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SHEILA SIMPSON POET DENMAN ISLAND  BC NOVEMBER 2016 THE 30TH.

Poem for Julie Draper

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For Julie Draper

Beloved dark haired warrior bright eyed one

The wind has called you home to witness now

We thank you for defending and saving bears

We thank you for light and laughter and love

Oh yes so much precious love you gave much

You gave your whole self to everything that was

Light bright dark moon lit night seer of visions

Celtic Goddess dancing in the firelight of love

Your energy now soaring in the cosmos prayer

yes prayer now is the order of the day the monk

the lama the one who has taken the time to be

notified to guide you in the bardo these 33 the

last six days till you go to the next level white dove

Yes that is your name white dove God called you

to see beyond the boundaries of this existence

when you put paint to brush your spirit soared now

you become paint you become color to spread your

sacred dance across the universe yes dancing in light

Beloved warrior sister till tomorrow till the next time

we will walk again these ancient paths of memory

the raven will guide us and we will never fuck with the

magic of creation for we know better we know love we

are love and we are the rainbow tribe come here now

Beloved sister see you in dreamtime or rainbow

@ Sheila Simpson poet

Racoon kills Drake at 3am

Strange sounds outside my window
deer caught in lawn chair must be
the internal flapping of feet on metal
My flashlight is big and wide oh no
Racoon eyes are dancing in the light
Flapping furious wings of Moscovy
Drake no match for the  attacking
bastard bright eyed killer intent on
fresh duck meat even tough drake
I charge racoon he runs for his life
Drake dying blood organs pulled out
The sound of death was his feet on
the stone pathway. I cannot save him
I want a racoon hat to wear and a gun

Teeth

Teeth indecision makes them fall out not strong
history diet blood lines inherited weak teeth
sugar addiction father brought peace offering
I ate everyone of those rich delicious chocolates
Addiction begins at six years old lasts forever
who understand the taste buds of an addicted
I should educate myself I know intellectually
Carving oh that sweet sweet taste of choclate
now I am diabetic not because of chocolate
I have a parasite in my  body he loves choclate
Yes it is he who makes me eat all those sweets
So I will kill him with black walnut tinctue
Zap with with my electric zapper and cloves
wormwood and learn to love the taste of home
made apple cider vinegar instead of sugar crap
My mother came from Ireland to visit at 84
First thing she said "I left my teeth on the kitchen
table at home" she ate steak with bare gums and
laughed out loud in her beauty and wisdom she
taught me to be real instead of all perfect upped
Teeth get you teeth into the matter of everything
even if you don;t have a tooth in your own head.

Fire

Cleansing inferno destroying the house of lies
Built on ego and not in love or deep concern
House of lies carry energy of deception dark
Walls carry memory roofs carry bad words
House of memory burns clean again scorch
the earth purify the air of evil bad intentions
Take advantage of innocent and sincere man
The emperor has no clothes you fashion lies
Build a cabin with impossible stairs low roof
make man crawl again like torture you inflict
karma works every time whips your naked ass
Good man always thrives in the face of horror

Ode to Native America

Land  rivers mountains and streams of people
Dakota Lakota  Nakota  environment sacred
Drum  buffalo breath breathe in me your fire
I live with all the lies that live here in this time

Go to the head of that sacred river to connect
The difference between what is real and
what is not
Bathe in the river  listen to your own heart beat

We used to live in tipi  we lived with moon beams
Life was simple then before white man came and
Fucked it all up with his double edge sword and his
Forked tongue ways he lost his connection to land


He forgot the old ways the gentle ways of yesterday
Live in nature live in the earth and on the earth and
give back in your thanks every day for life for love

Great Spirit Wanka Tanka help me to remember me
In this fog of micro waved synthetic fabric clothes
Help me find my way back to a simple path of joy
Help me to help my fellow human beings suffering
Help me find my sacred song again to sing to all

Beloved holy sacred earth river mountain stream wind
All the natural world help me become pure of heart
Help me become sound of mind and soul pureness
Help me become the glory of your sun and moon
Help us all become the children of the light again

Take away all that stops us from being the one note
 

Trauma

 you sent me into space   nine years old
your actions fragmented my whole being
you sent into void a void
you a grown man with a
lust that drove you into madness
you ripped me apart
I tore my own vagina to stop you
mama said what ever is underneath will heal
I scabbed my own self protection
you ripped my holy sacred place
with your big Ulster hard working
hands you hell maker

