ED WOODS

A Mother's Day First

Mom preferred a flight

as celebration

sightseeing over Toronto

then fish and chips

at the flight center picnic table

lush green landscape

between runways

scented of crops grown

and  fuel spent

propellers droned

tires squealed

happy people came and went

then a last tea before home

today

Mother’s Day

flowerless and motherless

no smiles or stories

of her latest antics

I salute Mom’s picture

and lock of hair

*Editor's note:  Ed's Mother passed away recently as this is a tribute to her.    

SUSAN DAVIS

Susan David launched her new book "SWIMS" today at the Unitarian church on Dundurn Street.

I was very pleased to see such a good crowd on this rather dismal looking day.  The atmosphere inside was warm and welcoming with a lovely buffet set up for the guests.

Susan's new book is beautiful with its art work and lovely poetry and well worth purchasing..

.

Susan A.J. Davis

The buffet table with Susan's art work above it.

SWIMS

Susan read from her book for a short period of time which was well received by those assembled.

A lovely afternoon spent with compatible people.

ASMA WARSI

 Six Point One

He called me this morning, “how old did you turn?”
“I am sixty-one.”
Computer savvy as he is,
He retorted, “ You’re only 6.1”

Am I Acrobat, or Photoshop? I don’t know
Perhaps Pagemaker 6.1,
So age is only numbers,
Mindset, version, a vision.

Next year, then I’ll be 6.2,
Will I be more user-friendly?
Or more troublesome, snappy, grumpy,
Irritating, annoying, crude?
Or will I be like every version?
Promised as better, improved.

[This was an impromptu poem written by me on my birthday]
Asma Warsi ©

Susan A.J. Davis

1st September through October 27th, 2013

Swims: Poetry, Images & Calligraphy

A exhibition of the original work comprising a Handmade Book by Susan AJ Davis

Reception, Book Release, and Reading of the Poems

2-4 pm Sunday, October 6th

First Unitarian Church of Hamilton

170 Dundurn Street, Hamilton, ON

Everyone is Welcome

   

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MARTY BEERS MESHBERG

Band Wagons

Jumping on the 'band wagon',

in my book,

leaves much to be desired.

Large groups and masses

such as political parties

and social causes

often require that

one must leave one's

own mind and heart

behind.

I view collective thought

clannish

and a humanistic danger.

It is easy to join causes

which ask you to sign up

to dogma's...

releasing you from true

contemplation. 

I am reminded

in the Baha'i Writings,

that one must apprehend

the truth through one's

own investigation

and not through the eyes

of others.

I find myself at odds with

many causes because I refuse

to relinquish this spiritual right.

There are those

who call me brave

and courageous

and those who find reason

to call me a traitor.

I am solitary

in my quest

to remain liberated

from classification

and life's multi-peered

bucket

of pseudo-pious offences.

I am solitary here

to persevere, to giving life

to what has been proven

to be right. To carry forward

the truths that I've found

and to make that

the whole meaning

of my life.

MCM©Feb.2013

ASMA WARSI

For Asif and Sana, on their wedding

By Asma Warsi, Aug 25, 2013

Love is in the air

scent of new flowers, and henna

enchanting, alluring

spring of life gushing.

This fascinating union

of Sharif and Hameed

adding a new daughter here

and a new son there

as Sana and Asif tie the knot.

Mothers, siblings, friends

experiencing moments of joy, ecstasy

at this blissful event.

And I am asking the Lord:

Bestow upon them, Your blessings,

unlimited abundance of love,

devotion, loyalty, trust

and all that comes with such a union.

Fill their heart and home

with laughter and harmony,

make it a heaven on earth. 

WILMA SEVILLE

At Germania Park

I soak up the welcome sun

Its spring rays caressing  me 

putting at ease my aches and pains

I snuggle in umbrella chair

my ears picking up the sounds

the whisper of  gentle breezes

the lake swooshing to the shore

Pen at the ready, I wait    

observing what surrounds me

the chatter of talk, crunch of food

relaxing, enjoying nature.

Birds twitter, perch on branches

hop, skip in swaying grasses

feathers ruffled by the soft wind.

Gulls swoop down with haunting cries

they skim water,  and take off

unwary fish becomes their prey.

Fishing boat glides in deep water

bedecked in straw hats, two men

troll for fish in silence

Sips of clear, cold water

glide down my thirsty throat  

soothing me, refreshing me

My hand reaches for my Spanish fan

brought back from Spain years ago

cream colour, red & blue flowers

I  flip open large print story book

from time to time looking up

as life goes on around me

I sit, content with my world.

©WilmaSeville2013

*This poem was written for the occasion of our church picnic in June.