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I'd like to tell you about another aspiring author Barb Fenwick...
Barb is a native Manitoban who lives near Sprucewoods Park. She is horsewoman and writer and has been writing poetry and articles in various horse magazines for the past few years, but has decided to take her craft more seriously.
In September 2009 "Horses With A Mission" was released. It includes 21 wonderful stories about special horses and special relationships with horses. Barb was chosen to contribute a story to the book. Her story about her horse Cherokee was chosen from among 200 submissions. You can order directly from Barb Fenwick by emailing barb@barbfenwick.com ($20.00 CDN includes taxes & shipping) or visiting www.amazon.ca.
So I've decided to change the format of this section and will be profiling some poets, spoken word artists and writers that I support. Below you will find one piece written by each artist. If you'd like to find out more about them, simply click on the read more... link. There you'll find a picture, bio and other works. Enjoy!!!
Words by Werner VAN Harder – The Sounding Board © "ARTIST OF THE MONTH" December 2007
June 26, 2009...
This piece is rather appropriate as I was just preparing the outline for the Downtown Coffee Ground 2nd Year Anniversary Party on August 10th, 2009 at the Red Road Lodge. I wanted to ask Werner and George Chartrand to host the JUST Words (in the round) segment of the event...
It's JUST words (Imagine) ©.
"JUST" an oxymoron inside of itself, the word J-U-S-T, perfectly demonstrates the duplicitous nature of the inhuman-human animal, as — JUST (... that is, of Justice), might infer Credibility, Validity and Value for we of society. Legal, valid, true, even altruistic, as in ultimately true — JUST; although, 'just' as well, it might mean, of no concern, beneath valuation, or, of no importance, merely ... beneath speaking of (!) just ... words! Just US talking about Justice, just the duality of words, demonstrating the duplicity of the society.
Words. ... the Liar's paradise, the Yalie, ELI, Skull and Bones-men are winning the war of words burying the truth in a blizzard of lies, ... as for me, my epitaph is already, written, in stone, cold reality, equalling futility, as I am killed by the lie of an equal 'Equality', and fraternity among 'People', for you see, even the 'Churchers' see, this is the time of season, to give up on their normally, normal sense of reason, and give in to the unreasonable, and offer lip-service to John Lennon's imagination, for imagining, that we could imagine, a world that held faith with his image of OUR life free of Empire-RE-building, Totalitarian war-mongers, and religious fanatics of any description, committing acts of terrorism. John said ... "Imagine", and we pretend to 'imagine' the life he offered to us, away from 'war and religion' TOO! But the truth is that I've grown old, learning that there can be no winning, fighting Fascism because it can ONLY add up to, Me, being broke and broken. Ta-Fucking-Da, even if I win, I mark me as the loser. Yet, despite that, I will leave a map, as I build a road to show you where we might go, and in case I'm not here, to show you, where I've been. I am the PAPER TIGER, awful in aspect, roaring and on the hunt, prowling, menacing with finger-long teeth and talons, BARED in warning, as I hunt for my Nemesis, my enemy, my inner self, the DRAGON bred to slay me. In the past the dragon and I had fought to a standoff, and inside I died, leaving living at a standstill, but I have returned to fight again, to fight against the darkness of my depression, and this world of war-monger oppression, to offer questions in hopes of finding answers, to win the war of words. Iam the Paper Tiger, imagining, the truth.
... Imagining Peace. PAX
Words by Shelly Genthon – The Sounding Board © "ARTIST OF THE MONTH" August 2008
August 26, 2008...
Shelly was named "ARTIST OF THE MONTH" for August 2008. He has been frequenting The Sounding Board © open mic at The Lounge of Charlie O & Friends for quite some time. He's a thoughtful yet intense man. He describes himself as a visionary poet...
Tablio Rosa ©.
Kids desperately craving heroes.
wide puppy eyes
gasping open mouths
Sponges soaking up love.
a little time
a little care
a lot of payback for parents
hitherto declared.
Purity of heart.
honest to the bone
hold their hopes
so they'll never be alone.
Words by Tim Jackson
Love's Fatal Flaw ©.
(revised)
She's an angel of the earth,
a gentle stream, a quiet beauty
and possibly the key to my salvation.
Transformed by adversity from timid little
flower to outspoken instigator and rally leader.
I only regret my helplessness at the time.
She paid a high price for standing up
for her rights. I having nothing but my
looseleaf, my pen and my spiritual energy
to take notes and channel my spirit
to help sustain her efforts.
I feel her weariness and concentrate
my will to lessen her pain.
I feel a connection forming, unless I'm
misreading my signals, then I'm in trouble.
I feel a warmth from her
like a chinook breeze in the fall.
She is a lover and I the fighter
helpless in her thrall.
Things could turn in my favour.
I could end my quest and count my dreams
as fulfilled as I lay myself to rest...
... and if only I could remember her name!
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