We Are Canadian!

 

We are Canadian!

Government says, choices, are not ours to make,

that Canadian freedoms are theirs to take,

well, we do not agree to their vaccine pass,

nor their attitude, mandates, lockdowns or masks.

We’re all gathered here from across the nation,

on Parliament hill to vent our frustration,

this fringe minority now here in preview,

we’re Canadian patriots unlike you.

Did you see the bridges, highways and home towns?

packed with cheering people against your lockdowns,

did you hear our children and feel their pain?

the futures you took in your bullshit campaign.

Did you feel the tears in the ones you’ve destroyed?

the nurses and truckers no longer employed,

for refusing a shot that might end their life,

since when are our bodies the governments fife?

You’ve destroyed our lives by your mandated views,

divided the country with C.B.C. news,

all that you’ve done has created divisions,

and destroyed our fabric with your decisions.

I’m a Canadian, and I’ve had enough,

there’s millions more like me, this isn’t a bluff,

so many have gathered, just to let you know,

WE DO NOT COMPLY, Mr. Justin Trudeau!

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By: The Activist Poet

Photo shared with permission from the following website

Breathing

 

Breathing

Long cool drafts upon the moors,

claims and bonds, provides the cures,

respires life, day and night,

natures breath in wisps of light.

Truth or Illusion

 

Truth or Illusion

Truth or illusion,

the picture’s the same,

leans on opinion,

to support its claim.

For what is real,

and what is fiction,

if the truth’s in sight,

with false depiction.

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About this poem: The brevity is about perceptions using the photo above as a case in point

Ghosts of Winters Past

 

Ghosts of Winters Past

The morning breaks, fire’s going,

excitement builds, for it’s snowing,

shovels readied to dig us out,

while snow is falling all about.

A picture-perfect Christmas card,

the winter scene that was our yard,

a country home all painted red,

on snow white canvas was our stead.

Our lives enriched by falling snow,

in Ayer’s Cliff, not long ago,

with Rita’s ghost who came along,

her conscious essence, warm and strong,

Pleasant smiles, and little feet,

with woodstove stoked, providing heat,

outside, our feeders, gathered birds,

their song of thanks, beyond our words.

On shoveled paths, the ice rink made,

with footprints where the children played,

tall snow forts built, and tunnels dug,

with laughter, snowmen, Frosty's mug.

Reminds me of my childhood time,

these snowstorms from our winter clime,

goes back to all the things we did,

the winters when I was a kid.

Like hockey games played on the rink,

till bodies froze and couldn’t think,

stayed out all day till we were told,

to come inside from winters cold.

Where snow suits hats and gloves were dried,

our clothing changed and re-supplied,

cocoa made to help refuel,

for toboggan runs at the school.

But in this little town ago,

old traditions still held in tow,

an evening’s ride, all bundled up,

a family outing after sup.

Horse and cutter trots down the street,

with jingle bells on neck and feet,

a soothing canter, gracious glide,

an awesome force in heartful pride.

Evening settles, our house aglow,

roof and ground all covered in snow,

all snug inside when sun goes down,

these precious mem‘ries from my town.

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A New Beginning

 

A New Beginning

The world I had lost since childhood,

reclaimed me in the woods,

took only a moment,

the machine was gone,

my breathing slowed,

the phoenix rose,

and took my burden with it.

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About this Brevity: Nature has a way to lift our spirits on the best and worst of days but when we lose the tugs of addiction and enter the forest with eyes and mind open, we can feel the presence and our belonging. There is a profound connection made that when absorbed, provides the answers you seek to shine the way forward.

Of Knighthoods, Criminals and Tony Blair

Of Knighthoods, Criminals and Tony Blair

That righteous feelings in the air

as protests grow from streets despair

they mass in size and gather there

reclaiming freedoms and healthcare.

Betrayed by Cameron, May and Brown

by Boris Johnson and the crown

the shouts grow louder, “tear it down!”

the wall they’ve made in London town.

Knighthoods made of criminal sort

Chris Whitty, Blair, with queen’s support

regardless of the crimes they sport

this evil gang in royal court.

Of fascist laws, “we’re not amused”

nor will you ever be excused

of war crimes, torture, you're accused

by all the people you’ve abused.

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The Year the Music Died

By: Stewart Brennan

I look back on the disaster that was 2021 and do not find much of anything good to talk about as it was a year in which online censorship metastasized while the world plunged into a lockstep fascism, where friendships ended, families broke up, and all the celebrations of life came to an end…in essence, it was the year the music died.

The one shining point in my own life was that I wrote and self published 2 prophetic books of poetry, politics and life experiences in 2021. An achievement I always knew, throughout my life, would come into being and baptize me into the age of despair…for better or worse.

Even though I was ready to publish in 2021, I did learn a hard lesson on the support I actually had when the books sparsely sold or did not sell. Even so, the experience has not discouraged me from writing nor destroyed my spirit.

If I am to make a prediction for the year ahead, it is this; 2022 will be a defining year where people will either tear each other apart or join together against the common enemy that has driven the wedge between us. We will either descend further into social, political and economic collapse or we will stand up and face down the culprits and begin planning for a better world together.

However, as 2022 dawns, we have miles to go before progress is made, as the old world has not finished burning down yet. 2022 promises to take us all to a new level of insanity where curfews, lockdowns and a host of mandatory restrictions descend on the population through mandatory inoculations, vaccine passports and severe punishments for not obeying government dictates.

In the madness that continues to unfold, there will be those that side with these government dictates and condemn family and friends to the gallows of oppression and poverty in the process, yet still believe they are on a moral high ground after doing so. For them, there is little you or I can do, as enlightenment is not a given. They too must play their part in what will come.

All we can do is stand our ground knowing that more will join our movement when the fist of oppression continues to squeeze the life out of our communities. We did not break in 2021, and we will not break in 2022. We will instead get stronger, and therein is our hope.

A hopeful toast to 2022, “Here’s hoping that the masses will awaken against the oppression we all face. May 2022 be the year of rebuilding, a time for truth, education and compassion. For in these three pillars of community is awareness, unity, and a future for everyone.”

May the light shine in dark places,
put bright smiles on our faces,
may these songs rekindle the heart,
may this year bring us a new start.

Happy New Year everyone!

From me, Stew, 

“The Activist Poet.”
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About Stewart Brennan:

Stewart Brennan is a Geo-political and economic analyst, activist, blogger and author. He’s worked in the Aviation, Packaging, Transportation and Logistics Industries and is the author of “The Activist Poet”, two books of political activism and poetry. (See Here and Here) He's also the author of several blogs including World United News and World United Music and a contributor on Global Research.