OMG, what a fantasitc video from Ireland about gay bullying. Thanks to Montreal Simon montrealsimon.blogspot.com!

A poem about living....

Life

Thrown into life from darkness to light

The sustaining cord is cut with precision

Waterless environment unforgiving

Merciless necessity forces first breath

New born lungs filled with hope

I breathe

New mother filled with expectations

The eternal dance begins with invisible partners

The dance as yet to be perceived

No path carved in stone immutable

The waltz yet chosen

I dance

Choices unknown hover in the mist of what is to be

Every choice a turn in the road, a change in direction

Every decision final with endless possibilities

Expectations grow with years and disappointments

Childhood dreams dissolve in everyday rain

I survive

Dreams of tomorrow nourished with innocence

Moonlight makes shadows of expectations

Expectations realized in the light of day

Experience made of owned mistakes

You own what is given

I grow

Listen with unbiased ears that hold no prejudice

Speak with patient voice that knows the past

Act without knowledge of divine intervention

Pray to the empty heavens

Wait for an answer patiently

I question

Every saint is dead or dying

People still stand in the way of living

The path is clogged with those that question

Questions never answered

Heavenly deniability

I die

The vatican

The Vatican

Foundations built on belief

Brick by intricate brick

The walls rise with authority

The walls built of deception

Belief usurped by greed and control

A dome of truth covers lies

Works of art made by masters

Master carvings express subjugation

The beauty of heaven soars upon ceilings

The hand of God reaches out

Does not touch man’s feelings

God’s love of man expressed in torture

Man’s sins stand out in a colonnade

Hidden truths protected by Swiss costumes

True history lost in deep vaults

Chosen truths see the light

Centuries of wilful ignorance

Papal choices take precedence

The light of gospels consistently denied

St. Peter’s house is bigger than Jesus

Forgotten words not a part of construction

Not in mansions of wood and stone

Jesus chained to the dungeon walls

Never to be seen by tourists

No bones will ever be found

The righteous never look

Wow, what a story about bullying, and the kid is really well spoken. It's a little long, but well worth the time.

Second poem for tonight; what more can I say?

Indifference

Not going to write anymore

Nothing to write about

The world wakes up smiling

World problems solved

No atrocities committed next door

No murders, no rapes, no lies

The sun is shining

The cries of the innocent have been drowned

The tide of ignorance rising

The sky so blue it hurts

No more screams from the hungry

Empty bellies filled with intentions

The gentle wind moves no one

Cultural differences set aside

A surgical operation with homogeneous knife

The green grass sharp as a blade

No more mothers’ tears

No more sad children

No childish expectations

The world paints on a smile

Tears smear the perfection

Makeup runs away

The indifferent rain dances in the street

Indifference dances joyfully

Another one of those poems/songs that just bubble up from the brain.

Hearbreak in the rain

I walk softly on this path

I have fallen before

Didn’t watch were I was going

Stuck in your pitfalls

Couldn’t get up again

Mired down in lies

I extended a hand to your laughter

Cried as you dropped me

Found the strength to climb out

Found the strength to ignore you

Your sweet words tried to trap me

Your poison left me scarred

Your beauty left me bereft

I learned to live with myself

I learned to live without you

I’m only sad on rainy days

‘Cause rain reminds me of you

It’s always raining

The previous poem is from a pacifist, this one is from one angry SOB; the anger no one wants to aknowledge. If you are angry, show it.

Enough is enough

You’re ignorance makes me furious

You’re deliberate apathy makes me hate

Your violence does not scare me

My red smile welcomes it

I want to scream and break you

I want to slowly tear you down

Piece by bloody piece

And laugh while I’m doing it

I want to tear it all apart

I am tired of living in your world

I am sick of pretending differently

Why pretend when you do not?

Civility has boundaries

I now recognise no borders

You think me weak

You think I have no power

You are sadly mistaken

One more comment

One more insult

You will know my strength

You will know my lack of emotion

You will be on your knees begging

My battered ears will be deaf

I will show no mercy

Memories will be written in blood

Regrets will be washed away in tears

Who do you think you are?

You will remember who I am

All we, as gay people, are asking for is to be able to freely join the dance. I takes just one voice to send an invitation.

Would you like to dance?

Peaceful acceptations

Stop the madness

A hand extended with good intentions

Curled fist blocks calm expectations

Hateful looks on the sidewalk

Side glances at hands held in public

Cruel laughter shadows

Shadows hide behind themselves

Self imposed ignorance worn like a new dress

Everyone at the party dresses the same

New arrival wears something different

A costume stitched with pride

Singular presence draws every stare

Fear stares back bravely

Difference boldly takes the floor with trepidation

Wrapped in a cloak of determination

Waiting for acceptance

A resolute voice asks softly:

“Would you like to dance?”

Kim Evans, owner of Petals and Promises Wedding Flowers, in Riverview, New Brunswick, Canada, has refused to provide promised flowers to a wedding once she found out it was a same sex couple wedding, citing that she is a born again Christian. This not only breaks New Brunswick laws on non-discrimination, it violates moral laws of which she is completely oblivious.

