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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