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Friday, August 1, 2014
DEBBIE OKUN HILL
Thursday, July 31, 2014
ASMA WARSI
The olive tree
An old olive tree on the mountain
my leaves are gone, roots uprooted,
land snatched from under my feet,
unattended, I’ve been left to die.
From where I am, I can hear
thunderous sounds of bomb blasts
wailing of mothers who have lost their babies
desperate cries of little ones
From where I am, I can see
dark clouds, ashes, burning houses,
shattered, charred bodies of children
their teddy bear still in arms
From where I am, I can smell
blood, fire, smoke, dust
fear of other, hate for other
little they know, they’re all one.
Children of Jacob, followers of Moses
Jews, Christians, and Muslims
they were my branches, my leaves , my fruit
now, alas! they are my enemies.
(by Asma Warsi © July 2014)
Thursday, July 24, 2014
ALBERTO MAGSUCI
Colors
Whatever the strokes
whatever the colors
I will paint the rainbows
I will paint the blues.
The colors of life,
a rainbow's song
in every storm,
a sunflower blooms.
The wordless picture speaks silently
the magic that colors brings
a melody to a symphony,
a poem, a song, a memory!
by: Alberto Magsuci
July19,2014
Bahrain
| I understand that this was a father/son endeavour |
| Alberto and Aldi |
Sunday, July 20, 2014
POETRY STRATFORD & THE ONTARIO POETRY SOCIETY
Poetry Stratford & The Ontario Poetry Society
Invite You to Attend & Participate In
The Bardic Collage Poetry Event
Sunday August 24, 2014
2:30 P.M.
Café Ten
10 Downie St.
Stratford, Ontario
Special Spotlight Reading
By TOPS Life Member
John B. Lee
Poet Laureate of the city of Brantford in perpetuity
and Poet Laureate of Norfolk County (2011-2014)
Featuring The Sienna and Gold Raffle
Sponsored By:
Random House, Guernica Editions,
Brick Books, Serengeti Press, HMS Press,
Creative Vocalization Studio,
Hidden Brook Press, Canada Cuba Literary Alliance,
The Azrieli Foundation, Snowapple Press & Dundurn Press
Many Exciting Prize Packages
of Brand New Books & CDs to win!
Free Admission, Members Readings & Open Mic
For directions, contact Effie at 519-508-2233
Friday, July 11, 2014
JERRY JORDISON
Sun Dance
From sun-up to sun-down
we dance to the beat of the drum.
Focused on the Creator
we cry for vision.
Four days we fast - no food, no water.
Four days we commit ourselves to the dance.
The hot summer sun blisters our skin.
We smudge with cedar to purify;
offer tobacco to the buffalo for strength,
to the Eagle for spiritual endurance.
Every day a few people drop out –
the heat, the thirst, over powers us.
Someone’s dry heaving over there.
To my right, somebody’s crying.
On the second and third day some pierce:
insert wooden dowels through their skin,
tied by thongs to the Creator-tree.
The skin rips
and with it his problem –
alcoholism.
On the fourth day some choose to drag:
pierce the back, and with long thongs
drag buffalo skulls over the ground.
The skin ruptures
and his intent is accomplished –
life for a dying sister.
Each summer at full moon
in the traditional Native way,
the people worship:
searching for vision – a direction in life,
enduring pain to overcome personal problems.
Their customs are foreign to our eyes.
Yet, not so different from what we did –
sacrificing upon the cross;
pilgrimages on bleeding knees.
I experienced the Sun Dance.
I felt honoured and loved;
but I had expected joy and revelations,
(not doubt and confusion).
Why do we feel we need to suffer –
believing that our suffering will free us,
or save others –
when Great Spirit is all love and understanding?
From sun-up to sun-down
we dance to the beat of the drum.
Focused on the Creator
we cry for vision.
Four days we fast - no food, no water.
Four days we commit ourselves to the dance.
The hot summer sun blisters our skin.
We smudge with cedar to purify;
offer tobacco to the buffalo for strength,
to the Eagle for spiritual endurance.
Every day a few people drop out –
the heat, the thirst, over powers us.
Someone’s dry heaving over there.
To my right, somebody’s crying.
On the second and third day some pierce:
insert wooden dowels through their skin,
tied by thongs to the Creator-tree.
The skin rips
and with it his problem –
alcoholism.
On the fourth day some choose to drag:
pierce the back, and with long thongs
drag buffalo skulls over the ground.
The skin ruptures
and his intent is accomplished –
life for a dying sister.
Each summer at full moon
in the traditional Native way,
the people worship:
searching for vision – a direction in life,
enduring pain to overcome personal problems.
Their customs are foreign to our eyes.
Yet, not so different from what we did –
sacrificing upon the cross;
pilgrimages on bleeding knees.
I experienced the Sun Dance.
I felt honoured and loved;
but I had expected joy and revelations,
(not doubt and confusion).
Why do we feel we need to suffer –
believing that our suffering will free us,
or save others –
when Great Spirit is all love and understanding?
Monday, July 7, 2014
DEBBIE OKUN HILL
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