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Blueberry Festival in Sioux Lookout
Travelling north (on an adventurous drive)
Off the Trans-Canada on King’s Highway 72,
In Northwestern Ontario,
I crossed the bridge at the Frog Rapids Narrows
Of the English River system
And entered the town of Sioux Lookout
On Pelican Lake, “Hub of the North”
And gateway to Lac Seul.
Legend has it, as told by the elders,
That in days past, a mountain lookout
Was established by the Ojibwe for them
To scan the horizon
For oncoming Sioux warriors
Who had unfriendly intentions
And intercept them
Before they could storm the camp.
While I was in Sioux Lookout
During the “Blueberry Festival”
Held in August
To celebrate the Creator’s abundance,
I wandered about the town,
Enjoying the sights and sounds,
And noticed the sadness
In the faces of the Anishinaabe people.
I stopped to admire a native mother
Attired in a skirt with jeans underneath,
And who dressed her pretty little girl the same,
Both of them wearing embroidered jackets,
And I thought how out of place they looked
In today’s world of modern technology—
The younger, with a sparkle of curiosity,
And the older, less spriteful, melancholy.
Gone are the traditions!
Gone is the culture!
Gone is the respect due one to another,
And it’s heartbreaking to know
That the Europeans are responsible
For these deviant behaviours,
And I cannot keep from thinking
About the residential schools.
The town begins the celebration
With a community blueberry bake-off
Followed by the weeklong list
Of sports activities and music festival.
The mornings begin with blueberry pancakes
Topped off with maple syrup and side entrees
Of bacon or sausages, followed by picnics of hot dogs,
Hamburgers, steaks, and blueberry desserts.
The air in the North is refreshing,
Void of that smell of congestion,
And the space is wide open;
Unlike the city, where people are confrontational
From the anxiety associated with daily living,
The traffic, and the pressure!
It was nice to escape city life and enjoy
Sioux Lookout’s Blueberry Festival.
Tightly closed and bolted locks held
the pack back from holding where it stood,
baying, howling at the moon like wormwood;
a curdling cry screeching at its fullness
casting lit shadowy haunts
orange red blood glow that taunts;
an immense and eerie specter of the night scape
drew the pack that gathered at the gate
a far distant position of confrontational stalemate;
lost to the wilderness that once was
relegated in progress and time
with freedom of the moon left to find.
For Wolves and the Moon contest 8/13/18
Did I get dropped out the sky or floated to the surface
Was I sent up in a elevator from the underground
I have never seen pictures of myself as a newborn or infant
No baby stories about baby milestones dislikes or like
Told, my cry sounded as if I had a bell on my tongue
No baby stories from parents; stories started from 18 months old
Around 5y I started visiting with dad mother and grandmother
Another girl was there around same age, she was very mischievous
Frequent visits around 6y with dad grandmother were weird and draining
Dad grandmother laid me down and spoke over me in tongue
Mother of the church is what they called her; witchcraft at its finest
Her and her daughter with church members performed rituals
Something changed; she was me and I was her (energetically)
Didn't understand reasons dad mother kept hiding my hands
I had to sit on my hands when dad grandmother had visitors
Nasty nose bleeds, nightmares and changed behaviors at home
My parents knew what was happening and downplayed it
Mom start labeling me evil; Dad was lost for words
I was a quiet shy non confrontational 5y girl, bullied by peers
Only preferred vegetables, no meat, no violence, no noise
By 9y, a outspoken meat loving bully who scared people
The next time I saw other girl she was sweet, shy, wholesome
Religious darkness is real and I have been targeted my whole life
They ally knew I was a healer, but deemed me as a demon
Paid to curse a beloved child to change the purpose to bring love
I fought those energies off for years, no help or guidance
Presently I am stronger than expected, and I physically fought alone
Spiritually my ancestors helped and I am forever grateful
A lot of perseverance; upright, feet to the ground, head held high.
