Poetry is a sing song rhythm

sound sound sound
sing sing sing sound
song of vibrations
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ooooooooooooo
maaaaaaaaaaaa
caaaaaaaaaaaaa
saaaaaaaaaaaa
daaaaaaaaaaaa
raaaaaaaaaaaa
paaaaaaaaaaa
maaaaaaaaaaa
hummmmmmmm

The cock is crowing at dawn

Such singing my dear wee rooster
you are the heartbeat of life sing
your rooster song sing your delight
when the rooster crows at dawn
all is well in this mexican town
the flowers smell sweet outside
the bread is baking across the hall
here their is only love pure pure love
let me go into the dream of goodness
let me not betray my own soul again
cock a doodle doo cock a doodle doo

Betrayed

black widow spider

rumor has it that nasty spider
kills her mate
can it be so, I mean nasty
like a woman without a heart
uses her guile
to trap any old man walking
callous and cold

black widow spider is leaving tomorrow and I am glad really really glad

Murder in our house

The mouse was not dead
silly bugger caught in a
trap that I set for him
he struggled all day
and all night to live
I had to drown him
even after I threw
the trap and him
in the water he
was swimming
trap and all

so I held him under
and he is dead
with his eyes
open looking at me
oh God who have I
murdered

Victims Services

what did I expect,them to apologize
and say we have set up a meeting
for you to give back to Hunter
the violence he took out on you.
instead they smile and say
sorry you do not fit our mandate
should I tell them their mandate
is outdated -



forget this urgent search for
justice the only true justice is
to forgive and forget and let
your shoulder forget the pain
your delicate feminine side
dangle you can't pick up the pieces
the pieces are gone now
gone in the violent attack
gone in the cocktail of
hadol and activan after
he lied\ Mr. RCMP

victims services became a police
controlled institution after
the rape crisis centers were denied
funding,gotta keep them women
in line, shut them up hide
the real facts about abuse
now the police control the abused
abuser and the purse strings
mental health act - political tool

write to the minister tell tell tell
over and over again tell tell tell
on24th January 2003 I made a
simple mistake,drove onto a ferry
could have driven off safetly
only my truck was blocked
who made the call ???????
BC Ferry cooperation shreds report

my community gossips
I am the crazy one
the one with the broken left side
feminine side broken wing
the men protect the men
the woman dangle on ropes

Solace

In this place of peace
birds sing dawn awake
and far off rosters crow
in this place of peace

I drink in the solitude
of morning knowing
it can all change
grandfather sun shines
into my fragmented soul
and knits the sinews of
my heart together again
a raven calls out
never forget the magic
the moment is here now

PTSD

Somewhere over the hill
men are blasting rock
the two hundred pound
bomb explodes suddenly
without warning I am
in the streets of Belfast
where shards of glass
miss my face by inches
where blood and limbs
lie twisted in frames
and agony is written
in stone faces of dead
I am here but there
running in the rubble
as sirens roar loud
I gather dead children
sweet faces still now
I wipe the dirt away
mother of God help
the place is no more
the man in the corner
took a direct hit and
shrapnel imbedded
where his eyes were
he is dead for sure
still holding hands
with a his only son
both their legs gone
I am running now
across the field
it is twenty years
since Belfast but
in this loud noise
I am there again
transported by sound
the men blasting
have no idea where
I have been or seen

Winifred

Breast fed me till they came
to take me away from her
not caring for my hunger
they stole me from her
mother mother mother
I cried at the window
cried forever till tears
became the ice on my soul

Thomas

We called him Thomas the doubter
His hands were clenched clawed
sinus bare and unforgiving
his left thumb missing
taken by the threshing machine
he loved me too much
loved me in a way that was wrong
he made me doubt all men forever

Louisa

My foster mother was a warm fuzzy blanket
who held my grief between her big hands
she told me my future often she said
you wont have children your afraid
of spiders how did she know this
she would not let me into her soul
she shielded me from her world
I grew in freedom unaware of
the suffering she endured
Louisa was and is free

walking back thru time

if only I could remember the dream
where the images and words flowed
if only i could remember the dream
where I walked thru my own death
in heaven there is no suffering
in heaven there is no pain
nasty words or need to say sorry
walking into a hail of bullets
is an earth based reality
in heaven there is only light

Cheryl's Class

Gentle kind teacher thank you
for sharing your wisdom
turning opaque shards
of colored glass into art