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I have ben fortunate…privileged…given advantages…others may never see…which means rising up each day has always been easy for me.
For most of my life I have known that people are exploited…oppressed but have chosen not to see …and when I’ve risen in the morning…I have risen mostly for me.
But my eyes are open now and I’m appalled at what I see…so no longer in the morning shall I ruse up just for me.
I’m not sure, yet, exactly what that entails but I vow as each new day begins I shall rise up for anyone no matter who they are…or the color of your skin.
I shall rise up for anyone deemed imperfect…who may seem a little odd…for anyone who doesn’t look like me…or prays to a different God.
I shall rise up for those who do not think like me…who are not of my same mind…as long as they are accepting and gentle…as long as they are kind.
I shall rise up for the Earth and for her animals…every creature large and small…I shall rise up and try to make this world more compassionate…and a safer place for all.
Since rising up has been easy for me…I shall rise for people of any color, gender, shape or size…anyone who has been oppressed…and encourage them to rise.
Because when I rise up for injustice…and you rise up…and you and you and you…eventually…it is inevitable…the whole world rises too.
So to those, like me, who have had it easy..it’s time we open our eyes….
and look at the heights we will be able to reach…when together…we all rise
No More Me
I have asked for help
Been turned down
Been ignored
No one asked what was wrong
They all said things will get better
I waited
I hoped
I even prayed
But things got worse
My prayers fell on deaf ears
Hopes died on the side of a lonely path
Yet I waited
Day after day
I saw people smiling
Laughing
Living life
Now I sit all alone
Not asking anyone for anything
A piece of steel in my hand
So thin, so sharp
One fast move
I watched as it moved as if in slow motion
There was no pain
A few moments of coldness
A minute of darkness
And suddenly things didn't matter
There was no more pain
No more tears
No more me
Down dusty dirt track
there was the winery
A rusty tin shed.
"Petulant Fandango"
It said on the sign
"Gidday anyone Home?"
"Hello, there,
sorry I didn't hear you come."
With that we stepped inside.
Five folk were already there.
It looked like a party
rather than tasting as such.
The old wooden table was covered in
wine bottles, which like the guests,
were in various states of fullness.
No tiny tasting glasses here,
full size wine goblets were the go.
"What are you after"
"What tickles your fancy"
"I'd like to try a dry, dry red please"
Shiraz if you have one."
"No worries I have just the drop"
"Give this a Go"
With that a thick black-red wine was poured
from a dusty bottle covered with gossamer spider web
into a glass, a tad dusty as well.
With first sip the wine made me pucker my lips
as the wine sucked all the water from inside my mouth
instantly dry, dry, dry.
"What do you think of that one Mate?"
You're right its certainly dry!
Bit like paint stripper I thought.
With that, I joined the party
to try some of the other wines
all with their unique terroir
of rough, dusty, earthiness to the fore.
I left a little tipsy after buying
several bottles of their best vintage
destined to be use in cooking.
Nice day tasting dusty terroir.
Don't ever miss a moment Don't waste time on unnecessary tears
Hold each day like you own it,
before You know it those days will turn to years
You have to learn to forget the past, but still hold it deep within;
You should not change for anyone!
Because you never know for sure, of the ones, who will be there in the end!
Live your life that makes Your heart smile with such a glow,
and remember it doesn't matter what anyone Thinks, only what you know!
We're only human, we all make mistakes; But learn, instead of follow;
The decisions you make today, could make or break your tomorrow!
Baby girl, your still so young, a big world you still look towards,
But that's why I'm here, God, you and I,
Together we'll walk forward!
Laugh like there is no limit, Love cautiously, but True
Don't step on hearts or burn any bridges,
you may need to turn and walk back through!
Please listen to my warnings, about making your life your own;
Cause only You can make You happy,
And the decisions you are making today,
will be your weight when you are grown!
Attitude, is of an enduring and an uplifting person
Gratitude, to give thanks and admiration for all those who do write
Respect, giving it for all of the greatest of the writers before
Excellence, is for all the high-level writes that he or she do put on page
Attributes, of a skilled sculpturer and an artist
Tenaciousness, of a cheetah or lion running for a meal
Perseverance, in thoughts and hard worker in deeds
Observance, to the rules, no copying of anyone leads
Elementary, for to be simple and clear, yet of the highest complexity
Total, of potential reached and enrichment of all their readers’ needs
My son's smile shines, in a photograph, standing out from the smiles of his high school track and cross-country team. Other photos of Dan showed him uncomfortable, afraid, tentative, or bored. When he played soccer, he stared into space, once being hit by a speeding ball. His coach said he lacked aggression and shouldn't play. In tennis, he was self-critical, swearing when the ball went out or hit the net. All that changed when he joined the cross-country team. Why? The man they called "coach" - Coach was always positive, never having a bad word for anyone. At the annual awards ceremony, he had something nice to say about everyone on the team and always had an amusing anecdote, as he recognized the individuality of each teammate. His message of camaraderie, positivity, humor, and most of all, fun, went a long way towards producing all those smiles, and most importantly to me, that of my son.
