Do you really know?

Do you really know

Behind whose eyes God is really hiding?

Do you have the right to judge?

Take a close look

You will see

He is hiding behind

Everyone’s eyes.

We all deserve respect and love.

We all are particles from above.

So when you take my last crust of bread

When finish my sentences because I cannot speak

When you assume because I am old….that I am weak.

Ask yourself this question

Behind whose eyes is God hiding?

A very good man once has said

“Give us this day

Our daily bread”

I will add to these wise words….

Share your kindness too.

Because what you give

Is how you live

It all comes back to you.



I did not “right” today

There are times when I do not write.

There are times when I fight for the right.

There are times when I just sit and pray.

There are times when I am too tired to fight.

So, forgive me, if you pass my way

When you observe that I am not full of might.

I often now, just let it be.

I often now, do not make thiings “right”

I am often now

Just walking away.

Do not take this as a sign of weakness.

Do not fill me with your scorn.

Just know that finally, I am so glad to be born.

I am glad I know of freedom.

I am glad I know of grace.

So, please, if you must

Be told very clear….

Do not bring your garbage near.

I did not “right” today.

However, if I am forced to

I will send all your venom back to you.

So be careful on whom you spew.

I still can right today.

I just prefer not too.

Blessings to you.

I guess that’s it.

Now you have a choice.

Be kinder, be more pleasant

Be a good neighbour too.

Or all the unkind things you do

Will come rushing back at you.

Take my word

I know it is true.

There is a lot to love about you.

I love your spirit.

I love your voice.

So drop your hatred.

It is your choice.

Please, do not force me out of my shell.

Do not include me in your living hell.

I stand for my beliefs.

I stand for the rights of the wounded and small.

I will not stand for your cruel gossip today.

So in closing

Hear me say…

I did not stand for the “right” today.

But believe me…if you force me to

I will.


Joelene and James

Now Joelene is the Momma

Of three children it is true

But her fighter pilot son James

This poem is for you.

She carried you for nine months

Now you are going off to war

She is carrying you in your heart

Even though she gives you ‘what for’.

Your return date is etched in joy

For you and your career

She sends you many blessings

She always holds you dear.

Even though in her heart of hearts

She says “What in ‘tarnation’

Why should it be so many boys

Are fighting for our nation?”

I am proud you have chosen to keep us all free

I love you dear James, as I always will

Fighting with planes always gave you a thrill.

You held yours the highest as a little lad

You gave globs of laughter to me and your Dad.

You zoomed it, you shoosed it and you giggled as you played

Then you ran into our arms saying “I’m going to fly one day.”

Well that day has arrived

Not many more sleeps

Till you will be working overseas

In that plane.

Know this my dear son, as you fly so much higher

You are my little boy.

You are my heart’s desire.

I understand your calling.

I pray by the fire.

I will keep the vigil.

I am proud of you son.

I love you so much.

Keep our love close.

Close your eyes…stay in touch.

We your family are proud of you

So is this nation…

But part of me still says…

“What in ‘tarnation?”

-Dedicated to Joelene West and her Son James


Why pick the jerk?

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Why does the talented vibrant woman
pick the jerk?

Could it be he is compassionate when there is no audience?

Could it be he is Mr Right?

Could it be he is “Mr-Right-Now?

There are many reasons to pick the jerk

I used them all.

I allowed myself to be used by them.

I value myself today.

I was a jerk to myself to not adhere to the warnings.
I was so busy enjoying the warmings.

Now,it is a narrower path…more serene…sometimes filled with memories of the jerk.

Perhaps, I picked them for the adventure.

Perhaps, I will open my eyes instead of my thighs next time.

Or perhaps I have learned the lessons.
Now, I can stand alone with the Creator.
Now, I can stand up for myself.
Now, I can be alone with the Alone.

I will continue my affair with all of life…
All my life.

I will take the risk.
I will believe in romance.
I will pick the jerk.
Given half the chance…
Oh, being a crone is a marvelous time.
There are lessons to learn.
All of them mine.

Chicken George’s – The Pit

The Pit

Although the seasons

Come and go,

I pray that my sobriety

Will constantly grow.

For years on end

I’ve tried to quit,

To pull myself out

 Of that deep, dark pit.

It was years ago

 When I fell into the trap,

It’s filled with alcohol,

 Drugs and crap.

The walls are soaked

 With suffering and pain,

The guilt and remorse

Eat away at my brain.

I pulled myself out

 A couple of times,

But I fell back into

The stinking slime.

Each time I fell

Things got worse,

Will ever get rid

Of this terrible curse?

About a month ago,

Much to my surprise,

A rope (was) dangling

In front of my eyes.

I grabbed and pulled

So desperately,

I’d thought there was

No hope left for me.

As each day went by,

I pulled closer to the top,

The light is so bright;

 I feel my eyes will pop.