TV sensation
Prime time news;
Wake up call
~~~~~~~~~
Elegant poise on TV
Charming sweet voice;
Brilliant anchor delivery
~~~~~~~~~
Homegrown talent
Sparkle and shine;
New media sensation
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Stock market trends
Upswing and downswing;
Challenging times
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Politics of freedom
Confrontational constituents;
Angry defiance
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Observe the times
Conflicts permutates;
Right and left and wrong
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Losing streak
Gambling losses;
Cut loss and run
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Affairs of the heart
Uneasy showdown;
Bruised egos clash
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Pun of old wit
Can still sting;
Mad hornets stir
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Kill joy this talk
Something for nothing;
Deceit attends conceit
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Gain or loss
Not much has changed;
Greedy is greedy
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Here we go again
Flirt from old pain;
Embrace new pain
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Sweet baby asleep
Mother's fond embrace;
Peace in the valley
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Leon Enriquez
20 October 2014
Singapore
Be strong in your beliefs and opinions
Give and receive them respectfully
Discuss , debate, disagree ,
Devoid of anger and intimidation
Be polite and behave graciously
Don’t try and change opinions
Or what others believe
With intimidation and insults
Just amicably disagree
Why the desire to be hurtful
Trying to out-speak and outdo
Using sarcasm just to be heard
Desperate for control and that final word
Stop being childish and hateful
Bullying is not a game
Spewing ugly vindictive words
Is not the way to make positive change
Insecurities play a part with bullies
Due to lack of self worth and self esteem
Feeling stronger in who they are
When humiliating and simply being mean
Strive for a better way
Strive for a more positive you
There are no wrongs or rights
Just different points of view
Try kindness and compassion
Seek qualities in your fellow mankind
Don’t engage in belittling interactions
Igniting troubled minds
Life is not a competition
A constant game of tit for tat
Being confrontational and critical
Is not the way decent humans act
You have created your own personal battle field
Fuelled by antagonism and controversy
It must be so emotionally draining
Being consumed with malice and negativity
Young Soul
Dear young soul who stole your smile that you go around stone faced like one who wears the weight of the world holding you down. Where is the joy that once filled you when you chose to incarnate yourself in a form of this melanin thin body and heart that aims to please everyone accept you but for every insult, rejection, disappointment fear insecurity, humiliation and tease; bars in the form of labels were encased around you rules and expectations were given to you where you slowly began to forget what it truly meant to be free. Your eyes were replaced with blurry vision so you have no sight of the greatness and potential you truly possess. Self-doubt and uncertainty slowly began to invade every crack and crevice of your being so you appear in the eyes of them as unsure of your self. Dear strong soul who silenced your voice that you believe what you have to say is of no importance that the mere sound of every word that comes forth from the core of your inner parts fades out in the distance scattered by the wind. That the opinions of others confrontational assertiveness causes you to hesitate shrink back and cringe. Young soul who mislead you that you feel like you have lost your way to finding fulfillment in every moment, who wrote the blueprint for the way you are suppose to live, who was there to give you direction through every path in life’s system requires you to navigate
He stands against the old barn door
relaxed not a confrontational bone,
thin as a pitchfork's tine.
Farmhand, hunter, true-shooter,
the lens flatters him.
A ring of white T-shirt gives a reverse
halo to his lantern-jaw.
Loose fitting pants rumple
just right atop his kick ass boots.
He stands against an old barn door
who held up who the real question—
a bit of James Dean in pocket pressed hands,
Paul Newman in his eyes.
Flannel hugs him. (When the woman aren’t.)
Capped by a bent brimmed hat,
he's rolled to perfection.
I’m sure the name tag on his shirt
didn’t do him justice—
In America, some people see glasses half EMPTY, and
their glasses will never be full in spite of their ABILITY.
In America, we are becoming a nation of less independence
and more DEPENDENCY. In America, some people see glasses half FULL, and they will never sat or cease to push and PULL.
In America, some people see blue STATES and devote
themselves to those states, spending valuable time and
resources in DEBATES. In America, some people see red
states and PLEDGE their loyalties to those states, hoping to gain an EDGE.
In America, some people see neither blue nor RED. They too
have a belief system, and they too want to get AHEAD. They too have political party affiliations and also pray and VOTE. They choose more civility, not in being confrontational to rock
the BOAT. They see The United States of America as one nation under God, without DIVISION. This is the way they have chosen to believe and see, contrary to anything else in their VISION.
053121PSCtest, We See What We Want To See, Daniel Turner. 3P
How often does the battle rage
in scripting men and women of youthful age
to the war on which we lay our rights
calling all to the battle cry of fear and fight?
Freedom comes with a disastrous price
when misspoken words enrage the hate and internal vice
of gun and cannon roar to steal away the best of lives
only to be recorded in nameless historic archives.
Combative battlegrounds of confrontational hostilities
mark the flesh and blood scourge of future inabilities
to struggle to live in peace and learn to compromise
for land or some fool-hearty franchise shaded heroic disguise.
There is no righteous war to sanitize the tears
and children's cries left behind to remember and agonize.
Once again although we are one and the same
One strikes another in confrontational shame
The thirty eighth parallel shows that man has not lost
To discuss through weapons, no matter the cost
Diplomacy with thought, before all leaders speak
Just listen to each other as it's peace that we all seek
It's not just your own lives that you play with today
Escalation of conflict brings others their say
History tells us that no one really gains
Only generations present, will feel wars pains
No care is ever given when decisions to fight are made
Whilst we await the screaming whistles of their hostile serenade
We live in the world of conscience, mans dark abyss
Whilst the majority enjoy the light, peace is their wish
Will there ever be a day, when man may finally learn
To abide by life and decency that decent people yearn
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