TURTLE VIEW POEMS – L’ACCUEIL
Published by Colette Brown
Book cover photography by Alistair James Brown
Copyright © 2010 Colette Brown
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This collection of poems is a work of non-fiction. Any resemblance to the living or dead is entirely coincidental.
Synopsis:
This is a composition of life inspired poems from many life experiences, this book captures the essential connection through words in which you, the reader, can relive or may relate to the emotions that everyone expresses. I truly hope you enjoy it and thank you for reading. Half the book has English poetry and the other half French poetry reflective of my upbringing and heritage as a French Canadian raised in Timmins, Ontario. I pursued my education in social work at the University of Ryerson in Toronto, Ontario Canada, settled, married and raised my family. Check our turtle rescue in Stouffvile, Ontario, Canada.
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 –English Poems - Turtle View Poems
Chapter 2 - French Poems - L’Accueil
Dedication
L’Accueil is dedicated to my loving dad Dorima Fortier.
To my mom Cecile & my grandma Eleonore Frappier.
Turtle View is dedicated to my hubby and best friend Jim
To my sons: Ian and David Brown
To my grand children: Dalton, Ethan, Darby and Garrett.
To the Fortier family and my sisters: Lina, Madeleine, Rachel.
To mom & daughter teams: Lisa and Darby, Susan and Robyn, Cathy and Marilyn, Samatha Abbigail and Barbara
To Margaret, Heather, Dallas, Georgia, Jessie & Sascha
To Colette Chartrand my twin sister
To Anne Hazel, the little prince.
To Kathy Joyner a heroic fighter to the end.
To Ginger Snap and all the cats I rescued as a child.
To Jack, Shep, Daisy, Fub & Turtlehouse.
I would like to share an interpretation of life and death.
The Tree of Life
By Jim Brown
Like a tree in nature, we go through many seasons in our lifetime. Year after year, leaves fall and new seeds are given life. The roots remain firmly planted. Family members, who have lived before us, have spread the seed of life. We have matured and procreated. I have learned not to fear death. We are only one branch of a large forest. The fact that we have been counted as one seed assures us that there are centuries of seeds to follow. As mortals, we think and feel that the death of a loved one is final.
The forest is so large; how can we fully understand the meaning of life and death? There is a wise person named Lao Tzu who understands death. He said: “To die is not to perish, but to be eternally present.”
Chapter 1 - TURTLE VIEW POEMS
By Colette Brown
Moonless Night
On a dark and rainy night
Three friends venture
To explore the marvels
Of the Scarborough Bluffs!
A carefree young gentleman
Led us by the hand
To a world of treasures
Fun and laughter
His corner of the world
Was enchanting, romantic
And exhilarating
In the heart of nature itself
Moments of freedom
Streaks of happiness
Warmth of friendship
All this shared in silence!
Riverdale Zoo was inviting.
The bears were cuddling
A dog barked for help
Going the wrong way! Woof
Would you believe?
A cook a singing nightingale
A funny poet an animal whisperer
Who is as shy as an ostrich!
But take away his mask
And you will find a person
Sensitive, understanding
And full of life and creativity
An orphan, and survivor
Of trauma and tragedy!
Guess who? My best friend
Jimbob 19
The man that I will marry
He will be the father of my children
The grandpa of our children’s children
The head of the Brown family tree!
Song of Love
To share a life is so great
Mystery of life and love
Who are we to penetrate?
Mystery of life and love
Men wander till they find
The partner of their choice
Though love may often bind.
Oh my! How they rejoice.
To share a life is so great
Mystery of life and love
Women search till they find
The partner of their choice
To share may be a bind.
Oh my! How they rejoice
Who are we to penetrate?
Mystery of life and love
Life without a love one
Is so dark and lonely
Earth without a blazing sun
Is so naked barely.
Ecstasy a sign of love
Happiness a silent goal
Like the freedom of a dove
Sweet bliss of a parting soul
Who are we to penetrate?
Mystery of life and love
To share a life is so great
If both of you shall love!
Ever Wonder Why
Why is man called civilized?
When besides him stand deprived
And mistreated his neighbour
Because dark is his colour.
Why does hate and war exist?
Instead of wonderful bliss
Why the war in Afghanistan?
And the floods in Pakistan
Why does mankind spend millions?
Making nuclear weapons
When few of his companions
Starve, suffer and are deafened.
Why does man preach Agape?
When his heart is prejudiced
And his actions like an ape
Do not reflect pure justice.
Why? Because man is selfish
Because man is just human
Lifeview
Day after day we endure
The eternal routine of life
Disguised exciting venture
Hypocritical since birth!
Humans need to speculate
In order to purge the truth
Deep pessimism may regulate
Our views of reality
Atheism may corrupt hearts
Of hopeless men
Religion may obstruct
The views of angry men
Why live if death is a puzzle?
Why care if love must die?
Why die if life just fizzles?
Why live if love must die?
The Intruder
If you take away
The mask that I wear
I’ll be cast away.
If you penetrate
The depth of my soul
Emptiness will stagnate
If you do caress
The soft body curves
Victim of love, I will be.
If you do conceive
Your lost youthful love
Will flow and recede.
Who will take away?
The dark mask of fright
Who will penetrate?
The lost empty soul.
But who will seduce
The naked body
Who is the father?
Of the newborn child
Who will come your way?