Finally, I’ve pulled myself out of that pit,

I’m a thankful sober person wherever I sit.

I pray to God, to help me with this affliction,

So I’ll never go back to that pit of addiction.

I pray and give thanks to all who helped me,

Because of your kindness, now I can see.


The rope that was thrown so lovingly to me,

Had a note at the end, I can clearly see.

It says, “Keep things simple,” “One day at a time.”

Because if you don’t, you’ll be back in that slime.


I wondered who would care about a drunk like me,

And down in the corner it read, “God is with thee.”

Thanks for my new life.

-guest poet

George M./Chicken George.

excerpt from Volume 1 Issue 4 April 2008 Vox Populus

The Community Village Newsletter

Grande Prairie, Alberta Canada.

inserted in this blog with permission of the author. 

Ain’t life grand?

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“When the sun in the morning

Peaks over the hill

I wake up with the lilacs

On Mocking Bird Hill

Trah laa lah tweedly dee dee

It gives me a thrill

To wake up in the morning

On Mocking Bird Hill”

Oh what rejoicing to hear that old song

I remember how wonderful it was to sing along.

I was just a young woman

Or perhaps a wild child

Life was so full of wonder.

Curiosity had its own wondrous pile

I lived in Europe in the sixties

It was “flower power” you see.

I was young, curious and romantic

It was great to be me.

I had long flowing hair

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There was open air markets

The vendors sang their song.

“Fresh fruit”  and “flowers”  “soft hot brochien” too.

They would haggle their prices

They expected you to.

Large knock-wurst and veisswurst

On a large open bun

Then the Dusseldorf mustard added to the fun.

You bit into to the sausage

You don’t have to guess

Big gobs of mustard ran over your chin

Dripped onto your dress.

You threw back your head in a mischievous grin.

Stashing a dill pickle for the walk home

The hills of the city were my favorite places to roam.

The talking and laughter when you rode the tour bus

Was nothing like the silence you get here with us.

The soccer matches were blaring above the conversational roar

Oh, the great magic as they called out the score.

Because I spoke English they thought Britain my team

So they poured  my congratulations in a never-ending stream

Of liquid libations in various glasses.

I often wonder if Germany had won that day

How in the world  was I ever going to pay

For all the eighty nationals riding on the tour

I think I would still be washing dishes

That is for sure.

We took the bus to ride on the boat

Down the Rhine to the castle tour

The dirt in the river kept it afloat.

My landlord’s wife had packed us a lunch

There were garlic sandwiches

We were a stinking bunch.

We toured through the castles

We walked up to the turrets

Oh what a view

Of farm lands and gentle hills

Industrial areas too.

The hospitality of the castles

Included the wine cellars

With the various flavors in a wondrous display

I lived there for almost six years

No wonder I have ‘dementia’ today.

Seriously folks I have had a great life

My memories of the travel, step-children, hard work

Gives spring to my step today.

Life is here in this moment.

I learned of many cultures

Many songs and stories too.

Most of all I learned how important it is

To awaken with song.

To give of that beauty all day long.

Sometimes it flows easy.

Sometimes there are shards.

But I do my  best.

Give the Master the rest

I do not make my life hard.

So ask I you when you look inward

Give yourself a break

Know that you are poetry in motion

For goodness sake….

Know that and be that.

Your Light will shine through.

Know that “life is worth the living”

Be kind,  be more forgiving

In all that you do.

Now I ask you with a open hand

Ain’t life grand?

The Addict in the Green Velvet Dress

She shared her story.

You could see it was true.

She talked of pain and hardship.

She spoke of recovery

How she made it through.

(Just like me and you.)

She shared from her heart.

She told it with all her love.

She told it like a steel fist

Wrapped in a velvet glove.

Her words gripped my heart.

Her words made me laugh.

Her words helped me cry.

Her words helped me identify.

Her journey outlined my path.

I did not have to ask why.

I looked in and knew her heart

Like never before.

When she was finished

I wanted to hear more.

I want to ask questions.

“What did you do when you felt…lonely?

How did you get past a parent’s death?”

(It was as if she had heard me.)

She spoke of “repreieve’.

She spoke of the miracle.

She spoke of the truth of the program…

This wonderful addict

In the ‘green velvet dress”

I know, now, why recovery is her life.

I do not have to guess.

She spoke with great courage.

She spoke with the voice

Of one who stood for her choices.

I can truly rejoice.

I thank the Master

Who gave her the call.

I thank the dear lady

Who shared with us all.

What a shining example

Of recovery she is.

She was honest, straightforward,

Out-spoken and plain.

Then in the next breathe

You could hear

Her Higher Power’s eloquence reign.

It was a wonderful experience

Of renewal for me

Sitting there with the newcomer.

There with her friends

She told her story

It made several hearts mend.

Edification, empowerment too….

Yes, dear addict in the green dress,

My hat’s off to you.