Poet, Audrey Austin

Poet, Audrey Austin
This site is to honour my mother, poet, Eva Ruby Austin.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

The Wordsmith - a poem by Patricia A. McGoldrick

The Wordsmith
 
By Patricia A. McGoldrick
 
 
She
makes books
so very small
 
She
colours words
with thread and yarn
 
She
tells poem stories
so worth a darn


Happy to say that, recently, one of my poems was posted in the League of Canadian Poets NPM2013 blog: Eco-Balance--Book It!
Patricia A. McGoldrick
PM_Poet Writer
Twitter @PAMcGoldrick


2013 BIO CURRENT 

Patricia A. McGoldrick is a Kitchener, Ontario Canada writer. Poems published in anthologies, including: Animal Companions, Animal Doctors, Animal People; Beyond the Dark Room, an international collection of transformative poetry; Poetic Bloomings--the first year. Poetry and reviews have been published in the CSM, The WM Review Connection, and ChapterandVerse.ca. Recent titles include: Potato  and MLK in Dufferin County plus an acrostic fiction piece, Best in the Bruce!

Patricia is a member of The Ontario Poetry Society and the League of Canadian Poets.  

 
 

 

Sunday, April 21, 2013

A poem by Rima N. Jaber

Please Listen to me, Then Forgive me

 Ok dear friends just have to say this,
If I keep it inside I can’t sleep tonight,

You know that no one can eat more than his hunger,
...
No one can wear a whole closet,

And all we do is collecting wealth,
All our life we run after money,

We know people are dying from hunger,
People are dying cause they can’t pay hospitals,

It hurts so much to wear diamonds,
And forget about our dying brothers and sisters,

It hurts so much to leave money in our bank accounts,
Useless, inert, dead depriving to save people lives,

Yes Jesus knew it well, he asked us
To Leave everything and follow him, to enter heaven,

He knew it’s asking too much,
Wealthy people can’t do it, it’s too hard,

Each one of us is a sinner to a certain extend,
Each one of us is refusing to feel, to understand,

May God help us to be strong and brave enough
To face the truth and act with goodness accordingly,

I know it’s a lost case, no one can be so free from greed,
No one can give his properties even to save people’s life,

These days they kill you to steal your money,
Even the wealthy people do it boldly,

We’re asking for a higher consciousness,
But we are still in the mud of the earthly world,

If we can feel the pain of the humanity,
If we can hear the cries of the hungry,

My heart is bleeding, there nothing to be done,
We live in a world where each one is living on his own,

I’m dreaming of a perfect world where we are all really One,
Helping each other, loving each other, saving each other lives,

Maybe it’s a prayer, a hope, that will be lost in few hearts,
God gave us earth, seas, skies, trees, fruits without asking for a price,

You may talk about finance and economy,
But I’m talking about Love and Humanity…

Happy Weekend everyone
I love you All
Always Love, Light, Joy,
Peace & Blessings to All of us
{{ONELOVE}}
Rima N. Jaber
© April 20, 2013

Poetry by Claudette Young

Three Poems by Claudette Young


Paradox

Cloudy vision, a devil’s tool,
Asking honesty for reprieve;
A convenience leading to
Wanton surrender’s loquacious
Passage through night-tme’s valiant
Bid to cleanse one’s thoughts of growing
Awareness in life’s mock subtlety.

 © Claudette J. Young




Down by the Seashore

Beaches washed with soft blue waters,
Skies screeching with sea birds;
Sunshine. 

Never a comber who falters,
Even at sea’s foam curds,
Surf line.

Toes separated by warm sand
Squirm, feeling Earth’s wet breast
Beneath,

Wondering if ever my hand
could make a green wave-pressed
sea wreath. 

© Claudette J. Young




Universal Law

Stars expand, release energies
Into voids, creating new potential
For greater stars than themselves,
Never moving beyond their orbits
Of the Universe’s center and its well
Of gravity strewn satellites.

