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20 years after September 11, 2001

I was getting ready early morning in Nanaimo when my phone rang and my classmate who was driving us to a nursing practicum said; twin towers World Trade Center were hit and there is a disaster in New York. I was very surprised and had a thought that stays with me that even if I don’t have tv internet or cellphone important news arrives to me. We got in the car sometime later and discussed briefly what was happening in New York. There in Nanaimo, we were caring for elderly people. I was looking and noticing the news on the TVs of the private assisted living home residents, an enormous shock, turmoil, fear, suffering of New Yorkers who were unexpectedly attacked. The scene of fire burning towers remains in my mind.

It is 20 years later and along with the rest of the world, I am affected by this horrific incident. Withdrawing American troops from Afghanistan is a better choice for the American people. Violence doesn’t heal violence. I don’t want any more war in this world. The result of violence adds more suffering. These deaths brought sudden grief, it raised again in the global mind thinking about what type of dying is proper. Dying for any cause is a sign of incorrect thinking. The event raised fear globally and everyone responded according to their heart. For me, it moved me into more spiritual practices and reflection about living and dying. In the ’90s Sogyal Rinpoche wrote a great book on the topic of life and death and the meaning of dying. This book is an acclaimed spiritual classic. From the heart of Tibetan Buddhist wisdom, this book is a treasure on the path of understanding dying. It demystifies the many fears people have on this topic. It is not only for a religious practitioner it is also accessible to people of all walks of life to bring about respectful living. Along with Americans today I remain in silent prayer about the lives lost and changes that this event brought to our world.

Memorial & Museum

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Cosmic Culture & Art Dzogchen Ethnic Lore Family & Community Feelings & Emotions Grief Life & Death Poetry Psychology Religious Studies Social Issues Women's Affairs

Please don’t punish me [Sonnet Poem]

These grey days passing by before my eyes, 
Forgotten times of low education, 
Candy Society fell, right my eyes?
We knew we could not be without money.

Sales are filling up in our paper bags,
Found unspoken, mind is still very loud.
Remembering my suffering and pain,
I want to live to see better light days.

Do not punish me for desiring love,
Living free is our birth right on this Earth.
Do not punish me for karmic wind’s charm,

Do not punish me for truth that I am.
I want to trust good people around me.
Don't punish me with pain or anything. 

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Cosmic Critique Culture & Art Ethnic Lore Feelings & Emotions Grief Life & Death Poetry

Hemingway Story [Poem]

Today on PBS I found an hour long story of Ernest’s Hemingway’s life. I was reminded of his turbulences and many women, recognized writing, noble peace-prize and that he suffered some severe head injuries leading him to dealing with difficult emotions, estrangement and efforts to address mental health. It is painful to hear that his writing is unachievable for others due to the depth of suffering from which he was writing. It is awful that he committed suicide and it is sad that he wasn’t able to win the battle in his life with the demons that haunted him.

I haven’t written anything more than 17 syllables in a while so I decided to sit down and write a poem out of my own suffering to honour the pain of E. Hemingway. I believe after watching this program I will be treasuring myself as a woman more. I am glad I didn’t commit suicide and I am glad I have caring people who support me.

Martyrdom & why you need to love me

It is frightening that you derive joy 
Knowing others are suffering 
it shocks my mind that you only want 
to see pain and laugh about it
I do not see what you do or are thinking as funny, 
we aren't friends, it's not my goal 
i do not want you to misunderstand 
pain you gave to me as a joke. 
I hurt and struggle because of your thinking 
I cant stand another day of unloving uncaring way 
you want to be with me.
Make a full effort to be kind and practice sanity 
towards your relatives, I am not into making you happy 
you feel like you want to vent allover my precious body. 
I don't need or have reasons or need reasons 
for your sense of humour and laughter at unjust 
pain of other people. you do not appreciate martyrdom.
you don't know what to do with one in your life.
Scars remain from knowing you.
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Compassion Cosmic Ethnic Lore Grief Life & Death Poetry Social Issues World Matters

Stand against hate [Free Verse Poem]

People are people, 
Our thinking affects, 
Our feelings move,
Our behaviour responds. 
Major religions believe, 
In oneness and respect, 
Decent treatment, 
All people do matter, 
Their socioeconomic, 
Ethnical, cultural 
Or religious backgrounds,
Each has a story,
There are reasons.
Standing against hate.
We resist too much, 
and not enough.
Living prepared and in tune 
With time,
With aligned inner values. 

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Cosmic Grief Life & Death Nature Poetry Religious Studies Women's Affairs World Matters

A short witch story [Sestina poem]

The beautiful women of green Norway, 
Away from sad struggles of other north, 
Close to the right broom of sisters' witches, 
In various books on holy water;
Frightened cats and small snakes were all blood red, 
Grasses swayed in the wind on a long road. 

Many stones paved in colours a long road, 
Close to the blue ocean of green Norway, 
Puzzle pieces fell from the sky blood red, 
In the lovely hillside of other north,
Where the big chair burns this holy water, 
Beautiful women are sisters' witches.

Where the big chair burns these sisters' witches; 
Stirring stars in the sky spoke the long road, 
Away from struggles of holy water,
Where the big red chair sits in green Norway, 
Close to the blue ocean of other north, 
Her wild hair was tangled up and blood red.

