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Albert Leblanc Poem
Voting time is upon us
One time when we can choose who should govern
The time that many wish they could have but it is forbidden
I will be there to cast my ballot; I will not neglect this privilege
Not let Nellie McClung and the 5 down; cannot let their victory be in vain
Go vote, go vote!
Do not shun a day many would die to have
All around the world death is the result of asking for the right to vote
Yes, go vote go vote!
If you do not, change might come for the worse or it won’t come at all
So go vote and insure change happens for the better
Never forget, ladies, we have only had this for not even 100 years
End the belief, oh people of youth, that the young don’t vote
Always remember voting day is a day many have longed for but have not had, and have died trying to get.
Remember to go vote and celebrate Canada by participating in its democracy!
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To some it represents the darkness,
for in it color is absent.
So forbidding...
It can be frightening
For many it represents evil,
it symbolizes death, the monsters and the devil.
Yet it was made by God for good.
It is a creation, like air and wood.
Black can me more pure than white.
It brings in and unites;
Matches with all, including itself.
Rarely it should be left of the shelf.
The goths love the black.
It's the makeup on my skin, and the clothes on my back.
Against the pale white, it represents my soul.
Their is beauty in the dark, the night, and being alone.
Where ohhhh judging ones is your song?
How is wearing all black my wrong?
What more criticism do you wish to bring?
I no longer feel your sting.
For me, black is peaceful because it does not easily stain.
It leaves room for sadness and pain.
No need to pretend everything is full of goodness.
More honesty and reality in the black roses.
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Remember them now.
Do not wait till later, but now.
Remember who paid.
Freedom has a cost.
We remember who paid it.
Do not forget them.
They fought, bled, and died.
Some never saw home again.
Remember them now.
They fought in the trench;
They fought, not played, on the beach;
So we could be free.
We remember you.
We shall not forget your face.
We thank you today.
Remembrance day is today.
Remember Canada came at a price.
Thank all those who paid it with their lives.
May we never take them, or Canada, for granted.
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Albert Leblanc Poem
It is Now Autumn
It is now autumn
The leaves are changing slowly
The air is cooling
It is now autumn
Time for life to be calmer
Summer all over
It is now autumn
Time to go to school again
Time to learn in class
It is now autumn
The Northumberland Strait chills
Boats return for winter
It is now autumn
Only islanders live here now
The Island is home
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Feel the gentle wind
The scent of water's presence
The dark clouds shadows
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So many, so dead
Where did they come from, and why?
Why do they hate us?
So much death, so much
Young people die much too soon
Parents live to mourn.
Some of the young died,
Because their vests hid the bombs.
Executioners.
What should we do now?
How can we stop all of this?
Or must more die first?
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Numb
It happens
Similar, yet not
We grow numb
Poverty
One more child dies
We cry less
Politics
More empty debates
We grow bored
Commercials
One more faulty thing
Trust is gone
School shooting
More students snuffed out
Another day
Another
Cause to join, defend
I grow tired
So many things
Over and over
I grow numb
Painful world
Displayed on the news
Numb, yet watch
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Jesus is gone I cannot see him
The Spirit comes
Spirit mourns for Him
The Lord is no longer on earth
He is in heaven with His Father
Yet I am here on earth
The Spirit lives inside me
The Spirit calls out Abba
The Spirit reminds me of Jesus
The Spirit reminds my heart
My heart mourns for Jesus
The Spirit in stills mourning for Jesus
The Spirit helps me understand the Scriptures
Spirit helps me interpret the times
When will my Lord return?
Why is He so long in coming?
Must trust in the Father's timing
Always trust, always hope
The Spirit in stills patience
Yet wait in silent mourns I do
Abba Father I wait in silence and hope
I wait in the Spirit for the Lord to return
I wait in the Spirit for Jesus to return
We wait in the heat of the day, and cool of the night
We wait, we wait
We wait, wait, and wait
Yet we are not orphans
The Lord did not leave us alone
He sent the Spirit to live within us
We are not alone
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You seek me, You find me
You know when I sit, when I stand
You know my inner thoughts, my inner feelings
You know my inner sorrows, inner sadness
You know my inner struggles, inner conflicts
You know when I debate with myself
You know when I hate to look in the mirror, and when I like what I see
You call out “Where are you?”
Sometimes I am still nervous, even after almost 25 years
25 years of God being a part of my life
A God I’m sometimes cringe to approach
Yet I want to approach, I want to be bold
To commune with the Triune God is my goal
I wish to dive deeper and deeper into God
Should I drown, I want to accept and embrace it
Will God answer this prayer? Does He want this to?
God is the one who cries out, “Where are you?”
The Father sent His Son by the Spirit to call me back
Yes, God wants this too
In the quiet of the night I still wonder, still fear
God is a Being to be respected and to be worshipped
Can I really approach my Creator? Can I really commune with Him?
Or should I observe the Triune God from a distance?
Father, You are my Father. I should run to You.
Yet, here I stand and stay back even after 25 years.
Lord Jesus, even You approached Our Father trembling and on Your knees
Jesus, please guide me to Our Father who art in heaven
Dear Spirit, take the plunge with me
Push me in and let me swim around in the Triune God.
Let me commune with the Persons, let me get to know the Persons
Let them be my all in all; let me be bound to them
I do not want to be like many of my ancestors,
Who were supposed to be your people and be bound to you.
Yet them walked away and chased after other idols, chased after their own pride;
Father in heaven, do not let me be like them.
Let me be like Jesus who always obeyed you.
Let me be like my King;
My King followed our Father, no matter the cost.
Spirit guide me and walk with me, like you walked with the King.1
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