Eva Bartlett

 

Eva Bartlett

A true Canadian, proud and free

who stands for human rights like me

with truth in mind and freedom for all

a real journalist answers the call.

Unlike the mainstream circus news

who camp belligerent twisted views

she goes to places they refuse to see

reports aggression and reality.

Two thousand eight in the Gaza strip

she opened eyes to oppressions grip

witnessed carnage of Israeli state

the blanket genocide of their hate.

She went back again in twenty twelve

where Palestinian rights were shelved

by global leaders in west’s cabal

where human rights don’t exist at all.

All is documented on her blog

the crimes that mainstream keeps in fog

but those who follow are in the know

of just how far the Israeli’s go.

In Syria she helped expose the size

of all the governed media lies

that western governments were at fault

for terrorist armies and assault.

From Venezuela to Gaza Strip

Donbass, Aleppo, with statesmanship

Eva was there to cover the news

to counter the mainstream’s twisted views.

Great honors by the Mexican press

an international award I must stress

Gellhorn finalist for her reports

Serina Shim award she also sports.

Through tireless work, we are assured

and trust the truth found in her words

so, here’s to a journalist I call friend

an amazing person to the end.

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The Activist Poet

About this Poem: Eva Bartlett is an independent investigative journalist with extensive experience in Syria and the Gaza Strip.

In Gaza, where she lived from late 2008 to early 2013. Eva documented the 2008/9 and 2012 Israeli war crimes and attacks on Gaza while riding in ambulances and reporting from hospitals.

Eva’s journalism brought her to Syria in April 2014 where she visited on 15 separate occasions through 2021 covering the terrorist war being waged on Syria by a coalition of belligerent nations. Eva also covered the 2021 Syrian elections which were won overwhelmingly by the Syrian Leadership.

Eva has also reported from Venezuela and the Donetsk Republic.

In 2017, Eva was short-listed and runner up for the prestigious Martha Gellhorn Prize for Journalism, an award given for outstanding journalism. In March 2017, Eva was awarded the “International Journalism Award for International Reporting” granted by the Mexican Journalists’ Press Club. Co-recipients of the award included: John Pilger and political analyst Thierry Meyssan. Eva was also the first recipient of the Serena Shim award, an honour shared with many excellent journalists since.

All of Eva’s written and video work can be found on her personal blog at: Ingaza Wordpress 

Eva’s media Link Tree

Estuary’s Gift

 

Estuary’s Gift

Nebulous skies break the morning,

foggy mist swells the lake in white,

gently wakes the sleeping angels,

that came in late and spent the night.

Tranquil whispers greet the light,

as billowed blankets gently fade,

reveals kept secret behind the clouds,

the perfect painting god had made.

Excitement builds as sun grows stronger,

snow geese prepare to leave the lake,

form a crescent on the water,

before departure they will make.

As sunrise breaks the mountain top,

a beam of gold reveals the way,

and leads the geese in rising song,

as they prepare to leave the bay.

A crash of thunder greets the air,

the beat back of ten thousand wings,

that breaks the stillness on the lake,

and drives the rising song they sing.

Wings beat faster, hearts are racing,

they carry my essence in tow,

raise me up in celebration,

with estuary’s gift bestowed.

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Garden Silhouette

Garden Silhouette

Silent world with eyes awake,

compels the morning glory,

as silhouettes grace the plants,

amongst the gardens kauri.

Where, memories wear your smile,

of lavender in full bloom,

while twilight shines your essence,

across the sunlit room.

Purple pansies, yellow flair,

capture moments of your soul,

pink petunias, orchids white,

lush in life to make you whole.

Petals shimmer in the wind,

giving voice to your spirit,

intuitions, butterflies,

to any who comes near it.

Everything comes back to life,

in the garden that you made,

although you may not be here,

your essence clearly stayed.

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About this Poem: This poem is dedicated to my mother who loved gardening and could make anything grow. When she was alive, the inside and outside of her house was covered in plants and flowers. Every time I visited her in spring and summer, it felt as if I stepped into a Thomas Kinkade painting filled with exotic colorful flowers, all so vibrant and intoxicating with life, that you could feel the energy all around you. The magic she created, will always fill my thoughts and senses when I think about her. Today, my daughter started a flower garden and I swear my mother was helping. 😊

*Note: Kauri is a hearty tree that can live 2,000 years

As We Fall

 

As We Fall

In western nations,

state lines are drawn,

people divided,

by medium spawn.

The wars they started,

come home to roost,

where memory’s long,

divisions induced.

The fall is coming,

spirits have dropped,

by tide of darkness,

that cannot be stopped.

Gather your courage,

harvest the moon,

batten the hatches,

protect your commune.

For looming closer,

the zero sum,

a swirling storm,

where it started from.

Remember your oath,

throughout the weather,

we survive the route,

working together.

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By: The Activist Poet

The Harvest

 

The Harvest

Harvest days are upon us,

the windmill picks up the breeze,

grinds the crop into flour,

with added tidbits of cheese.

On edge of golden wheat fields,

at sunrise in the fair east,

ovens launch the scent of bread,

millers prepare for the feast.

Airflow covers the meadow,

aroma’s flow all around,

builds the growing excitement,

that’s gathered inside the town.

Village in preparation,

songs are sung in the shire,

dances prepared for the harvest,

wicker is weaved for the fire.

They gather on the fairgrounds,

priestess and circle of clans,

bring forth their wishes and prayers,

attached to the wicker man.

Archers with flaming arrows,

their aim let loose and precise,

begin the celebration,

in prayer with their sacrifice.

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Epitaph to Michael C. Ruppert

 

Epitaph to Michael C. Ruppert

(Feb 3rd, 1951 – Apr 14th, 2014)

We mourn this day in deep sorrow,

the somber passing of a man,

who wasn’t content as a mortal,

he gave up his life to our clan.

To some a guardian angel,

to others a tracker of truth,

he came along like no one could,

this deeply impeccable sleuth.

A passionate man of justice,

graduated top of his class,

an L.A.P.D. detective,

who battled political brass.

He warned us of coming perils,

confronting collapse with a tour,

shining the light in dark places,

informing us how to endure.

He broke the Pat Tilman story,

predicted a crash in o seven.

battled George Bush and Dick Cheney,

the reasons for nine eleven.

A warrior scout for the tribe,

Michael completed his mission,

for on the other side he waits,

for change in human condition.

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By: Stewart F. Brennan

A page I created in Memory of Michael C. Ruppert