Boys will be Boys

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Boys will be boys
always use that excuse
boys will be boys
and the girls always lose.

So what do you think
should be done to those boys?
How will they learn
from right and from wrong?
Saying that girls are bad
and they deserve what they had
is just as bad as YOU taking that pic
spreading it around just makes me sick.

Boys will be boys
is not an excuse
boys will be boys
and the girls always lose.

Spreading it around is called
child pornography
did you know that at all
when ya’ll took that photography?

Boys will be boys
stop using that excuse
boys will be boys
and the girls always lose.

We have to teach all our kids
how to be decent, respectful people!
all that sexting you just can’t get rid
of it … spreading like a constant ripple.

Boys will be boys
don’t use that excuse

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Precious Friendships

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Friendship is a precious gift I so  treasure

many relationships I tenderly embrace

a true friendship withstands the pressure

when you are placed face to face

with differences of opinions and adversity

but I take this as an opportunity

to grow and go with the flow

sometimes I even advocate for diversity.

You see how friendships make me grow?!

Let us not talk of those present in my life..

I’d need a book or two to fill the richness

some angels have brought in my life.

They know who they are…

it’s a heartfelt sense of pure love…

 

And then there are friends who are

just passing through for a little while.

 

Some friends are here for just a season

like delightful school chums and working buddies;

that special friend that shared a desk

a coffee, a muffin in such and such a class.

 

Grace, who shared her deep dark secret

I listened, she cried, I listened some more;

who knew I might be faced with a similar

dilemma a few years down the road!?

 

Oh and that committee friend that made me laugh,

that task force we were sitting on that year.

How she helped me not take things so seriously.

 

My sailing and walking friend by the lake

great times spent for leisure’s sake;

 

But,some friends are here for a reason

and once departed I might see why;

 

Louise who encouraged me to keep

on trying to have a baby…

she knew the agony

the despair of waiting,

she too waited ten years

…my  seven  seems trivial  by far.

 

My dearest neighbour and midnight friend,

Janet, how we shared so much together,

to speak aloud of what we shared

… oh my God!!! we’d never

be able to find this same measure

of  understanding….of such treasured

secrets…shared in strict confidence.

 

She blessed my life with her love of life

her immense patience that  unfortunately

did not rub off enough on me, but still,

it saved me and the kids tumultuous times;

it kept my marriage intact for a few more years

holding on, walking,  talking, burning her ears.

she taught me to relax and play more

enjoy the kids, just play and roll on the floor

and be silly and just BE.

 

And Wayne,  why did he leave so fast?

I still can’t accept he’s gone at last!

he was my boss, my colleague,

my dearest friend.

We shared our woes of so many things

relationships, partners and our children, too.

Oh how he was such an amazing dad!

And what a cook he was …a great chef!

feeding his daughter’s umpteen pals

he was the most  fabulous dad of them all!

And then he left this plane for good.

My only true consolation is that

someday I will meet them all in that

other dimension…up there or around here;

my family awaits too also near. 

We’ll have a bash, a pint of beer!

when my time comes they’ll all be here. 

For friendships past and present too,

I’m blessed, I’m rich, and thank all of you.

© Cheryl-Lynn Roberts,  originally written on November 3, 2013

Dungeon Prompts on Friendship

What is PEACE?

 

Simple Sunday with Artist Delawer Omar     http://www.friendburst.com

What is peace
but an attitude
that will release
any inquietude;
it’s worry free
battle free
bully free
racist free
bigot free,
colour blind,
faithfully liberal
remarkably kind,
spiritually lenient
exceptionally charitable
massively tolerant
conflict free
purely carefree.

Childlike mentality
innocent, trusting,
seeking hospitality
lucent thinking.
Peace is never ever
second guessing
there’d be clever
deeds ever deceitful;
when there’s peace
all acts are truthful;
all is authentic
genuine, real.
like the Velveteen Rabbit
who became at peace
once he became real.
Peace is harmony
relating in accord
never feeling discord
what a lovely place
to be
when making peace
an essential
fundamental base
to perpetuate
to nurture
to promulgate
in one’s future.
Peace is love
love is peace
becoming one.
You,
I,
we…
are one,
living in peace.

© Cheryl-Lynn – originally written October 26, 2013

Dungeon Prompts – Week 11: Peace – Just a Word? What does it mean to you?

The good, the bad and the ugly.

