Tag Archive | Poetry

Stones

 

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We live more isolated
More orderly lives
Various things separating us
From one another

Bigger homes
Longer distances to work
Less time for family and friends
Valuing independence
Fear of rejection
Old wounds of the past

The distances created between us
Make our communities feel colder
More organized perhaps
Less chaotic
But Loneliness is rampant

Instead of talking to friends
We call hot-lines designed
To help us cope

When we need help
We are weary of asking our
Neighbour for a hand

When we stand in line
We look down at our phones
Instead of at each other

Separation is cold, lonely and lifeless

Being more connected may be
More chaotic
Louder
Less comfortable at times

But it’s colourful
More lively
More cozy
More kind

And a helping hand is always nearby
November 28th, 2016

 

Collage of me 2

We search for our identities
Especially when we are transplants in society
We try to find out how we fit into the world
To what cultural group we belong
What values we espouse
And how other people see us

What if such a rigid identity is not to be found
We are all born with intrinsic personalities and abilities
After that, our experiences, our education
And our efforts make us who we are

Our ‘self’ is fluid
It changes as we learn and grow
Our experiences shape us
And this will continue all our lives

I find this liberating
Because now I don’t have to find out
Where I fit in, to which group I belong
Who accepts me and who does not

I am unique
As everyone else is
I am who I am because of the places
I have lived
The languages I’ve learned
The books I’ve read
The people I’ve met and befriended
Where I was born factors into this too
It’s one of the many things that makes me me!

I am Eastern
I am Western
I am Persian
I am Canadian
I value art and poetry
I value friends and family
I value honesty, compassion and equality

I’m an adventurer
I am a rebel of sorts
I am curious
I want to learn
I live and write in English
More than in my mother tongue
But there is no discrepancy in all this
They all make up the collage of me

November 11th, 2016

A new low…

When truth does not matter anymore
And people say whatever they want
When you need to fact-check someone’s assertions
Because we can’t trust them

When dishonesty is rewarded by material gains
When we can’t count on anyone’s words
And they keep denying what can’t be denied

Our society has reached a new low

When we expect politicians to lie
At least sometimes
When accusations fly back and forth
With no way to prove who’s telling the truth

When women are objectified
And those remarks are asked to be excused
As locker-room talk
What kind of example are we setting for the young?

When civility is lost
And words are spoken that make one cringe
When insults take the place of discussion and talk
We know we have reached a new low

Don’t get me wrong
I think there is hope
But, boy does the night seem dark
Before the appearance of the dawn

 

October 11th, 2016

Pinch me

There are times in my life
When the ocean is calm
The storm has come and gone
And I’ve survived

When the weather is mild
And the sun shines
When all is well with the world
And there are no big worries on my mind

At these times I feel as thankful
As can be
I feel blessed
And sometimes I almost feel guilty
For the way I feel

I know another storm will come
I know the clouds will appear again
And the rain drops will pelt my head
I know the light at the end of the tunnel
Will grow dim
I know all this

But for now
I’ll enjoy the calm and the sunshine and
Do my best to help others who may feel down
I’ll be a good friend, mother and wife

That’s what I can do to
Show my thankfulness
As I sail on the ocean of life

 

October 2nd, 2016

 

 

Instant communication

These are the marvels of technology
In this age of instant communication
I sit in a coffee shop in Montreal
Write down some thoughts
And put them on my blog

A few minutes later
I notice they have been read
By someone in India or Australia!

We take these things for granted now
But the only way to get one’s writings to Australia
not so long ago was telegram, mail or Fax!
Remember Fax?
And even then there would be one person
On the receiving end
Not a world audience

No publisher is required to share ideas now
We all can share our views and thoughts

I’ll try not to take this blessing for granted
The technology we have access to now
Boggles the mind…
September 19, 2016

A little crazy

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It’s OK to be a little crazy, I think
People with crazy ideas do more interesting things

It’s OK to be a little crazy
Being normal is generally not fun!