What man could make them run three miles?
It was his message, his approach.
Find the frivolity, the smiles, the fun,
in the photograph of the team and "Coach".
Speak Life
Speak life
Life was spoken
Life is precious
Your best token
Words are not just words
They're often spoken
But are they really heard?
Hey you, yes
Look at yourself
Even at your worst or your best
You are a success
A story
That has not been read
A quote that hasn't been said
A tear that hasn't been shared
A feeling that has always been cared
About
Speak life into yourself
That's what its about
Speak it
Into yourself
You have the power
Before anyone else
(Repeat 1x)
There's power ??
In everything you say
Be careful
What you speak into your self
It cam affect your mental health
Speak wealth
That will carry on and on
Look at you being strong ??
When you feel shattered in pieces
And can't fix it
Remember you are the ticket
The ticket ?? to a better you
So as a man thinketh
So is he
That quote sticks
You can fall, but don't quit
You are the apple in God's eye
It's OK to cry
You have flaws
God still loves us
I spite of it all
Speak it
Into yourself
You have the power
Before anyone else
(Repeat 1x)
Bridge
You are all of thee above
And more
You are amazing
Keep speaking that everyday
And believe it
Speak all you can into you and achieve it
(Repeat 1x)
Speak it
Into yourself
You have the power
Before anyone else
(Repeat until chorus fades )
Written by
Concetta Hardnett
11/23/2025
She’s a crone, I think, judging her dour disposition and prissy ways.
Discover by accident she is twelve years my junior!
Her face is pasty withered; worn, super freckled
Her neck not unlike the wrinkles of an elephant’s legs
How old is she? I query again, for I disbelieve
Anyone could look this hideous at this particular age.
I looked fantastic at that age; I can tell you.
Super fantastic, maybe even quad-super-fantastic.
I cannot take my eyes off her neck; does she not have a scarf?
If my neck looked half that bad, I would wear a thick black dog collar.
Her laugh is irritatingly baby-like, a silly chime-like birdsong laugh.
Surly she could have learned a better laugh by this age.
What’s going on? My husband asks, watching me watch her.
She is only fifty-five I tell him. So?
He does not get it, being a man.
So look at her. He wisely wanders away.
That night I walked by the mirror still scoffing.
The mirror called me back.
I looked at my neck and reached for a dog collar.
That was not enough, so I put on my executioner’s hood also.
Pay for your sins in life to live
At checkout (death)
Remember to pay the full bill
You won't be admitted further until you do so
Don't you think?
So I believe...
Remember:
Everything must be paid for
Every ounce of life has to be answered for
Every gram of everything is counted
Every deed is listed
There is a price for everything
If you paid in life, Is it free in the hereafter?
There is a hierarchy
If you believe
Since you were born
Did you or did you not pay your mother
For carrying you? Caring for you
Did you lie, deceive or cheat anyone since birth
Did you sin,
If you believe in a higher power
Did your actions hurt anyone
Can you justify them
If you can't or they go against anyone
You will have to pay a price
Is there forgiveness?
Will there be forgiveness from them that you hurt
Then wont there be a price for their wounds
Can anyone afford to be so generous to forgive you
Generosity is a big move,
When everyone works out everything is counted
When they may need it themselves
Every penny is counted
If you can't pay
Nothing is free
Welcome to hell
Where you will be slave for everyone
Where you will abide
And wonder why?
Some consolation for the wounded
Derived from love and hate ,
From people who think their righteous in this world
Who condemn you in a flash of an eye
And there actions speak louder than words
So pay your debts before your end.
Don't leave them till the end.
Here's hoping you get yours as I'll get mine.
Say in the light you received 80 pennies to get through life
How where they spent?
In this game of life
Did you gain or did you lose them all
Are you in debt?
Guess where you are going
Most cherished answers
Love
Care
Generosity
Health
What is your bill total
And don't award yourself some more
It wasn't my first choice
To put all my stuff
In the shopping cart
I found
behind the Walmart
I don't even care
about the wonky wheel
Somehow
It gives it the perfect feel
I have never been
one of the ones
to go in a straight line
So I like it just fine
Some might think
I'm a bit strange
Trying to cling onto
some of my old life stuff
A small comfort on the street
that most people
don't think of as rough
Less is more
when you don't have enough
Giving up even that
is kinda tough
I'm not out to hurt anyone
I just want to be left alone
Instead someone called to complain
with their iPhone
"The guy with the shopping cart
is out there again"
They don't want to see inconvenient truths
So I'm left to feel the pain
my cart confiscated
all my stuff poured out
left in a pile in the rain.
Maybe someone
could give me a room
Instead of sweeping me away
with a bylaw broom
It wouldn't have to be a big room
just a small one to start
A bit larger than a shopping cart
Now that would be something
to warm more than my heart
A shopping cart initiative
Trade up to a space
I'd no longer be nameless
a smile on my face
A little is a lot
when mixed with grace
Everyone yes everyone
should have their own place
I wrote this piece after bylaw enforcement officers confiscated the shopping carts of some of our homeless population down town Kelowna.