On that Perfect Day

 

On that Perfect Day

Calming waters and azure skies

reflecting color of your eyes

where cherished moments came to play

and intertwined that perfect day.

The lake was restful and at one,

with gentle breeze that cooled the sun

while shadows played in angel rays

and intertwined that perfect day.

My ghosts paid visit to the clouds

in sunset colors with their shrouds,

surrounding essence in their gray

that intertwined that perfect day.

They tempted forests with their glow

on rippled waves where ambers flow,

that danced with branches in their sway

and intertwined that perfect day.

Serenity had gathered well

a lush of life signs with her spell

timid beings drew to the bay

and intertwined that perfect day.

A secret place where all things meet

in state of mind, just so complete

alone together in ballet

and intertwined that perfect day.

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Distractions

 

Distractions

Many, too many programs

planted in our minds

distracts the ease of dreaming

that sails behind the blinds.

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Memories

 

Memories

Time slips by, gathers dust in the attic

on creative journeys, once pragmatic

all carefully kept on scrolls in the mind

each one a journey that we’ve left behind.

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No Boundaries

 

No Boundaries

In dancing light behind closed eyes

unveiled scenes, another time

where rivers met and calm did flow

no boundaries made on earth did show.

Deep forests greens, inhaled the sun

all lifeforms thrived, were so diverse

lush in vibrance and connection

no boundaries with the universe.

All it was, was supposed to be

the world untouched by foundries

where nature gathered in its swoon

to praise the heavens under moon.

And moonlight shone across the seas

no boundaries for our hearts to be

where long hellos met long good bye’s

in dancing light before our eyes.

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The Gathering Dust

The Gathering Dust

Living is too expensive,

apartments are out of range,

condo’s take all your wages,

mortgages on the exchange.

The prices keep on rising,

everyone’s being oppressed,

energy costs are higher,

inflation takes all the rest.

Education hasn’t changed,

nor evolved for what matters,

preparation for those jobs,

the ones now all in tatters.

Healthcare’s being dismantled,

our governments are a shame,

science bought and corrupted,

while newscasts bury the blame.

Politicians are all crooks,

regardless of their leaning,

they pat themselves on the back,

increase their pensions meaning.

Corruptions at all levels,

banking business owns them all,

corporate backers every one,

while citizens take the fall.

War drums have started beating,

an enemy’s being made,

distracts us from the problems,

and hides that we were betrayed.

Out of phase without the truth,

our country’s in a bubble,

time is moving unconcerned,

the nation’s in deep trouble.

Our way of life, at an end,

the economy’s a bust,

greed and power stole it all,

while our history gathers dust.

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The Activist Poet

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

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The Activist Poet - (Volume 1)

Montreal poet, analyst and writer Stewart F. Brennan; combines his memoirs, poetry, and political commentary in this masterpiece weaving together the experiences, impressions and observations made during the economic decline of North America between 1970 and 2021. - Book on sale at Amazon

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About the Author:

Born in Montreal, Quebec, Canada in 1960, Stewart Brennan is a Canadian poet, writer, blogger, geo-political and economic analyst, lean manufacturing specialist, critical thinker, social and political activist, video producer, photographer, and music promotor.

Stewart has worked in the Aerospace, Aviation, Packaging, Transportation and Logistics Industries in managerial positions and is the author of several blogs including World United News, World United Music, Alternative Views and SF Brennan Art, a blog of creative writing, poetry and prose.

He’s had several poems published in the “Red Hibiscus: Anthology” series Volumes 17, 18, 19 & 20 as well as in “Late Night Poets Virtuosos” & “Late Night Poets Anthology Volume 1 & 2”

Stewart has been writing and archiving information on World United News since 2007 and is known for his economic analysis and critical thinking on geo-political and geo-economic events. He’s also been published on Global Research, the center for research on globalization.

Stewart Brennan is also the creator, producer and promotor of World United Music, a project that started in 2010 promoting signed, unsigned and independent musicians and bands.

“I don’t like what the deep state has to offer so I decided to build my own World where creativity, music, and truth prevail. Therefore, I’m a photographer, Writer, Video Producer, News Reporter, Music Promoter, Radio DJ, Poet, Activist, Critical Thinker, and Problem Solver. This is my world…”

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Fake Estate

Fake Estate

In the year twenty, twenty,

the bankers bought up the stocks,

to cover failed markets,

and all the boarded shops.

Crisis deepened on the hill,

reset whispered from abroad,

silence from your TV screens,

in league with money gods.