 

This week’s Dungeon Prompt Week #10 is:  

Entitlement Ideology – Making Up the Rules as We Go (running from October 17 – October 23)

 

Gov.t ordered to turn over residential school file

Photograph courtesy of The Canadian Press

This exercise prompted me to look at the Good, the Bad and The Ugly of entitlement. This first part is the Bad and the Ugly, the last piece starts as Good and then, it all goes to interpretation, I suppose.

“As to the Indians, the guiding principle was, promise them anything just so long as they get out of the way”.- Stephen Ambrose

The above quote bothers me to no end.  I realize Canada is “starting” to make progress in talking with our First Nations People but still, we all know they have a lot of hours, days, months and  years before Aboriginal people in Canada can actually feel a positive change.  We, disregarded their rights and privileges.   We robbed them of entitlement to their land, to their culture and their language.  Residential schools comes to mind and yes, I AM talking about it still…the ramifications of such a travesty, of such oppression will trickle down for generations. It will take that long so their healing can commence.

Two years ago, I was privileged to be part of a group from our youth line to visit a reserve in Northern Ontario and ask youths in that community how we could better meet their needs.  The day before our meeting, my colleagues and I took a brisk walk near an old residential school outside of the reserve; the ghostly feeling walking around there was so eerie.  In our group, a young woman who was part of this pilot project told us stories she had heard from her grandmother and great-auntie who had been forced to go to this school.  Most of these youths had no clue they were thousands of miles from their homes. So when a youth tried to run away,  can only imagine the despair learning when caught to return to the school, the despair …they could not and would not see their family for, to them, a lifetime!

I cringed to imagine of youths as young as 4 and 5 that were literally ripped from the arms of their mothers and fathers by the RCMP.    Can you actually imagine such a thing?!

I recall speaking to a youth several years ago who proudly talked about a journal her grandmother had recounting her sad and tragic experiences in residential schools.  It’s important to document, to remember.  Part of healing IS remembering.

What is so sad about these calamities is that many First Nations People of that generation who were “condemned” to those schools, were brainwashed…told from 5 years old until they were 18 to speak ONLY English, to comply to a Christian religion of the white man, to forget their mother tongue and their culture…only to return to their homes as young adults having lost their identities totally.  They could not even communicate now their families.  They were confused as to who they were and feeling they could not fit in anywhere.  How can one heal from this?

Imagine you are taken away from your mom at an age where you cannot grasp certain concepts developmentally at the mere age of 4 or 5, punished if you speak to your sibling in your mother tongue and told over and over how ONLY the white man’s language, religion and ways are the right way. What an oxymoron…the right way is to oppress, abuse physically and emotionally? Let us not forget the sexual abuse as well…yes, the white man felt entitled to rob these people of their own rights in the guise of “it’s for their own good.” That sounds like the parent who hits his child and says, “It’s for your own good.”

This is but a small example of our country, our government who robbed our First Nations People of their entitlements…land, culture, language

Related Articles:

A History of Residential Schools in Canada

The Residential School System

 

This prompt of Entitlement also reminded me of the students protesting last summer 2012.

They walked the streets

for months and months

insist they couldn’t eat.

they said the fees

were way too high

refusing to comply.

they walked the streets

for months and months

banging their pots and pans.

they said they had a right

to demonstrate and march

still making their demands.

they walked the streets

for months and months

banging their pots and pans.

they stopped the students

at any time from going

to their classes.

and then they’d band

anyone from entering

so they could make demands.

they walked the streets

for months and months

banging their pots and pans.

They even blocked

Jacques Cartier Bridge

and said it was their right.

they made a lot of messes

without regard for classes.

self-righteous, they continued

to fight for what they claimed.

they walked the streets

for months and months

banging their pots and pans.

A week or two was fine

I even thought that cool

that youths would get involved,

to be part of a change.

But reasoning was not

to be part of their plan.

simply, me myself and I

the only game they had in mind.

Entitlement

was what they claimed

their only actual aim

for this important game.

They said it was their right.

and these were youths

who one day might

eventually run our state!

now that I’d really hate!

 

 

People gather at the start of a protest to mark the 100th day of a students strike, in Montreal, Tuesday, May 22, 2012. (Ryan Remiorz/THE CANADIAN PRESS/Ryan Remiorz/THE CANADIAN PRESS)

Photograph courtesy of The Globe and Mail

© Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, originally written October 19, 2013

 

Related articles:

Quebec Students study in entitlement

Massive Montreal rally marks 100 days of student protests

What if the sky were multicoloured?