Love

 Watch me dance my spirit awake as the drum beats Lakota songs
great mystery I enter your sacred space in my blue blue blue dress
with fringes of white satin sewn onto the edge of my pure white apron
dancing yes I am dancing my spirit awake you can watch my love
or maybe you will dance too and I will watch your body burn burn
we will never fry for we have natural tone you and me we are from
the star nation sent her to earth to dance dance the sun dance the moon
buffalo skulls  chanupa holy  smoke sage sweet grass and the memory
of  Grandpa at the edge in his finest regalia God he looks magnificent
white eagle feather dancing in the breeze of his thinning wisps of hair

All the men in their long red skirts mandalas hung from their the chests
we are moving into the world of great spirit and the drum is the beat
collective beat of the heart yes buffalo spirit I love you I love the earth
white buffalo calf pipe woman come come from the hills to us again
Jesus stepping out of the afternoon sun humming bird crow and little
bird come we create the dance by what we want the universe to unfold
yes yes unfolding yourself beyond any doubt and dance and sing yes
dance see your colors and dance dance you spirit awake in four direction
white north yellow east red south and black into the west to dream to be
pure unadulterated one dance dance dance love I will dance for you and
you for me and we will dance and bleed for the suffering of all here
bruised and battered killed and mined and maimed and refugees

Phil Carson

Goodbye......................................You left like the morning star and there was never a moment to say goodbye for you were busy dying and dedicated you unfolded into a shell that was not you, for you were big and burly .I called you my grizzly bear brother and kept a respectful distance.

Now you are a memory a memory of moments beautiful precious moments and my poem for you stands forever.

I forget

The shape of my uniform where I dressed
 memories of not remembering haunt me
That time so traumatic that I forgot it all


Freedom of the city what does it mean now
when I can never return and it is lost to me
the dream of yesterday will not be dreamt


no let it go let it go let it close it up seal it
otherwise you heart will give out and you
will die and miss out on all the joys of here


Let it go now

No glory in remembering how awful it was

Friends Faces

In your face I see the beauty of love
unfolding in your happy wrinkles
your smile is real  never posed
love surrounds your children smile
you have come home to yourself
put on a bit of fat home cooked
the search is over you have found
the love you needed to keep you
sane in this mad world of broken
hearted you found the love of a
good woman or a good man

Glorious Spring

Daffodils are dancing down down my driveway
Daisies spread across the lawn and dandelions
Are the biggest I have ever seen before ever
Spring is coming in with all the glory of nature
My heart soars with every bird note that I hear
The ground is still wet with the winter rain but
Oh the little birds are singing with my hens laying
Harriet gave birth to the sweetest little ram ever
Who jumps with such joy and glee in circles of
Mirth as if he alone knows the secret of happiness
Green ness unfolds all around and my heart unfolds
From winter sadness and memories of the  drowned
Such a season is this April like no more I have known

Uniforms of indifference

They know not what they do protected by a rule book of indifference
Never come in with your heart to these situations be not human
Kill with a pen or a gun there ain't no difference only time constraints
No one ever challenges your power..you doctor ..you nurse.....you
Pen pusher behined the desk you monkey in a uniform..sorry monkey
How did we all get here anyway slaves of the slaves of the slaves
When were we free to walk to talk to share to sing to speak to dance

SOCIETY

it is all a big fat lie and it gets bigger everyday you allow abuse it
grows into more abuse the addicted only become more so boots
sheets of white paper signed forever decree loss of rights to be be


DREAM

Who Am I

           Simpson
  Simpson - McGowan
  Simpson - Oldfield
  Simpson - Mulholland
  Simpson  - Brown

  Yellow Moon
  Dandelion
  Moves Far Woman
  Buffalo Spirit Woman
  Avatar  Kaur  ( one from God )


 McDonald Clan
 
 

The Hunger Strike

   Hunger for justice forgive them for they knew not what they did
   Northern Ireland the missing part of the puzzle yet to be found
 
   Bobby Sands
   Francis Hughes
   RaymondMcCeesh
   Pasty O Hara
   Joe McDonnell
   Martin Hurson
   Kevin Lynch
   Kieran Doherty
   ThomasMcElwee


  Hungered for justice and freedom  refusing  food day after day
 
  One day Ireland will be Ireland  the blood running in the north will

  water the graves of the old ones and all will come alive and dance

  Laugh and sing to the ancient song of peace  while Mrs Maggie

 burns in the flames of her own hell created from blind ignorance

 My boys you died in glory and to glory to have gone for sure to

Heaven to sit near the father and be comforted in spirit and soul

To be restored and bathed in a deep blue healing crystal now

You gave your lives and it must not have been easy to hunger

 We talked late at late in the spirit it was you Pasty O Hara you

 Came to me thru the broken blue red robin egg on the stone

I met you in the spirit world where I had gone to vision quest

You came in such a gentle spirit you came in slowly and quietly

You said the rest were sleeping having a good long rest at home

We talked I asked about Mariead you said she was back on earth

A six year old girl across the border in the free state  resurrected

By beloved boys my sons my very best sacred hearted heros

Cork City

               It was the place we went after the wedding you and me
               On our motorbike young in love and light in joy we went
               The honey moon the forever vows that were broken later
               To the city of rain everyday till 3pm when sun  came out
               We did not speak their language for we were from the north
                The land of bullets and bombs and you you were from glory
                The land of Michael Collins and Michael O'Dwyer soliders
               