Tall ornamental vases were blood red; 
In various books on sisters' witches,
Where the big red chair sits in other north, 
Moon fell down to my bag on the long road, 
Away the sad struggles of green Norway, 
Close to the right broom of holy water. 

Happiness may run with holy water; 
Around the stone circle was all blood red,
In the lovely hillside of green Norway, 
Happiness may run the sisters' witches, 
From my crown, a star flew on the long road, 
Away from sad struggles of other north. 

Happy people live well in other north; 
Beautiful women are holy water,
Trees grew tall and fresh along this long road, 
These flying angry birds were all blood red, 
Away struggles! of the sisters' witches,
Happy people live well in green Norway. 

The long road to other north,
Green Norway gave holy water, 
Blood red are the sisters' witches.

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Your way pretty [Free Verse Poem]

I know you still want to kill me; 
Your way pretty.
I know you like pretty people; 
Your way pretty.
In life you hurt many people;
Your way pretty.
I know you are working at hard; 
Your way pretty.

I know you like to kill me calm;
Your way pretty.
I know you like those funerals; 
Your way pretty. 
We are all alive standing near; 
Your way pretty.
You are trying to live BIST way; 
Your way pretty.

We know you still want to kill us;
Your way pretty.
Bitterness' cruel pain kills me;
Your way pretty.
We know you don't know how to love;
Your way pretty.
We know you are working at heart; 
Your way pretty.

Photo of Henrik Wergeland a Norwegian writer, most celebrated for his poetry but also a prolific playwright, polemicist, historian, and linguist. Photo by Mark König on Unsplash

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Analysis Cosmic Daily Life Family & Community Feelings & Emotions Grief Poetry Psychology Social Issues World Matters

🦧 Leaving Violence [Free Verse Poem] 🦧

Episode 4
A girl was very little; 
A toddler when she was hit;
On the head by her mother.
Girl has to live brain injured.

Mother doesn't love her daughter.

A girl was abused when little;
Cried and cried and with her breath
Survived. Brain injury is part of life,
She walks with a cane, does what she can.

Mother doesn't love her daughter.

A woman knows her mother didn't love her;
She stays away and seeks her own comfort;
Good people aid her in living life;
She hopes of real love and her family.

Mother doesn't love her daughter.

Days go by, further the woman is away; 
Not with her mother, better she becomes; 
Relieved, rested, peaceful, hopeful, happy. 
There is no more violence in her life.

There is no more violence in her life.

Although I have a brain injury this poem isn’t about me. I came about my brain injury in a different way.

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Catholicism Cosmic Grief Life & Death Polish History Politics Religious Studies

40 years since the death of Cardinal Wyszyński [Anniversary]

Catholic people are remembering the years of service of devotion and wisdom offered by cardinal Stefan Wyszyński. The Vatican announced the approval of a miracle attributed to Wyszyński’s intercession last October. The miracle involved the healing of a 19-year-old woman from thyroid cancer in 1989. May 28th marks the 40 year anniversary of his death, 15 days after Pope John Paul II was shot in an assassination attempt. Venerable eminence served Polish people and Catholics in Poland for many long years. In September cardinal will be beatified in the Polish capital of Warsaw.

Venerable Cardinal Wyszyński supervised a nine-year program of preparation building to a nationwide celebration of the millennium of Poland’s baptism in 1966.

He remains in the memory of all Poles and is revered and loved by many.

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Wrath & grief [Villanelle Poem]

Light
Cosmic light
Thousands of screams took your life from my heart. 
I am living with a bleeding heart this path,
One thousand painful screams tore us both apart. 

An envious woman latched to my warm heart. 
People understand that this is a warpath,
Thousands of screams took your life from my heart. 

Rage is taking my mind distances apart.
I don't ever want to be without our wrath,
One thousand painful screams tore us both apart. 

Our love is pure solid happy in the heart.
Cosmic events forced me to this massive wrath,
Thousands of screams took your life from my heart. 

We share secrets, signs and symbols in the heart.
Our love shines bright, the example of a path,
One thousand painful screams tore us both apart.

We're destined to be jointly in the heart.
Tearing down happiness grew dakini's wrath. 
Thousands of screams took your life from my heart. 
One thousand painful screams tore us both apart.

A villanelle poem is 19 verses long. Originated in France in 17th century and was adopted by the English and mostly used by them. It is made up of five tercets and one quatrain. The rhyme is ABA for tercets and ABAA for quatrain. There isn’t specific length or meter (some use iambic pentameter). My verses are 11 syllables. The villanelle poem is an example of a fixed verse form. Villanelle didn’t start as a fixed poem it was more of a rustic song and took off in Italy and Spain. As the writing evolved the repetitive rhymes were used by famous poets to show obsessive and dark in nature topics of grief, fear, anger.


Episode 2.
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Five weeks of poetic anger

The first thing I want to say is that there is justified and unjustified anger. 
I am justified in my anger. 
If you need to look for justice in your anger then you aren't justified.
Anger does bring about wisdom. 
I am attending a course on emotions and I received a permission to write about anger. 
This is a very happy news that fuels me with positivity to do this program. 
I am doing this for myself. 
I chose to do this, no one asked me to do this. 
This is a good catalyst for many good things in my life.

Like with all poetry, it really depends on how a reader wants to view the poem. 
It can be seen as something very personal and touching or provoking or as an artistic form of healing 
or impersonal, an observation.

Five weeks starts tomorrow. May 28 2021 - June 25 2021