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October 7, 2013

Mile End, Montréal, Métro Laurier

Guess what?

I saw a miracle

an outright real spectacle!

It rained all day

and on my way

from work today

I saw a friggin  miracle!

Redundant as that is

bear with me please.

An hour before sunset

of course we couldn’t set

eyes on that much

with clouds hiding the sun,

it rained and rained

and suddenly

appeared …

A…..

Rainbow in all its arc-like glory

and then believe it or not, sorry,

but it was just so darn spectacular

a second rainbow set beside

in blissful harmony

for minutes really not too long

for moments later amongst the throng

of onlookers near me

they vanished suddenly

but oh, so blissfully

I relish that memory

and won’t forget that sight

as I recall all this tonight.

P.S. the skies were still more pink

than other colours, so what d’ya think?

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© Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, originally written and shot on October 7, 2013

What if skies were pink?

What would you think

if skies had hues

of shades of pink?

…and hues of gold
and grey that wink.

I just might miss

those shades of blue

Lest not forget

drops of honey too!

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Those lovely summer sunsets

that exhibit mottled sets

of different shades and lovely hues

some greys that take the place of blues.

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I’m still in love with blue

you see, I tend to sway

with tints of  day

my eyes display

shades  grey and blue

just like the skies that bid adieu.

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Oh!

that must be why

I stay up late

to see the sky

turn into night.

What would you think?

What would you think
if skies had hues
of shades of pink?

…and hues of gold
and grey that wink.

I just might miss
those shades of blue
lest not forget
drops of honey too!

Those lovely summer sunsets
 that exhibit mottled sets
of different shades and lovely hues
some greys that take the place of blues.

And as the sun bids it’s farewell
we see the blues come back to life
and marry pink to make its wife
with just a hint of Honeywell.

I’m still in love with blue
you see, I tend to sway
with tints of day
my eyes display
shades grey and blue
just like the skies that bid adieu.

Oh!
 that must be why
I stay up late
to see the sky
turn into night.

© Cheryl-Lynn Roberts,  originally written and shot on October 7, 2013

She had pink hair

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On my way to work today
I listened to the music play
gazing here, admiring there,
reflecting shades from trees
sky looked aquamarine.
Got to parc Alphonse Lépine
saw a girl seated on a bench
so tranquil, calm and serene
admiring nature and listenin’
to music she had on her mp-3.
Hair beholdin’ deep pink hues
looked like it been dipped in fruits
like Pomegranate or raspberry,
looked funky, cool and trendy.
Unusual, yes, but her calm nature
pulled it off quite, nearly elegant!
seemed tall and slim of stature
when I got closer, she grinned.
I asked her if I could take
a photo of her, which just might
inspire me to write.

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Her eyes widened, impressed,
flattered , she sat up straight
so she could properly partake
“click” the snapshot did take.
That sure made my day
I really have to say
I walked to work with a goofy smile
I had not really felt
like this in quite a while.
People who are kind and considerate
to a perfect stranger like me in a park,
warm my heart that the city didn’t rob
their genuine kindness away,
or harden them in any way.
Being a small town gal like me
I thrive on human kindness, Don’t you?
This now, restores my faith in humanity.

© Cheryl-Lynn Roberts,  originally written October 2, 2013

Photo credits: Cheryl-Lynn Roberts, 2013 – Parc Alphonse Télésphore-Lepine, Montreal, Qc.,

Time flies away

park muse

It seems like yesterday

‘twas only Sunday

and here we are

already Wednesday

Time flies away!

And such summery

glorious balmy days!

if only it could pass

slower and relaxed

I’d sit in the park

with pen in hand

and let my muse

soak up the land.

Such beauty

takes my breath away!

It seems like yesterday

‘twas only Sunday

and here we are

already Wednesday

time just flew away!

©Cheryl-Lynn Roberts,  originally written October 2, 2013

Photo credit: Cheryl-Lynn Roberts 2013

Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves
that flock the trees
parks are mixed
with season’s pics.

Oh dear I’ll soon be late
but this just, cannot wait
Click click,  the yellow leaves
Change is here, I do believe.
I look above, the firmament hue
which forms a splindid backdrop
provides an artist his canvas – blue
Mother nature smiles at her milieu.

Autumn leaves
that flock the trees
parks are mixed
with season`s pics.

 

© Cheryl-Lynn Roberts,  originally written September 26, 2013

Photo credits: Cheryl-Lynn Roberts 2013