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On the top of the berm
One Canadian soldier stood
His head bowed
Heavily understood
We sign up to do
What the duty ensues
To our flag we obey
Our enemies, we pursue
This tor of abroad
In a distant land
Four lives so free
Leaving families bland
As we awake tomorrow
Knowing of yesterdays gone
We do for the right
For on this world we belong
We are a nation of many
Some days we will scar
Of Canada
Canadians we are
My tribute to the many Canadian soldiers who have fought for not only their
Countries freedom, but to preserve world peace, i bow to the living and fallen.
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Dear beloved,
I wish to see you again some time and watch you gaily soar
Dear beloved,
I wish to see you fly once more
Dear beloved,
I want to hear your voice before dusk
I crave for your melody to ring in my ears.... You are as precious as the sunset's horizon
You're as peaceful as a snow-white dove beyond my reach...go on...go on...
Keep on flying until the arrival of the dawn...
Dear beloved,
Weep till your eyes refuse to shed another fretful tear
Have no fear
Dear beloved....your touch is like velvet rubbing against my back
But i lack your beauty... I lack your tranquility
And i hope to see you succeed one day...
Your radiance embraces my body...but i want you to get rid of my dismay
One day...your spirit will float above the ground
Your blessed spirit...will be as light as a feather... Why do you still feel so ashamed and bound?
Dear beloved,
I wish you a sunshining day along with perpetual delight
Dear beloved,
I wish to keep a smile on your face...i wish i could see you beam bright like a dandilion, joyfully waiting patiently for summer's endless ecstasy
Dear beloved,
I wish to abide by your side
Till the day my demise meets my lips
Despite the tribulations we must face
But, keep your own pace
And preserve your beautiful grace
Dear beloved,
I wish to be in your heart forever
Till the day i have to let go....and gove in to the grave
Float like an angelic feather
I treasure your efflorescence and your feather-like, jubilant spirits
You're as light as a feather
Dear beloved,
our love will restore relishing serenity forever...
And ever
Dear beloved,
You are the gold nugget to my eye
Im hoping you won't pass me by...
Goodbye...love
Goodbye....
Take wing,
Dear beloved dove
An Orwellian Perception
“Don’t worry, the ‘Thought Police’ are with you.”
To bring stability, harmony, tranquility,
and hope for your offspring, fresh out of the fertility bank.
So be leery of persuasive genetic failures
who mate their genes for sexual gratification
to produce inferior genetic subhumans.
“For we are the chosen and are not to be manipulated”
by these mutant genes, which, like viruses, penetrate your heredity
and gobble up life at the trough without respect for the future
and will make you one of them—a cancer to the living chosen.
But we are here, and when you come to your senses,
you will agree to preserve the species here and hereafter.
“My presence is infinitesimal, and yet, I sacrifice willingly
prodo-genetics to ensure the survival of the species with prodigy.”
Who am I ?
A burning sensation to some,
For others, a cube of cold ice,
A tasteless element in someone’s life,
Perhaps, for others a rare spice.
I ruin their mood, they say,
For some, I fill colours in their palette of grey,
someone who appears out of nowhere,
a soul shaped by fear.
But who am I ?
I really want to know,
Am I a flower to preserve ?
or maybe a thorn to throw.
People here,
They have put me in the state of confusion,
One moment I hate myself,
The next moment, I sink into complete delusion,
But who am I ?
Many say that I have a kind heart,
But these same humans,
hate me and push me apart,
Who am I ?
That final stroke that makes the painting incredible,
Or the dried out, forgotten paint in the colour tray,
That is replaceable.
But who am I, really ?
Perhaps, someone forced to grow up before her age,
A childhood buried in silence,
still echoing within her as rage.
I used to hike the entire trail without seeing another soul.
Now people are swarming here in great droves.
I hardly see wildlife, only e-bikes and their drone.
Critters have retreated to the green center.
Far away from unleashed people and dogs.
The pervs and the dealers have moved in.
I watched a young couple being arrested.
Last month a crazy woman attacked a hiker with a knife.
Signs have sprung up reminding people to hide valuables and lock up.
It's no longer a preserve of peace.
You have to monitor what's coming up behind you.
I don't hear bird songs as much anymore.
I listen for the sound of crushed limestone underfoot.
O' heart, I wonder how
you can store
so many different
emotions of ours
in just thy four puny
chambers
while pumping away the
liquid of life
O' heart in you we
discover love
but side by side you
harbour hate
In you we find the
emotion of happiness
but side by side you
harbour rage!