                

You stayed too long in Canada

Yes you stayed to long and now you have forgotten
the passion you once felt in the presence of others
you stayed too long in Canada and have become
as bored as a factory worker after years on the job
the mundane happened slowly creeping all over
the brain and shutting of all the passion centers
now staring at musicians dancers and not feeling
the not feeling the notes rhythm of life has gone

Remember the wind  from the north blowing strong
Remembering the song of all the little birds  songs
The river danced and clouds echoed the night stars
On the bicycle the wind behind made the journey
A pleasure especially down the hills and up again
Days spent wandering the countryside alone in
Nature your best friend where crow and raven called
What is it that is missing in the land so far away
No birds sing here like at home in the old oak trees

Time calls you back again to dance with the fariers
To wake to that cool morning Irish aire to sing again
The songs of ancient peace the songs of glory now
Before you leave the mortal coil to go back go back
To real to home to your own people your own soil
Get away from this land of shopping malls and snacks
This land of dead empty barren boring white folk who
Have forgotten the old ways the old dances the  memory

Warrior Women Sings Her Freedom Song

I have a lightening spirit in my van she sings loud
Her voice carrying the echos of a million others
Her hair wild black and straight up like Mohawk
She is so loud and I have no  medicine sage here

Pure unadulterated powerful magic so so strong
Straight from the mountain she has come baring
The story of her ancestors of her people's lives
She is singing the warrior song of every dead

Battered  tribal human being from turtle island
The Jews have nothing no nothing at all on them
The Irish  have nothing no nothing on them at all
How many 90 million slaughtered  all over here


The ground is soaked  blood of the indigenous
Along with the big awesome beautiful buffalo

She sings her warrior song every morning in jail
The medicine songs she sings to keep her sane
She rattles the doors and the windows of my soul

Ballyheather

Andy come quick the cow has a  big swollen belly
Bring the knife to let out the air before she dies
With one quick stab the rushing wind stinks
We save her life she quickly mends relived

The night the bull got out during the storm
Trampled mammy's garden of  sweet williams
His snorts along with clashing  of thunder clouds
While we hid under the bed covers upstairs
His bellowing breath seems close enough

Next day the gentle rain washes the pathways
I walk up the hill of the Brocky Brays covered
In yellow win bushes the yellow comforts me
I sit like a queen surveying my own Ballyheather
The place of my soul the green fields of heart

The wind gathers my hair in all directions
I see the corn barley and wheat growing
The cows and sheep grazing peacefully
I am the queen of my own castle without walls
Here I can be alone and alive and free to be

Northern Irish Dead

Mostly men between the ages of nineteen and twenty four
The life blood of another generation gone gone forever now
The earth over your graves  quiet and gentle the flowers
The hand of war has no joy  no  heart or compassion
Bullets landmines assault with heavy objects or knives
The prayers uttered for the journey of your souls flight
Next life you have an unexplained pain in your body now
Last life you were found brutally murdered on a side road
In a car on a lane in a back alley no matter where you died
Loved ones mourned carried your coffins of yellow birch
Dear beloved lonely ones I am so very very sorry that you
You alone took the brunt for a political staged game of war

Sisters brothers auntie uncles fathers mothers wives husband
Northern Ireland  eight hundred years and counting dead
In streets and lonely roads your blood is still haunting us
What will it take to clear the pain away to let us smile again
A thousand brushes  with a willow wand would gather in
The collective sorrow heal in our hearts us left behind here
Walking in the memory of your dreadful car bomb deaths
A single bullet to the head from a passing car or army jeep
Blood fresh red congealing  flows and flows from you all
No matter how much water and soapy suds we use it stays
How can so many memories fit on one page words flow
Trying to convey your last breathes impossible to say now
Your only a skeleton in the bottom of a grave bones yellow
Or a dust in the wind a particle in time a grain of sand now

What can I say to you you that died for a  drummed up ploy
it just goes on and on and one and one why are we here
Here on this earth of green and growing breathing life
Why are we here to soil the earth with our own hatred
When will man learn to love really love and live well
Forget about the suffering here below and learn to dance
Dance and smile laugh and wave a run naked in the sun