Inflation comes to market homes,

all packaged and out of reach,

or made you a millionaire,

with wall street about to breach.

What’s the fate of all those homes,

when markets go into shock,

those million-dollar dwellings,

of sawdust plastic and chalk?

Here’s a simple prediction,

when inflation goes to red,

those banks will come a knocking,

take everything but the dead.

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By: The Activist Poet

About this poem: The cost of housing in Canada, and indeed the world has reached the point where only the very wealthy can afford it. In Quebec Canada 1962, a three-bedroom bungalow cost $12,500.00. Housing was affordable for everyone; all under a different banking system than the one we have today.

However, a change in the US banking structure by Richard Nixon in August 1971, started a run of inflation around the world some of which was driven by an increased price for oil. By 1974 the IMF forced the Canadian government to borrow its budget money rather than creating its own debt free money by setting in motion a fraudulent system of borrowed debt payable to the private banks which of course are owned by a small group of wealthy criminals.

Over the subsequent years, Inflation, job losses, wage stagnation, and Asian outsourcing has caused a steady decline in the Canadian standard of living, and Canada is one of the wealthiest resource nations in the world but even that has been captured by the same wealthy criminals through privatization. If you’re friends with the government, you get to cash in on Canadian resources while the Canadian people see none of the wealth generated by their own resources.

Today in 2021, housing prices have gone through the roof due to greedy banker inflation. Our children and Grandchildren will not have housing all due to the private banks and their criminal system, not unless corporations pay people the rate of inflation which of course they never will. Big business have kept wages down for the past thirty years and are fighting tooth and nail against the raise in minimum wage. Yet, even if a $15.00 minimum wage is enforced, no one will be able to afford a house as 99% of the jobs pay less than where inflation has taken basic living today.

The government, mainstream media and society itself through its greed are to blame for allowing these corporate and banking criminals to get away with fraud and theft. In the end while rigged markets are bailed out by debt instead of crashing through bankruptcy and fraudulent management, inflation will be allowed to erase all the value you had in the bank or the money you thought you had gained by the value of your home…hyper inflation will see you get none of it. Maybe we can build new homes with imaginary bit coins since printing money is too costly. But then again, maybe we need a real revolution to take back what belongs to all Canadians…same goes for all the other western nations experiencing the same thing.

Election

Election

They’re in your face with political schemes,

with their crooked smiles on cell phone screens,

another election’s drawing near,

that’s why their candidates want your ear.

They promise things with endless chatter,

divert your eyes from things that matter,

their rhetoric’s filled with fear and lies,

and why our country’s in demise.

They’ve all agreed on the narrative,

none stands up for the imperative,

no logic, science nor discussions,

their arrogance has repercussions.

With masking, lockdowns, and passport vax,

these mainstream parties of thieves and hacks,

stand there for continued oppression,

and unjust laws you cannot question.

For this election is your last chance,

to save your freedoms and make a stance,

press the candidates on all that matters,

before your rights are torn in tatters.

Research instead all the ones who care,

the ones they block and get no air,

for independents have lots to say,

and speak for you in everyway.

The day has come, now change direction,

for new beginning with this election,

cause’ mainstream parties are all two faced,

employed by criminals they’ve embraced.

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The Activist Poet (2021 Edit)

About this Poem: The Canadian election is coming up in September 2021 and as always, the mainstream political parties are all compromised and in collusion with wealthy interests. Freedom requires that we stand up and take control of our destiny even though the election system is clearly rigged against us. We must try all non-violent avenues in front of us but if oppression and totalitarianism still remain after all options are exhausted then revolution will be the only road left. It's better to vote for an independent candidate that has our community’s concerns at hand than a lying thief that has corporate interests and deep pockets at hand. Vote Independent to reclaim our Independence!

Angel in the Shadows

 The Inspiration for this poem comes from the great Persian scholar, Poet, theologian, and mystic Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī and the Photo above that I took in 2007.

"The Morning Breeze has secrets to tell you, do not go back to sleep." ~ Rumi

Angel in the Shadows

In painted skies, sunset falls,

the clouds reveal your shape,

storms in brilliance, heavens halls,

leave my mouth agape.

Angel in the shadows,

embraced by empathic light,

inspiring moments set me free,

on foundations firm and bright.

Guidance born, in morning peace,

revealing secrets of my soul,

gathered light from endless stars,

to keep my spirit whole.

Feelings lift, awakened now,

the future no longer grey,

bathed in peaceful radiance,

new outlook here to stay.

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Do not give into doubt now that the moment has arrived. Overcome obstacles by standing firm on secure foundations and lead the way out.