This is written just for you Kim:

Misinterpretations

Believer in two thousand year old lies

Convert to modern truths

The poor lost soul needs to find her way

Mind so weak it needs hate for a crutch

Her own thoughts undeveloped to the point of collapse

The words of the ancient ignorant give her support

Condemnation of the unknown brings her comfort

Persecution and ignorance her best friends

 She spreads the hateful message with wilful stupidity

Yet bets say that she eats shellfish with impunity

The bible says she is an abomination, clearly

Leviticus confirms it

Is her store open on Sundays?

Are flowers sold on God’s day off?

Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy

Does God come in and buy a bouquet for Mary

Thou shall not commit adultery

Her death insisted by Exodus

Hypocrisy her new verse

She has never read scriptures

New born Christian

(Christ no new brain)

You shall love your neighbour as yourself

Try being born again

This time get it right

There is a woman beggar by my workplace. I am sure she has a story, and I am sure it is sad; I am also quite sure no one listens...

Photo: Maciej Ciezki

Lady Street Corner

Dirty clothes, dirty hair

Branches form her diadem

Street dirt sticks to her coat

Intricate patterns formed in mud

Winter slush stains her tattered train

She used to be somebody

She used to have it all

Control given over to stronger forces

A family, a home disappears

Her children living ordinary lives

Their lives forgotten

She lives in despair

Emotional choices destroyed it all

A street corner to call her own

A new manor to reign

A hand held out looking for compassion

Shame held in looking for understanding

An open palm looking for help

Looking for shelter from the rain

Judgement not welcome

Her story unknown

Her life a guess

Easy to judge misery

Easy to dismiss mistakes

Bells don’t ring as loud as collected coin

Saints walk the streets robed in indifference

Jesus hangs comfortably on his cross

Weep for every mother

Cry for every misconception

Tears dry

Tears dry tomorrow

Ok, after one day, the break is over; I can't help myself, I need to write....

Political romance

People write songs left and right

Politicians sing the blues

Ordinary citizens just want the beat

Everyone wants to dance

No one seems to know how

No one wants to teach the tango

Confusion in the orchestra

Orchestrated dance a fiasco

Live bands try to tell the truth

Harmony down to three

Three part harmony like chickens in the yard

Too many talking heads

Opinions spread like feed to the masses

The age of musical collaboration ended

The audience totally confused

To dance swing or dance the valse

A question of time

A question of perspective

What will the dance be?

 

Ok, one last one for a while....

Understanding

Speak softly now

I can hear you

Talk quietly now

I understand

Your pain is a real thing

Your suffering made clear

I will not ignore you

You are there

Your tears wet my life

Your unknown sorrow profound

You feel incomplete

You feel empty

You don’t know why

Embrace my compassion

Hold on to my voice

Don’t let go of who you are

Your shadow is in hiding

Let is sleep for now

It’s ok

I’ll take its place

The world today is in such bad shape, and I die a little bit more every day.

Modern world

The rain comes down incessantly

The snow joins the conspiracy

Emotions hung out to dry

Moisture seeps in and takes hold

The world cries

Tears roll slowly down misled cheeks

Revolution of spirit ignites in certain quarters

Popular rule dictates the day

Western world lies down

Patiently waiting for burial

The sadness of lies misleading

The truth always heartbreaking

Society buried in broken promises

Society worth nothing

Where has kindness gone?

Since when has humanity become so cold?

Not enough places at the table

The communal feast bereft of flavour

Trestle tables filled with nothing

A pretend meal does not nourish

The truth fills only chosen belly

The masses go hungry

Lies hold no value

Missing information like missing spices

Does anyone notice?

The rulers are still eating

Someone said that my poetry was too complicated to understand, not straight forward, and sometimes too political and negative. Here is something very simplistic and positive with a happy ending: a nursery rhyme from years past; what could be more simplistic? No politics involved whatsoever, unless you accidentally substitute Harper for Mary, and Canadian voters for the lamb.......

Mary had a little lamb

Little lamb, little lamb

Mary had a little lamb

Whose fleece was perfect for her coat

Everywhere that Mary went

Mary went, Mary went

And everywhere that Mary went

The lamb was sure to go

Mary hatched an evil plot

An evil plot, evil plot

Mary hatched an evil plot

The stupid lamb was unaware

The lamb followed blindly with no thoughts

With no thoughts, with no thoughts

The lamb followed blindly with no thoughts

Blissfully walking without care

To the slaughter Mary led the little lamb

The little lamb, the little lamb

To the slaughter Mary led the little lamb

To be fleeced was its share

The little lamb screamed in pain

Screamed in pain, screamed in pain

The little lamb screamed in pain

But Mary had a feast

Mary got salmonella poisoning

Salmonella poisoning, salmonella poisoning

Mary got salmonella poisoning

The lamb smiled from Heaven with a grin from west to east

And they never crossed paths again

The end

I tried making pie crust today for a chicken pie........

