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it was Spring 2023 that my city of Ottawa, Canada
was hit by floods
we had so much rain that the rivers overflowed
into the streets, forests, and homes
the sewers could not cope
homes were floating down the Ottawa River
and the rain kept coming and coming non stop
the storms heavy with thunder booming
into the nights ...
I was safe on the third floor
of my apartment building
but had no power for days
however, some people lost everything
their homes and belongings
after the flooding the most amazing thing
people helping people everywhere
the young and old doing what they could
whether a big thing or a small thing
a man and his friends with a boat
saving pets
that had to be left behind
and others picking up stranded people
folks bringing food to the shelters
coffee to rescuers
yes, there were a few deaths
but the spirit of survival was a battle cry
we will rebuild shouted a man ...
after the waters receded
people went back to the homes
to retrieve what they could
photo albums floated in rooms
precious memories underwater
and always people volunteering to help
rummage through the damage
to help find a treasure ...
The part-time poet chose a summer day
to search for inspiration at the park.
Distracted by the children's joyful play,
she sat and stared--mind empty, mood so dark.
She said, "The forest is the place I'll find
enchanting scenes to motivate my pen,"
but woodland creatures' noises filled her mind.
Her muse then fled, and she could not begin.
Perhaps some time with family and friends
would help her find imagination's key.
Oh, no! She finds their lively chatter tends
to chase away her creativity!
She sits alone and queries, "Why--oh, why--
can't I create a poem that mirrors me
and all the wonders that within me lie?"
A part-time poet she will always be!
Date: July 2, 2019
Contest: The Part Time Poet Contest
received NA in this contest, judged July 9, 2019
entered in John Hamilton's NA Rerun-2 Poetry Contest on August 7, 2019
The winds of change, they always come along.
We get to feeling safe and lose our fear.
And then as if from nowhere, blowing strong,
stampeding Pegasuses, they appear!
They tear through sky; they trample all we know.
The winds of change - they always come along.
We welcome them, but are they friend or foe?
Is "progress" mostly right or mostly wrong?
We let them take us, for we are a throng
of humankind, prepared for a new day.
The winds of change - they always come along.
But will technology blow us away?
We change with them and think that all is good
because they start to lull us with a song
that promises some peace and brotherhood.
The winds of change - they always come along.
Sept. 1, 2017 for Julie Rodeheaver's Winds of Change Poetry Contest
You see them loot on city streets,
attack people and leave them beat,
take what they want with no regard,
it’s ‘easier’ than working hard.
We see them take a human life,
with no regard for people’s rights,
defraud taxes, both poor and rich,
spend your hard work without a hitch.
Will the police protect you then?
if the politicians left them,
but if your view and thoughts are ‘wrong’
they help the thugs to get along.
Your life must be in your own hands,
a never-changing rule of man,
the wolf is always at the door,
if you want peace, prepare to war.
We’re so secure in modern times
that it seems bizarre to some minda
to think foreigners could invade,
some relic from a darker age,
to the point that they will decree,
“Let’s only use diplomacy,”
forgetting that the wretched lot
that usually rise to the top
crave what you have, and do not care
if war is what will get them there.
But why have these guys no struck yet?
an ever-present fear of death,
the fact that we will kill them back
is all that staves of their attack.
Reason can never convince them
to give up power’s addiction,
and when the sheep-dogs go away
then these wolves will come out to prey,
with no thought of the blood and strife,
they’ll take your land and rape your wife,
the wolf is always at the door,
if you want peace, prepare for war.
We can’t forgive the greatest threat,
the evil we’re forced to abet,
the specter we call government,
forever plays on sentiments,
divides and riles openly,
draws power from our liberties,
and even here, in a free state,
a tyrant lies in each, and waits…
Waits to seize what it never should,
while claiming it’s for your own good.
our founders knew just what they are,
tried to stop them going too far,
to this day they chafe at restraint,
make it a reason for complaint,
but their intentions are well known:
they see themselves upon a throne.
From senator to bureaucrat,
we’d do well to remember that
the wolf is always at the door,
if you want peace, prepare for war.
Humanity
Courage is never found Within cowards
So when you call for the rain remember
It will fall on everyone’s roof
The life we live now tells a lot
I don’t need to tell no explanation
The world is visible enough to see through the holes of manipulation
Despite the intelligence of man
we can’t escape the circle of captivity
So let the poor be if you have power
Save your energy to protect the weak
If you are strong
They are too many of them world wide
They are always around you
Show some love
Give some care
So my friend I respectfully plead
Help to keep Alive
Humanity
There are great dragons in my life
that came to me from long ago.
They traveled from across the sea
inside some boxes stored below
His seat during the flight's long trip,
to be a gift for sister dear.
In nineteen forty-four, on leave
from World War II, that distant year,
My Uncle, Air Force pilot then,
came home this time, to be his last.
His sis, my mom, had cherished them,
and when she died, to me they passed.
