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The Mother who has made this world,
Has not forsaken her children.
Tis she who brings the sun each day,
And puts it to bed every evening.

The patriarchs who run the show,
Have tried to bury her glory,
But birds that sing and seeds that sprout,
In praise do repeat her story.

Her fertile womb has spawned our race,
In ancient times we adored her.
But politics and religion,
Have convinced us to ignore her.

We need our Mother desperately,
Right now even more than ever.
So let us call on her as we,
In our daily lives endeavor.

When troubles feel too much to bear,
And your life seems not worth living,
Turn to her, let her lift you up,
Look at all the gifts she's giving.

I think in some past lives, I was a girl,
Swept down that river - Sacred Feminine;-
And like the shell which once contained a pearl,
Was washed by Time, and freed of all my sin.

Some men say I am hard - and others strange,
They do not know the half of it I say;-
Great Cosmic Engine, where atoms re-arrange,
And Energies disperse and go their Way.

Many times re-born, and died, great wheel of Time;-
That spins the stars around - great light of day,
And when it's night, those stars begin their climb,
To shower Earth and Heaven with each ray.

I feel echo of past lives, which once were mine;-
Feel the sense of some great Eternity;-
I feel it as my pen construes this rhyme,
Made of stardust from some distant Galaxy.

I feel it when I meet a lady's eyes,
(I'm happy in the body I'm in now);-
Although it never comes as a surprise;-
To feel afresh, what I already know.


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I clearly recall Vigus who was around eight
Wearing a girl's dress climbing over their front gate
His folks thought this apparel would keep him at home
And discourage him from leaving their place to roam

When we played a game of marbles on the bare ground
He would tuck the dress between his legs and stoop down
This was in preparation for his turn to “pitch”
So he could aim at the target without a hitch

His first language was a version of French patois
Which he learned in his native island, St. Lucia
When we first met and he spoke French patois to me
I, not understanding, would nod approvingly

We made chocolate ice cream from sifted dirt and sand
And sought someone to taste our own special brand
He was my next door neighbour and as a young boy
Playing together as children brought us great joy

I want to write a poem
But I'm not sure if I should
It's about the process of aging
And the effects which are not so good

Anyway, here I go and
No matter what you may think
The time will come when
Your health will not be in the pink

Your skin will start to sag
And wrinkles will appear
It's a natural process
One which you should not fear

Your body joints which once had
A lot of flexibility
Will begin to tighten up
And cause you pain and anxiety

Your ability to focus
And to multi-task
Will weaken as you age
And become a thing of the past

You may find yourself asking
Did I do that or not?
For your sake I hope
That does not happen a lot

Some folks reading this may say
Such things will not happen to me
In response I say to you as you age
Let us just wait and see

Glorious days together spent
In seasons twice together.
One in summer's final days
And one in cooler weather.

One upon an Isle of green
And one beside the sea.
One in your own homeland
And one spent here with me.

The sweetness of our holidays
So swiftly did they fly,
Was tempered twice by parting
With a teardrop in the eye.

Another span together comes
As winter blusters in.
And a holiday of precious love
We shall enjoy again.

But this time will be different
As our holiday draws nigh.
For when I'm back to work next time
We'll have no cause to cry.

There will not be an airport scene
As you or I must leave
For we'll remain together
With no time apart to grieve.

The tears will be deferred this time;
A winter of respite
For not until the spring begins
Will I see you to your flight.

And though that day will surely come
I know for all our years
We'll one day be united
In a life with no more tears.

Wherever you go and whatever you do
In mind and spirit I'm at your side.
Each minute and day that you go through,
I'm with you for that ride.

You're in my arms, safe, secure.
And I'm forging out the way
To be with you forever more
As we start and end each day.

I've left with you a part of me
That links you to my whole
Lifting you to fly so free,
A wondrous cosmic soul.

All that's mine is yours, as well
My world I give to you.
And for your sake, I'd wade through hell
And cleave it's gates in two.

I'd batter down the strongest wall
Or cross a raging sea.
I'd climb a peak however tall
With you I'll always be.

You'll never have to be alone.
I'm with you day and night.
My love for you is carved in stone.
You're always in my sight.

My friend had introduced us,
That crisp late autumn day.
He'd told me she was easy,
Would let me have my way.

But she was babysitting,
Her younger brothers, three.
Had to wait until they slept,
Before she would be free.

So we necked a little while,
My hands went roaming round.
I got so damned excited,
My heart began to pound.

Then the kids came in from play,
We quickly jumped apart.
She made us all some hotdogs,
I tried to slow my heart.

When she put the kids to bed,
We necked again some more.
She checked in then after while,
They had begun to snore.

So I took her by the hand,
To lead her off to bed.
She hesitated then cause,
They may wake up, she said.

I swept her up in my arms,
And carried her to lay,
Upon the bed so sweetly.
Then closed the door to play.

The condom that I carried,
I slipped on inside out.
Of course it slipped right off,
Oh such a clumsy lout.

Was over in a moment,
My trigger was so prime.
But hey give me a break now,
It was just my first time.

Following thirty years
of power building, rife
with billions taken from
the people, land and life

Soles now upturned
facing toward heaven’s light
LEAVE spelling out dis-
respect through all the strife

A nation’s self-portrait
Tahrir Square rounding out
hope captured in hands
upholding freedom’s shout

Shoes held high, speaking
the people and army stand
together as one, answers
awaited by prayers’ demand

Six-0-three pm with
Sunset prayers ended
as strangers hugged and
roars, heard, ascended

Power transferred from
Mubarak to the people’s pride
as proudly Egyptians honor
those many who have died

Peaceful strength, humor laced,
dictator’s reign did cease.
May those who liberated now
govern this nation in peace.

monkey monkey in the tree
swinging from his tail

The pops and creaks and grunts and groans,
Are caused by my condition.
Arthritis, not old age, you see,
Puts me in this position.

Still young of heart and mind I am.
With wild imagination.
Just aching joints spread here and there,
That cause me irritation.

I try hard not to let it show,
This awful aching pain.
But if perhaps you catch a wince,
Arthritis once again.

I do some carpentry at times,
Some painting and some plumbing.
Each take their toll, my body pays,
Just wishing for some numbing.

But work I must, so off I go,
Into the breech once more.
Just take it slow and carefully,
As I go out the door.

There's some folks seem to understand,
And some who never can.
They think my pain a weakness so,
Think me a lesser man.

I hope one day they find a cure,
To end this woeful mess.
But until then, I'm what you see,
In pain and under stress.

Don't get me wrong, I can't complain,
There's others facing more.
I wish them well, a healing wish,
Their wholeness to restore.