poems

Beauty in the eye of the beholder
Rare trees and abandoned homes
Where doors are full of bullet holes
And the wicked sun tries to dye the paint
On...

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I have entrusted my verses to migrating birds,
Their wings carry my words across vast miles.
Last winter, they faltered on their journey to you,
My cherished avian...

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I see them
Walking, holding hands.
I hear them
Chatting as the birds
in a language i can't understand.
Clad in a manner that's a mystery
Steeped in ritual and history.

I...

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Dear Canada, if I were an artist,
I would paint the world with your beauty,
A masterpiece for all to see,
As I know it to be.

Oh, the...

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Looking at the blue sky
From the roots of the mountain,
I see the rocky plain and the snows
I start climbing it
As I give myself courage to...

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Nights i spend being an owl
Doors i lock,windows i open
Stars,silence and my soul
Try to mend what is broken

Solitude has its own taste
Removes the burden of...

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Ooh DRC, DRC where are you?
You’re the most beautiful country in the world
You have all the resources
Your minerals abound

Your country is full of life’s necessities
Europe...

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Wings,
springs and metallic Strings
flesh and bone;
Nails...
In stone.
Sliver shone;
On Blackened Sand death has ran…
Skulls and auto things; blood and sweat...
Blue tears flown
across a desert of Red;
Alone.
Death...

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walking down a one-way path 
straight with the moon over one shoulder 
following the tracks 
as they lead into the horizon 
following the faded imagery...

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Loose Magic

Pee-a-boo, I see you...
Got your nose, 
and not your toes. 
Skipping rocks, 
and bubbles in the park. 

Eye contact from across the room, 
notes...

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Once upon a time,
there was a little girl,
who liked to wear skirts.

The people in the streets
didn't like the view
of the girls legs hue.
"The sun is...

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A Colossus
And on it 
An emblazoned inscription 
From days long gone by
A message 
Of Love 
Of Peace 
Of Dreams
Made real 
Breathe in the life
TRUE freedom...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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After the Occupational Therapist told me I’d never walk again (see my poem “What She Said”); I was in shock, but my being turned to...

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Beautiful eyes, why are they looking at you?
to see your beauty before love's living truth,
in a liquid pool of smile the reflection drew
Your glancing eyes,...

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