When you cease to beat
many plans you thwart
May God protect the
young human heart
And while some O' heart
you hold dear
some make you skip a
beat in fear!
O' heart but we find in
you as well
the bad bad emotion of
jealousy
Such a potpourri of
emotions in you dwell
Help filter out any wrong
ones for me!
A mere four chambers
indeed but spacious are
they
invite therein
whomsoever in the
world you may
But in the end forget not
to reserve
atleast a single chamber
for its Creator, to
preserve
I can’t avoid
wounding others’ hearts with my words;
oftentimes with sarcasm I do forget
that what for me is jest
is for others a bitter herb hard to swallow.
It’s only later that I come to realize
that I have caused somebody’s pain;
then I, too, suffer and regret my tactlessness. .
So nowadays,
when I engage in discussions,
I take a deep breath and say a prayer
to be calm and be kind,
to respond gently and pick my words carefully,
to disagree without becoming offensive,
or, when I consider it best,
to choose silence, say nothing, and preserve the peace.
Among 3rd Place
Who I Am Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
The Parliament of Animals
met one day in a secret undisclosed location
“We are assembled here
to judge the actions
of the human race.
the human race is being charged with
crimes against nature,
destruction of the environment,
mass murder,
enslavement of animals,
mutilation of animals,
and violation of Gaia’s basic commandments
to preserve the environment
for all animals including humans.
Speaking for the prosecution
will be the Tiger and Lions,
speaking for the defense
will be the domestic cats and dogs
. We have in the room ten men and women
who are representative of the human race.
The parliament can make any recommendation
to remedy the situation
including the death penalty,
exile, or reparations.
Humans. You have been charged
with the following crimes.
crimes against nature,
destruction of the environment,
mass murder,
enslavement of animals,
mutilation of animals,
and violation of Gaia’s basic commandments
to preserve the environment
for all animals including humans.
How do you plead?
Sam Adams,
the lawyer for the humans, responded,
“Not guilty your honor
for these charges except for eating animals
which we contend is part of the natural
order of the world
and many if not most of you
are guilty of the same charge.”
“Clarification – your basic argument
is that everyone eats animals,
so humans are not guilty
“ “Yes, that is correct, your honor.” “
Okay, Mr. Tiger, you’re opening.”
“Okay. The facts are clear.
For thousands of years
until the Industrial Revolution humans
had little mass impact
on the overall environment.
Ever since then all animals
have been impacted
and my species has been hunted
to near extinction for the greed of humans
who have not eaten tiger meat.
The predator class,
including bears, coyotes, feral dogs,
lions, tigers,
This suspends the parliament of animals.
Death to all humans.”
The word went out
animals rose all over the world
and the reign of human tyranny
ended within a year.
The Salt of the Earth
Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Pakistani musicians making music with pyramids and suffering?
Is it Pakistani musicians finding suffering in heart problems and untimely
hospital stays?
Is it Jordanian warriors tied to their culture, but yearning for the love of the world?
Is it soft hearted geniuses doubting their own efficacy but yet affirming my soul?
Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Divinity Students weighted down by the complexities of a God who would
forsake the downtrodden?
Or good hearted economists calling them commies?
Is it bow tie wearing conservatives who feed my mind yet bring a wry smile?
Is it Lesbian ethics professors who wage war on injustice?
Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Jewish prophets of industry who volunteer to fight on the front lines and
receive stress and conflict in return?
Is it Jewish prophets of industry who write with courage and integrity to
publishers who shun the very idea of the Divine?
Is it cross wearing angels of administration who work behind close doors of
schedules and student suffering?
Who is the Salt of the Earth?
Is it Buddhist clinicians who start health care programs and help the unfeeling to
feel?
Is it loving pastors who pray with sincerity and conviction?
Is it a woman on the street teaching the rest of us to be grateful?
Or is it some wonderful euphony?
Or is it some wonderful euphony of people in conflict, yet all serving the same
goal?
Or is it some wonderful sound, as a sweet incense that though we refuse to
understand each other or consider the others vantage, together because our
hearts are good,
Together because our hearts are good.
Together because our hearts are good, we become a sound.
We become the sound of rushing water, and preserve the earth as one.
FRAGMENTS
preserve
the moment
of
jagged
shadows
revealing
signature
conceive
the memory
of
the esoteric
exercised
existence
involving
chance
pleasing
&
resonant
melting down
explicit
imaginative
manoeuvres
transform
the moment
arbitary
random
encaustic
microisms
complicate
the
presence
&
emotionally
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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