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APRIL 21ST POETRY CHALLENG: prompt: If I could change the world

If I could change the world
The first thing that I’d do
Is make darn sure that everyone
Has a place to come home to

I would flip the social safety net
To put children back on top
The focus should be on the kids
What hurts them needs to stop.

I’d ensure that healthy people
Handicapped or drug inclined
Contribute in their own small way
To better all mankind.

I’d insist that billionaires
With more money than they need
Begin to use their fortunes
To assist the refugees.


The Parable of the Twins (This was in SPECIAL CARE SERIES BOOK FOUR received in the mail from the Fraser Lake Hospice Society. Thanks so much. So comforting!)

Once upon a time, twin boys were conceived in the same womb.
Weeks passed, and the twins developed. As their awareness grew, they laughed for joy, “Isn’t it great that we were conceived? Isn’t it great to be alive?”

Together the twins explored their world. When they found their mother’s cord that gave them life they sang for joy, “how great is our mother’s love that she shares her own life with us.”

As the weeks stretched into months the twins noticed how much each was changing.

“What does this mean?”, asked the one.

“It means that our stay in this world is drawing to an end”, said the other one.

“But I don’t want to go”, said the one, “I want to stay here always”

“We have no choice”, said the other, “but maybe there is life after birth!”

“But how can it be?” responded the one. “We will shed our life cord, and how is life possible without it? Besides, we have seen evidence that others were here before us and none of them have returned to tell us that there is life after birth.”

And so the one fell into deep despair saying, “If conception ends with birth, what is the purpose of life in the womb? It’s meaningless! Maybe there is no mother at all.”

“But there has to be”, protested the other. “How else did we get here? How do we remain alive?”

“Have you ever seen our mother?”, said the one. “Maybe she lives in our minds. Maybe we made her up because the idea made us feel good.”

And so the last days in the womb were filled with deep questioning and fear and finally the moment of birth arrived.

When the twins had passed from their world, they opened their eyes and cried, for what they saw exceeded their fondest dreams. Author unknown.

2016 Recreation & Small Business Expo on Saturday

Doris’s Books Table #22

THE FAIRIES OF FAIRYOPIA Children’s bedtime stories about wee folk residing on a tiny island off the coast of Vancouver Island. (Grandmother approved content)

THE BOY ON THE ROAD stories relevant to the rough and tumble frontier life of Northern BC and the Cariboo. (Guys like these stories)

NORTH COUNTRY RHYMES AND BALLADS song lyrics and rhymes that celebrate the wilderness and rural spirit of north central British Columbia.

STUFF ‘N NONSENSE POEMS (Volumes 1 and 2) whimsical, fanciful, rhymes and non-rhymes.

THE GHOSTS BEHIND HIM non-fiction (family dealing with loved one’s schizophrenia) published by Caitin Press in 1999. Copies are available from the publishing company. Delivery time: 3 to 4 weeks.

COMMON THREADS fictionalised biography set in London England, South China and Vancouver Canada in early part of 20th century. Published by Libros Libertad in 2009.

My favourite Memory (April 11th Poetry Post)

April 11 prompt: My favorite memory

My favorite memory happened just now
My fingers reached across the keys
The monitor lit up
Facebook came into view
And there were the words
“I love you”

My Husband’s Birthday-April 10th Poetry Challenge

Today was my husband’s birthday

I’d like to bake him a cake

Or perhaps a pie

With a candle on it

We could go fishing

Nice weather

We’re having

Anzus Lake might be open

I could drive up Paddle Hill

He’d probably need to

Remind me

To turn right, not left

Onto the 200 road

What a lovely day

That would be

Fish for supper

And maybe

Just maybe

The Blue Jays

Would win their game!

Tritina For The Trees

Napowri’s ;prompt” April 7 Poetry Challenge
is to write a tritina. The tritina is a shorter cousin to the sestina, involving three, three-line stanzas, and a final concluding line. Three “end words” are used to conclude the lines of each stanza, in a set pattern of ABC, CAB, BCA, and all three end words appear together in the final line.


The poplar trunks awash in palest gold
Anticipation of the Spring in every tree
The promise of a sunny day is in the sky

Cloudlessness reveals a light blue sky
As sunshine tints the branches of the trees.
And poplars waken in a swath of gold.

I can almost see the leaf buds on the trees
Burst open brightest green against the sky
But for now, they only bask within the gold

Gold from the sky will bring new life to the trees


Poetry Challenge April 5th
I am NOT sick!
Why do you tell me
I should see a doctor
That I should
Take medication
Get counselling?
You say I don’t eat
Well, let me tell you
Some foods
Are contaminated
They don’t taste
Like they used to
They may even be
The people who serve
My meals may be
Attempting to
Kill me.
Their lovely smiles
Are hypocritical
They are more like
Devils, than the
Angels I used to
Think they were.
They can read
I know that
The voices I hear
Inside my head
Say, beware
Of people like that
Go away

Poetry Challenge – April 4th

And now, for our (optional) prompt. In his poem “The Wasteland,” T.S. Eliot famously declared that “April is the cruelest month.” But is it?…

April is the cruelest month
I’ve been dreading the 30 days of it
that are marked
upon the calendar.
Easter Sunday 2015,
celebrated as the day
Jesus rose from the grave,
was when I shrivelled
into half the embodiment
I’d occupied
for almost 50 years.
My body did not become smaller
but my wholeness shrank.
The saddest part about this year’s April
is that I’ve forgotten much about our life together.
But I do recall the sweet essence of our love.

Our Heroes

Remembrance Day was on November 11th: We commemorated Canada’s soldiers who fought in past wars, where many died or were severely injured. We have also begun recognizing the efforts of everyday heroes, categorized as First Responders (fire, police and ambulance workers)

I once wrote a poem about Rick Hansen, celebrated as a hero back in the nineteen eighties. Rick’s efforts upgraded the lives and living conditions of so many who were suffering from spinal cord injuries. Around the same time, Oprah Winfrey hosted what would become a very popular TV talk show. I categorized Oprah as being my second favorite hero of the era. Oprah’s show dealt with a great many previously hidden societal illnesses and living situations.


As heroes fare
There’s no one out there
Who can top “The Man in Motion”
He traversed the globe
From ocean to ocean
In a manual wheelchair

In my mind’s eye
There was once a young guy
With a fishing rod in hand
He’d caught a few fish,
Enough for a dish
As he roamed the rural bush land.

Riding home in a truck
His share of good luck
Ran out for the rest of his life
When the accident left
His spine badly bent
Depression cut in like a knife.

A natural athlete
He began to repeat
The gym-work which must be incurred
To build up his strength
To wheelchair the length
Of a journey around the world

Folks gave him donations
As he crossed their nations
Money for research ‘n support
He became the speaker
For those who were weaker
And the ones in handicapped sports


April 2. Prompts are: “Seeing an old friend.” [Virginia’s prompt]
[Napowrimo’s prompt] “I challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a family portrait. You could write, for example, a stanza for each member of your family…”

Yes, Old Friend, I’ve lived a good life
Two good husbands without too much strife
Each one left me with blessings galore
I had four children and then five more.
My cute little bee and my buttercup
Were joined by their brother, a curious pup
The first three arrived when I was quite young
But marriages don’t last for everyone.
Husband number two had five of his own
I loved them like mine when they became grown
The two older girls, a peach and a pear,
And the littlest one, a strawberry fair,
The boys in the middle were flint and feather,
Outdoors in the bush in all kinds of weather.
Then much later, in nineteen-seventy four,
A wee flowering fern appeared at the door.
So now Old Friend, I would like to know
How many children does your garden grow?

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