Dreamin’ #poetry #dreams

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Dreamin’ (c) 2017 by Pamela Schloesser Canepa

 

I dream of a California

that is untouched by flame,

of wide open spaces to which

no one lays claim.

I dream of a body

that’s not slowed down with pain

Of waterlogged islands

that can be home again.

I wish for outdoor concerts

not ruined by gunshots

And long for a leader

whose conscience can’t be bought.

I dream of a nation

embracing its weakest.

Acceptance and love,

to those of the outer reaches.

 

I dream with wanderlust

for I just want to escape

The feel, and the touch

of this year’s landscape.

I dream of a future

that is better than today,

that is spiritually evolved

from the world of yesterday.

I dream, but is that all?

For it has to start somewhere.

I dream, I share my dream,

and I wonder, just who cares?

 

*The poet, Pamela, was born in California.  Her own experience with the year 2017 has been a little rough.  Watching the news doesn’t help.  You may make conclusions about her political leanings.  That is your right.  We are all entitled to our opinion, but I think we’d all agree, the world, our nation, our people, have suffered a rough year.  Still, we can always hope for a better tomorrow and dream of a better world. 

 

 

 

 

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We Are, a Haiku #amwriting

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We Are, a Haiku
Hurricane Irma Aftermath
(c) 2017

We are resilient,
Surviving the storm’s effects,
We are Florida.

**I’d like to offer a genuine prayer for the hurricane victims in TX, those enduring fires in the Northwest, and victims of natural disaster all over the world. May your spirits rise you up until circumstances improve.** I was humbled by this woman enjoying her kayak in the flooded street my neighborhood. Her smile touched me.
God bless us all!

#WeekendCoffeeShare. Turn off the News! #poetry

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Welcome to the Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Diana at parttimemonsterblog.com. If we were having coffee today, on August 18, I’d tell you I’m glad for a new school year in a job that I love, but I’m tired. I dream about distant shores, maybe since I didn’t travel much this summer, and my writing projects are on hold until I have the energy.
I’d tell you to stay safe during the upcoming eclipse, but to enjoy this natural phenomenon, because nature is the greatest thing in this world, and we should all appreciate it much more.
I’d also tell you I’m terribly sad for our world, and I am praying for peace while I avoid the news today. I just can’t take anymore of it today. I penned a poem expressing my frustration.

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(c) Pamela Schloesser Canepa, 2017.

On that note, I am signing off to spend some time with a loved one, enjoy some play with my dog, and hopefully have time for reading and appreciating nature! I suggest you all do something today that makes you appreciate this world.
Does anyone have a different hobby that gets them away from reality?
Have a great weekend, and check out the other coffee shares at parttimemonsterblog.com! You may even want to add your own.

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Two Americas. #amwriting #poetry

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I see two Americas

each believing they are right

polarized to different margins

there is no middle for them.

 

I see two value systems

each in extreme form

leading many to believe

that they must choose.

 

There is no middle ground

and your actions can’t be wrong,

if you are right.  Right?

After all, this is a fight.

 

I see the colors fading,

only into black and white

there will be no gray, and certainly,

no other colors here.

 

I dream it could be different,

and I’m called so many names.

They say I’m too scared to fight,

that I’m too scared to choose.

 

Dear young one, when you choose,

be clear what you’re fighting for.

Be clear whom you’re fighting with.

Remember, wrong is never right.

 

Dear young one, don’t be scared

to stand up on your own,

to resist the leading group

and to bring peace in this world.

 

Of course, I am only dreaming

of a country that:

accepts difference

promotes peace

talks through disagreements

never uses violence

let’s an individual choose

gives more than two options

respects all opinions

lives in democracy.

 

Perhaps that is Utopia,

and maybe just a dream.

Maybe I am just a dreamer,

so throw tomatoes at me.

 

Yet all is not yet said and done.

There is still a tomorrow unknown.

Maybe I’ll see that I had a right

to sit and dare to dream.

 

 

 

 

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Silent? #poetry

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(c) 2017, Pamela Schloesser Canepa

I am only silent

since I think before I speak. 

I am only silent   

because I’m not ready.  Don’t rush me. 

I’m silent because I think things through,

because there is so much, 

Not because I’m less than you. 

I’m silent not because there’s nothing there, 

but because there’s so much there

beyond this moment.

When all is shuffled and well-placed,

I shall no more be silent.

 

 

Y is for Yesterday. #AtoZChallenge #NAPOWRIMO

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(c) 2017, by Pamela Schloesser Canepa

Yesterday I was young,

but a new day has begun.

Every day is youngest at its dawn

If I look ahead I can go on.

 

Yesterday has brought me here,

why would I deny it?

Yet, I can’t stop at yesterday,

Nor can I sit beside it.

 

Let’s sing a song of yesterday,

when we were fresher, younger,

then put such thoughts safely away,

and as new people, strive onward.

*I’ve joined the April A to Z Blogger’s Challenge!  Can you believe it’s almost over?  I’ve just about done it!  Each day this month, I have written something based on the next letter in the alphabet.  It’s been challenging and fun while giving me a chance to pause for reflection as well.

Want to know more about the A-Z blog challenge?  Visit http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com

D is for Dog. A haiku. #AtoZChallenge #NAPOWRIMO

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By Pamela Schloesser Canepa

 

A Haiku

This is what I see:

Man with a dog in the rain.

HE is not alone.

 

*Photo taken 2015, Prisma filter added.