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Members Poetry
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OUR OLD APPLETREE
After the storm
last fall,
our gnarled and twisted
old tree was left
bowed and bent,
and seemingly
had lost her life—
a life so fruitfully spent.
And yet
one sunny morning
early that very next spring
she burst once again
into glorious showers
of silvery white flowers.
That stately dowager
had staunchly defied fate;
and her fierce courage
and abundant flowering
made our tired old hearts
rejoice and sing.
(C) Lini R. Grol.
lrgrol@sympatico.ca
******
Men Worked Here
On a rail line north through Midlands¹ chill
we rocket past the derelict corpses
of industries abandoned, long forgotten.
Forgotten, too, are their workmen
who laboured decades for wife and children
but now sit tired, bypassed, in used-up pubs.
Those men could be our fathers, indistinct, missing,
gone in dark rooms. We no longer know them,
cannot quite recall their faces. Yet their hands
gripped our mothers’ hips, thrust deep
with frightening hunger the seed that held,
gave life in its frantic, explosive rush.
Now massive hollows of brickwork and corroded pipes,
the factories ring each town, rise lonely
as our train rocks into darkness, night.
James Deahl
*****
Academic Dinner Acknowledgment
Assembled amid atmospheric awakenings, of arduous achievement,
An audible awe applauds the apparent adventure, of Effort artistry.
Astute attentiveness to assignments and activities,
Acquired an array of aspiring aristocratic adult appendages.
Ambitious attitudes, in attractive attire,
Are awarded abundant, appetizing arrangements.
Advice appears auspicious- EFFORT GRADE authorship,
Is an archived audacious attribute, ascertaining aptitude allegiance.
An activated autonomous avalanche, Is an advantageous aimed aspect,
Of Academic Accolades, around any atlas.
An Awesome Altimeter,
And no Ambiguities!
An answer from,
An appreciative academy ancestry advocate, and author.
I wrote this when invited to attend my son’s academic dinner at RCS Netherwood. That was when he was in grade 6. He is currently 2ond Year University of Ottawa student, with a scholarship in Criminology, 6 foot 5, I call him my baby bear!!!!!!
Liz Rolls (Holmes)
*****
Women Can Die Gently
She escapes the moon’s sudden monthly death
She escapes the sun’s fiery obsession
She escapes the poets’ passionate indigo blots
She escapes the terror of reality
She escapes the intimacy of history
She escapes the hand of perception
She escapes the twisted umbilical cord of rebirth
She escapes us to die gently into thought
© 2007 Donna Allard
*****
NIJAGARA-NA-JEZERU
gradić
urođeničkih maski
krzna
strijela
i kanua
gradić
ponad polja
podno šuma
uz parkove
i ljetnikovce
gradić
zagrljen Nijagarom
vinogradima
voćnjacima
veleposjedničkim domovima
i cvijetnjacima
gradić
na ušću Nijagare
u Ontarijsko jezero
gradić
britanskih hotela
lula
tregera
šešira
i štapova
gradić
starina
zdenaca
vodoskoka
kočija
i fenjera
gradić
čipke
porculana
čaja
slatka
i svijeća
gradić
kazališnog miljea
festivala Bernarda Shawa
irskog dostojanstva
i snenih zavjesa
gradić
staretinarnica
galerija
umjetnina
i imućstva
gradić
odora
dragulja
bijelih rukavica
i mirisa
gradić
vina
od smrznutog grožđa
gradić
jagoda
lijepe kate
javora
ptičjeg leta
i pjesništva
gradić
zapamćenja
kazivača priča
i neprekidnog Božića
gradić
vječite mladosti
ljubavi
i vjenčanja
gradić
mog oduševljenja
pribježišta
i skrivnosti
1997.
Ljerka Lukic
NIAGARA-ON-THE-LAKE
town
of aboriginal masks
furs
arrows
and canoes
town
above fields
at the foot of woods
beside parks
and summer country residences
town
embraced by the River Niagara
vineyards
orchards
latifundial homes
and flower gardens
town
at the mouth of the River Niagara
into Lake Ontario
town
of British hotels
pipes
braces
hats
and canes
town
of antiques
wells
fountains
carriages
and lanterns
town
of lace
porcelain
tea
sweets
and candles
town
of theatrical milieu
Bernard Shaw’s festivals
Irish dignity
and sleepy curtains
town
of antiquarian shops
galleries
art works
and wealth
town
of gowns
jewels
white gloves
and perfumes
town
of wine
made of frozen grapes
town
of strawberries
asters
maples
birds’ flights
and poetry
town
of memoirs
storytellers
and unceasing Christmas
town
of eternal youth
love
and weddings
town
of my elation
sanctuary
and latency
1997
Ljerka Lukic,
translated from Croatian into English by the Author
tel./fax: 416-534-5442, e-mail: Ljerka-Susan@Rogers.com
Memory Stones
I saw my madness
in an inescapable signature,
my teacher told me to sign my poetry
under a male’s name to get recognition
to be accepted in the writing world as a woman
I never thought of a pen as a penis
penis’s are overrated,let alone something to hide under
So with penis in hand
choked
keeping my poetry within for over a decade
These days kind hearts of others
put out $15 to buy my book
Now how gentle my signature
as I sign these memory stones
‘Victory over the penis”
© 2007 Donna Allard