Alienated
I will rise again.
Reincarnated
Someone will sure come
A new way again
Charade
I play a game, its called charade
I laugh and play and sing and smile
But deep inside there’s emptiness
As I am crying all the while
My love for you brought only pain
Is that how love is always made?
I always try to fool in vain
By playing a game my charade.
I dream my dreams of you too long
To only sit and watch them fade
To keep the world from all my tears
I will just play this new charade.
Some day the tables will be turned
Someone will make you blue and grey
The hurt you do to others too
Always comes back to you some day.
One day someone will break your heart
And all your mellow dreams will fade
Some day you’ll know the way I feel
And you will play a new charade.
I play a game, it’s called charade.
I laugh and play and sing with pain
I always try to fool in vain
Playing a game that’s my charade.
Wish Magic
Fairies love to sing and rhyme
As they teach their wish magic
You can travel in real time
Fairies teach a magic trick.
If you will it hard enough
What you wish will come to you.
Close your eyes with a soft touch
A magic wish will come to you.
Soft and sparkling mellow presence
Like the stamen of a daisy
Fallen snow petals by the fence
White fluffy blanket in the hay!
Like the freedom of a dove
Daisy is a song of love
As they rhyme their wish magic
Fairies teach a special trick.
Like the freedom of a dove
Daisy is a song of love
With a sparkling heart of gold
Daisy has a heart of gold.
Turtle View
Can earthlings see through turtle’s eyes?
The evolution of our galaxy
The rise and fall of empires
The sparkling stars of the skies
Cannot be viewed by sole proxy
A lifetime never expires!
The Native view of the Turtle
Formed to protect displaced humans
And creatures of all sizes and shapes
To overcome many hurdles
Co-exist with birds and humans
Butterflies, snakes, lizards and apes!
We now share our deadly cancers
Reptiles and turtles are dying
Before species can reproduce.
We befriend turtles for answers
How to survive global warming
Not to become a sole recluse
We rescue turtles in distress
Who will rescue humanity?
From oil spills, many stresses
Do turtles predate dinosaurs?
Who’s responsible for global stress?
Take away life’s identity.
And the solar shuttle will soar
To a far away galaxy
Humanity will recreate.
To the death of our galaxy
Will bees and creatures pro-create?
Dinosaurs, turtles and macaw parrots
Letting Go
Take a look around you
Let go of everything
You have no control of
Focus on any change
Within your own powers
If you have an idea
Voice it to make a change
To the ones that can make
Those changes happen
One footstep at a time
This moment will let you flee.
Let the rest go in time.
Letting go will set you free!
Chapter 2 - FRENCH POEMS – L’ACCUEIL
By Colette Brown
Coeur d’Amour
Se recueillir pour l’accueillir
L’amour, qui repose en attente,
Blotti, sous l’ecorce apparente
De l’etre humain tout en desir!
Dans le silence de la foi
Se cherche le jet de confiance
Qui se refait, a la nuance
Un coeur d’amour en soif de joie
Presence douce attentive
A cette presence qui eclatte
Comme le bouton de marguerite
En feuilles de neige sur la rive
Se recueillir
Pour l’accueillir!
Douce Memoire
Que dire de l’experience
Neuve, folle frivole
De l’enfance paisible
Que tu revis en reves
Tu as perdu ta jeunesse
Folle douce memoire
Du vieillard qui se meurt
Ton super ego desire
Deforme, l’ideal de l’amour
Ta vie n’est que desir
Tu domines en silence
Cette discipline me forme
Tout en etouffant ton id.
Mais enfin tu es libre
Tu communies l’ivresse
Du verre de la bouteille
Tu jouis du monde irreel
Un jour de l’enfance
Qui se meurt a petit feu
Parce qu’il faut vieillir
Pour t’adapter a la citee!
Une citee sans nom
Sans nommer cette citee
Citez: sans nommer son nom!
Que dire de la noire existence
De l’etre humain sans espoir
Qui trotte seul confus
Comme l’aile de l’horloge antique
Sans silence d’une demarche
Maudite qui tourne en rond
Pour rien dire!
Folle vie de l’homme sans Dieu
Qui vegete sans mots dire
Et communique avec l’autre
De peur de mourir de froid
Abandonne dans la foule
Qui pietine cette citee sans nom
Pour faire face a la mort
L’homme aime esperer
Que le fil de la vie
Se deroule meme après le coup final
Voila pourquoi j’aime croire a l’absolu,
Ca libere de se creer le Dieu
Aussi humain que possible
Pour etre enfin compris!
L’atheisme corrompt les coeurs
Puisqu’il tu l’espoir de l’homme
A quoi bon vivre s’il faut mourir
Sans atteindre l’equilibre, la plenitude
Qui unifie les forces de l’homme
Si la destine n’est que neant
Pourquoi faut on exister
Sans l’assistance de notre Dieu
Ames Soeurs
Une flame jaune de ble
Caresse une flame brune
Douceur de cette intimite
Chavire le coeur de feu!
L’offrande a l’aube du matin
Toute belle toute entiere
Rejouit l’epoux en silence
Burine l’oeuvre des mains!
Flamme sombre l’autre brillante
Illuminent le pieu décor
Communient aux lueurs sans nombre
Qui dance pales, dans la nuit.
L’epoux cueille la sombre meche
La pose plus loin pres des coeurs