For all of time that man relates,
The Universe has moved out,
Away from itself, leaving behind
Peeks at its working, its beginnings,
And its wonders to behold;
Defining for us eternity.

 © Claudette J. Young

Thursday, April 4, 2013

MLK in DUFFERIN COUNTY, by Patricia A. McGoldrick


MLK IN DUFFERIN COUNTY

 

By Patricia A. McGoldrick

 

 

It was 1968

Dufferin County, Canada,

In Grade Nine, our first year of high school,

When we heard the news

About him--

The American man whose skin was black

Who spoke about

Peace and change and

Peace and practice

Sit-ins and marches and dreams

Dreams of a future where everyone could be equal

Regardless of colour or faith belief.

 

The powerful voice of this man of peace

Reached far and wide

Even to the edge of the snow-belt!

 

When he spoke about dreams,

Like a biblical voice in the wilderness

We heard his words too.

 

In rural Dufferin County, we knew it could happen.

After all, we had learned about Jesus and Gandhi in school.

Why, we had even celebrated Catholic Mass

In a Protestant Orange Hall and

The roof was still intact.

 

Peaceful change could happen

Just like he said.

 

We rode buses too

Just like MLK

 

We dreamed our dreams

Just like MLK

 

We learned about peace

Just like MLK

 

We had the fortune of longevity

Just like MLK—

 

Not!



2013 BIO CURRENT 

Patricia A. McGoldrick is a Kitchener, Ontario Canada writer. Poems published in anthologies, including: Animal Companions, Animal Doctors, Animal People; Beyond the Dark Room, an international collection of transformative poetry, proceeds from book sales given to Doctors Without Borders/MSF; Poetic Bloomings--the first year. Poetry and reviews have been published in the Christian Science Monitor, The WM Review Connection, and ChapterandVerse.ca. Recently posted titles include a poem entitled Potato plus an acrostic fiction piece, Best in the Bruce!

Patricia is a member of The Ontario Poetry Society and the League of Canadian Poets.  



 

 

Monday, April 1, 2013

The White Horse - a poem by Rima N, Jaber ...

Rima N. Jaber 1 April 16:07
The White Horse

Drops of ruby crystal water,
Falling in the ocean of the heart,
A shy smile was born in the corner of a childhood garden,
Drown in the stormy night,
Rose a wild divine rose,
Breaking all rules,
Fighting millions of soldiers,

An ancient temple destroyed,
In a secluded mountain,
Hidden by pine trees,

The rose with a golden crown,
Use to live there,
Her imprints still everywhere,

That was since three decades,
Her prince left her,
Went on his white horse,
And became a ghost,
Never left her,
He knew later what she meant to him,

The cries reaching the sky,
Calling the one united to God,
The rose lived between here and above,
Showered with the anger of storms,
God’s hope kept her going on,
In her heart the love,
Her love and her God.

I love you
Always Love, Light, Joy,
Peace & Blessings to All of us
{{ONELOVE}}
Rima N. Jaber
© April 1, 2013
~♥☼♥~
 

The Mystery of Love by Eva Ruby Austin ....

The Mystery of Love
 
As I searched through faded relics
In an old worn treasure chest,
I found many cherished memoirs
Of those I loved the best.
 
As I sifted through the papers
Old and faded with passing time,
I came upon a cherished prize --
A loved one's valentine.
 
A wispy bit of lace and verse
With words so very fine --
"I'll love but you if you'll love me
And be my valentine.
 
For love is unselfish, understanding and kind
It sees with the heart, and not with the mind,
Love can't be bought, it is priceless and free
Love like pure magic is a sweet mystery.
Love works in ways that are wondrous and strange
And there's nothing in life that love cannot change.
 
I mused o'er those verses so very true,
Although very old they became as new.
 
I folded the valentine with care
Placed it back in the box, and left it there,
But it made me think as I laid it away --
How love should be shared each passing day.
 
 
Eva Ruby Austin.