There are great dragons in my life
that came to me from long ago.
They traveled from across the sea
inside some boxes packed, and so,
Within my home now safe and sound
for me to keep close in my care;
gifts from the war, my Uncle brought
my antique set of Dragonware.
Tea set for eight, dessert plates too
all these with dragons painted on,
in moriage, raised slip decor
made in Japan, but bought in Guam.
There are great dragons in my life
this antique set came 'cross the sea.
His gift is all that's left of him
His gift of dragons saved for me.
October 19, 2015
Contest: Dragons
Sponsor: Silent One
4th Place
An evil spirit dwells just outside,
The heart of every man.
Waiting for an open door;
Been there since time began.
This spirit seeks to cause unrest,
Slow, progressive destruction,
Of everything that we hold dear,
By clever, sly seduction.
It starts out with self pity,
Perhaps some jealousy,
Then anger shows it's ugly head,
To set the travesty.
Soon all the joy is gone from life,
No good can we find.
To all God's goodness, joy and hope,
We seem to have gone blind;
Because we listen to the whispers,
Going 'round inside our head,
And if we listen to the whispers long,
Our spirit soon is dead.
I know that's how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit
when you are photographing flowers.
It's not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where you've gone.
One step wrong and you're.
off the high wire
And plunging into the no safety net.
Flying for a while;
Jumping into hyperspace,spinning electrons
Startle your grey eyes.
Transiting the new black sun
You're on a double gold helix,
Spider on your web,
Knitting furiously
Into the future heaven on gossamer wings.
Butterfly goodbye,I'm off to see the stars.
And the black holes.Noone will come with me.
I'm shaking off,evaporating into mist.
I'm a flying saucer on a circus mission.
I can't say no to a new invitation.
Make it fast and break with tradition.
Time is passing smoothly till that break
In the music,I've been transmuted into a different key
someone else will play me on their violin
I'm a tune,
I'm a thought,
I'm a whisper in your vision.
Goodbye,darling.I'm under orders
Ready to leave for my performance
On the electric carpet.
Death dancing to a tune on a violoncello,
Arpeggionne sonata
i'm playing your words upside down
In a new foreign translation,
Accompanied by solo artists,ice cracking
I'm going in.It's too sudden.
I'm flying.
Spinning faster to amuse the clowns,
too many ups and no downs.
I'm going right out of orbit
I've broken the pull of gravity,
And fly with pure equanimity
Into my future life,
I'm off at some moment,
An instant ,a crack,a loud smack.
That was me passing.
The mad wind passed swiftly through the city showing mankind no pity, it captivate everything in its path, ripping up the cornfields, throwing down utility poles and opening up closed door. It circles around the creeks scaling sunlit mountains, mixing earth with stones and dressing the heavens with the gowns flying over the throne. It roots up the landfills, and settles beneath the foot of the hill circling, and twirling around for the eye that is set on the throne. It spews out a terrible sound reminding the people that destiny is around. It hisses and lashes, sending wooden planks over the bend and carrying the concrete a hundred meter down the lane.
The people run around the bend, looking for shelter underneath the altar but the mad wind drag them out and cause the entire town to jump and shout. It move ferociously around the pig pen and dances around the chicken coop, and drive the roosters from the roof, the ducks began to run too , wagging their bumpy tails and saying how do you do.
Zinc and pans, bucket and lamps crowd the street and debris flying in the air, landing in the bushes, and the middle of the streets, slowly erupting the town’s heart beat.The mad wind is moving towards the east, and I can finally get some peace. The sun is burning in the west, and I don’t have to fret, the fire is down to the wire and the vision is moving closer and some people are still looking for an answer.
I stand there breathlessly looking at the damages it left behind, overturned house fallen trees dug out road and overturned boats stalled cars in the middle of the street, and a temperature that lit up the street .Dead bodies floating in the rivers and screaming voices are heard from all places .People trapped onto of the roof and widow suck into the chimney with foot shaking up side down and head buried in the ground. The mad wind keeps moving leaving nothing unturned and the grey skies trembling in the sun leaving nothing undone and so the mad wind resides in the east.
There's a false chord in the lullaby.
There's a dagger in the hand.
There's a stinger in the butterfly.
There's a scorpion in the sand.
There's harshness in the laugh.
A fist in velvet glove
A dead bird in your path
Contempt behind the love
Crushed eyeglass near your car
Banana peel on the floor
Bent nail gives you a jar.
Omens you can't ignore.
Some say you must be kept down.
They see no need to tell you why.
No tossed rope to those who drown.
No effort to tell truth from lie.
Some wish to force your view.
Some wish to mold your mind.
Back in the clamor, who rings true?
Who is wicked, who is kind?
There is no art as Shakespeare said
To know the mind from the face
In some hearts all good is dead
Extremes make up the human race.
Sure, they'll use every soaring phrase
But their hearts are full of hate
They'll follow any political craze
You'll see through them, but too late.