It’s OK to be a little crazy
Then we don’t take ourselves too seriously

It’s OK to be a little crazy
It’s hard to be comfortable around people
Who feel they are perfect
Or at least want to appear so

It’s OK to be a little crazy
Unconventional, silly, outrageous
And out of the box

And anyway, I don’t have a choice
So, it’s definitely OK to be a little crazy sometimes!
September 21st, 2016

A person I don’t recognise

So, here is a person I don’t fully recognise
It’s supposed to be me, but everything is off!

She can’t concentrate
She can’t quickly problem solve
She doesn’t laugh out loud
Actually, she hardly laughs at all
She’s gloomy and tried
She is irritable at times

And sadly trying harder
Focusing more
Wanting to do better
Does not work
I’m stuck in a bad place
And feel like I have no control

They tell me I’ll be fine
But what am I supposed to do
In the meantime?

How am I supposed to live
With this person who I hardly recognise
And don’t even like

I try to find something positive in the situation
But that’s hard
It feels like I’m being punished, somehow

I know I’ll be back to myself soon
But what am I supposed to do in the meantime?
September 21st, 2016

Light bulb moment

Life is harder when we focus on ourselves
Our challenges, our unexpected difficulties

I now have the challenge of teaching English
To adult students who speak almost NO English

At first, I was frustrated
A bit in disbelief that there are still people
With almost no knowledge of English

I thought I didn’t have the patience
To teach this group
And found the material I taught
Mundane and boring

Brother, sister, son, daughter
All new words for this group of eager students
It was something else trying to explain the verb ‘to need’
As in I need some milk

Then suddenly a light bulb turned on in my head
I started seeing things from my students’ point of view
They are at the beginning of an adventure
Learning a new language
And each day, they double and triple
What they used to know

They try hard
They help each other
And they come to class with smiles on their faces
And a sense of mission

Looking at it this way
What I did became more meaningful to me
Yes, we talk about very simple things:
I like ice cream, I don’t like hot dogs
But these are words that were not
In their vocabulary until now
They will be able to communicate
In a new language soon

Last time we met,
I taught them ‘have a good weekend’
And with that we said goodbye
Teachers keep learning too
No matter how many years they have taught

September 16th, 2016

Blanket please!

Natalie walks up from her room in the basement
Carrying her soft green blanket
She loves blankets whether it’s summer, fall or winter
They are her companion when she watches TV
They offer her a warm and soft place to be enveloped in

Another one of her blankets is already on the couch
When I point that out
She says she’d like now

Natalie’s love-affair with blankets goes way back
And anytime I see a soft blanket in a store
I wonderful if I should get it and bring it back

It reminds me of the large fluffy dog she asked for
When she was a child
One she kept in her bed for a long time
Now, Cashew has replaced that dog
She gives the best cuddles and she’s even warm

Natasha used to walk with big blankets around the house
No sweaters or robe de chambers for her
Blankets are much better for staying warm she thought
No matter how impractical

Nick is the only one who doesn’t carry blankets around
And no lounging in pyjamas for him either
He showers and gets dressed first thing in the morning
He seems to like that routine

Children are all wonderful and unique
And that goes for their use of blankets , as you can see

September 12th, 2016

Support group for women who don’t love to cook

 

First, we acknowledge that cooking is an art
An art that brings joy to the hearts

Second, we believe that not all women love to cook
That would be, after all, absurd
Not all women love to sew or knit
So why should we all love to cook

Third, we encourage men to cook
At least some of the time

Fourth, please understand us and support us
We don’t mean to be unkind

Fifth, dinner will be made in under an hour
More time in the kitchen is harmful to us

Sixth, The occasional preprepared meal is allowed
Pizza, hamburger, pierogi and so on

Seventh, we hope you really appreciate it when we cook
It takes a lot of effort for us

Eighth, It’s not easy to cook day after day
If you don’t believe us give it a try

 

Sept. 11th, 2016