Recipe for pie crust

Start with two cups of flour.

Add one half teaspoon of salt.

Add one half teaspoon of sugar.

Blend until you think it is really blended, because all ingredients are white, so how do you know? Your guess is as good as mine.

Add butter or Crisco. They are both solidified fat so who cares?

Cut it in slowly using that instrument that resembles Freddy Kruger’s manicure until you have something that looks like white rabbit droppings.

Add cold water one half of a tablespoon at a time. You will have to grow a third hand.

Eventually you will have a lump of pale dough that should stick together in a mass, sort of like an overweight albino’s back muscles after a stressful meeting with the boss.

Massage the lump, working out all of the kinks; it needs to be totally relaxed.

Make a ball and cut it in two. Think of it as cutting the Pillsbury Doughboy in half. If I never hear that stupid laugh again....

Sprinkle flour on the counter and the rolling pin to avoid attachments; emotions are never good while baking.

Put the ball on the counter and make a disk with your hands.

Show the disk the rolling pin and make threatening gestures to make sure it understands.

Introduce the rolling pin by gently flattening the disk into a shape more convenient for a pie. Ignore all protests.

With the rolling pin berate the dough into a flat shape big enough to fit in a 9 inch pie pan. Many firm discussions may be needed.

Gently lift dough over pie plate, curse and swear freely as it breaks in two.

Gather the dough back to make a new ball, take the freshly formed ball and quickly throw it at the nearest wall.

Pick up the mess, while picturing Julia Child choking on boned duck, and throw it in the garbage.

Proceed to the nearest grocery store and buy thoughtfully pre-formed pie crusts for your convenience.

Consult a psychologist about anger management

And most importantly, if the urge should come upon you to try again, suck some flour through a straw until the urge passes.

Ever since I was 13 I wished I could sing and belong

I can’t sing

I heard your music the other day

Your melodies lift me

I listen to what you have to say

It makes me melancholy

Because I want to join you

But I can’t sing

Your words wrap around your guitar

Creating eddies in my life

The gentleness of your thoughts move me

The vibrations make me want to write

The emotions make want to sing out loud

But I can’t sing

Each note chosen carefully

Every word crafted in love

I listen and long to sing with you

I listen and want to accompany you

But I can’t sing

With your music you create other worlds

With you music you validate me

I sing to you in my dreams

But I wake in emptiness

Desperate tears run down my face

I can’t sing

For everyone that has taken the time to help those less fortunate, thank you. This poem is about those who never think of others.

A divided world

A world divided weeps

A world united a broken dream

Right wing against left

Gentleness against hate

Fairness takes a dive

The cold lake is deep

Come and find truth

Honesty wears a torn cape

Ideals worn out

Good people bow in pain

Worldwide the cry is heard

Local politicians deaf to pleading

When your children die

The world stops spinning

When their children die

A commercial break on TV

Imagine the pain and suffering

Imagine you cared

Imagine you belonged to the human race

Imagine no one weeps for you

For those of you afraid to speak

Speak

If you don’t talk

No one will listen

If you don’t scream

No one will care

If you want validation

If you want compassion

If you want open ears

Speak loud and clear

Don’t shut down

Don’t be crushed

Ignore opposition

Ignore definitions

Speak truth

Speak without fear

But speak

You have a voice

Use it

Getting older is not a bitch, getting older is the accumulation of dirt on the sandals of a young surfer.

Getting older

Who is this man in the mirror?

No recognition

Fine lines tell stories

Stories wanting to be ignored

Sagging cheeks speak true

Loose skin wins by a neck

Young imagination lies

False perceptions

Silvered reflections can’t be true

No recognition of past years

Years accumulate in small cracks

Skin stretches in the strangest places

Ass heading south

Never comes back from vacation

Laws of gravity never broken

Extra skin not useful

Except to catch the wind

Ring around the waist

Pocket full of haste

Regrets, no regrets

We all fall down

The Québecois have a great expression which says "Don't trip over the flowers in the carpet"

The circus

Decisions made by mad clowns

Harlequins’ rules indecisive

The circus union dances around rings of ridiculous

Followers led to the main tent

Sheep led across Irrational’s border

Find roots in the country of Ludicrous

The ring master quits in disgust

His top hat falls to the dust

His exit precipitous

Rules and regulations meant to end in results

The end results absurd

The silent mimes laugh out loud

Silent laughter mimicked

Sound never heard becomes common

The audience greatly amused in confusion

The audience thrives in ignorance

 New ideas preposterous

Living in trailers built of hope and wonder

Tattered pavilions house old conventions

Striped houses contain old teachers

Nothing new to teach

Ancient conventions still rule

Change a new act

New dances not welcome

Old dancers will not admit need for cane

The clowns will always be the last to die

A clown’s death celebrated

Newborn wails in frustration

Anticipation reborn