Poet, Audrey Austin

Poet, Audrey Austin
This site is to honour my mother, poet, Eva Ruby Austin.

Friday, February 28, 2014

WINTER BLUEPRINT - a poem by Patricia A. McGoldrick



red maple shadows

stretch out on snow-covered yard

architect’s design


© 2014 Patricia A. McGoldrick

2014 BIO:

Patricia McGoldrick is a Kitchener, ON, writer. In her poems, stories and essays, she is inspired by the everyday. Patricia is a member of The Ontario Poetry Society and the League of Canadian Poets. Recently, published in the annual collaborative poem, I Hear the Wind Waiting, at leafpress.ca. Follow her on Twitter: @pamcgoldrick. Stop by her blogs at http://pm27.wordpress.com and http://pmpoetwriter.blogspot.ca/ 

Tears From Heaven - a poem by Rima N. Jaber

Tears from Heaven..

The door to my world is opening,
Angels are there waiting,

The password to my world is Love,...
The secret is still hidden above,

The fountain of destiny is flowing,
To the shores of love leading,

The valley of hearts is calling,
For me to go running,

Love is on this side of reality,
Love is on all sides once inside of me,

Tears from Heaven crying on Earth,
For the love which has never been returned,

The holy energy trying to heal,
Those stoned hearts who never feel,

God’s eyes are restless,
Looking for pure people hopeless,

Sending angels for the rescue,
Offering helping hand to people like me and you,

The door to Heaven is a blind faith,
Close your eyes and see God’s real face,

We were born to bring with us to Earth,
A piece of God to make our living worth,

But Tears from Heaven crying on Earth,
For the love which has never been returned.

Love you all
Always Love, Light, Joy,
Peace & Blessings to All of us

Rima N. Jaber
© February 28, 2014
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In The Hands of God -- a poem by Rima N. Jaber

We're nothing
but musical instruments
in the hands of God,

He plays his tunes in us
and it's up to us
how to perform them,
negatively, positively,
beautifully or badly..

Friday, February 21, 2014

From Man's Land To Unknown Land - a poem by Pramila Khadon

From Man's Land
To Unknown Land.

I still remember the words
'Ma,do not cry,...
This parachute will take you somewhere.'
The young pilot's voice kept ringing in my ears,
As I glided down,
Leaving the pilot and the plane
Whose engine had failed.

A wave of sadness engulfed me.
Taking every ounce of courage I had,
I breathed deeply,leaving my fate
In the hands of the parachute.

With painful memories flapping
Like invisible wings around me,
I thought if I fell in the freezing waves,
How would I keep my head
From the watery grave.
I knew not swimming,not even floating.
I felt like Titanic,
The ship of dreams sinking
To the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

After an avalanche of tragedies and trauma,
With a cold wind
Rustling through my bones,
I landed in an unknown land.
Like Gulliver,I set myself out
To see,to hear,to feel and to touch.

The harmonies of light and sound
Acted as a catalytic spark
to warm up my shrivelled heart.

I saw men and women,
Radiating charming personalities,
Children blossoming with love,
Animals of all kind moving fearlessly
With very little wants and wishes.
The whales were diving and surfacing
With a certain grace,
A feeling of triumph.
All were looking so relaxed and poised.

they all came to me,
The men,the women,the children
And the animals as well
With food and flowers.
They spoke among themselves
A language strange to my ears
And yet,so close to my heart.
I felt like a visiting dignitary.

Thanking them,I walked further in light steps.
The fragrance of sandalwood filled the air.
Lovers were kissing passionately
Behind the bushes of Anthurium
While the roses and the Gerberras blushed.
The jasmins and the doves cooed
And the orchids,shy,glowed in mirth.

In this land,there were no rapist,
Pedophiles,murderers,war criminals,
Violent drug cartels,despots,
Demon worshiping child killers,
Terrorists and traitors,
Making people lead a disjointed,disintegrated
And dilematic life.

Their only waterfront was service,
Compassion,love and duty.There was no social indicator
Like income per capita,health,
Democracy,economic competitiveness,
Or environmental consciousness.

All were orchestrated to perfection
By a pool of sages,who served
And lived for the moment.
There was no buying or selling
Or any barter system
For everything belonged to everyone.
The granary was always full for one and all,
Irrespective of caste,colour or creed.

I walked towards the shore
Where the waves were mild
And the sea a plain.
Children in plum-coloured brocade
were sitting cross-legged
Indian-style on the sand
Chanting verses of Buddhist wisdom
And a few women and men
So knowledgeable about classicalmusic
Accompanied them lovingly.

I instinctively sat down.
After a while,
I felt two warm hands on my shoulders
And a voice gently said,'Pramila.'

Pramila Khadun.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

"Your Kind of Poem" -- a poem by Dr. Koshy A.V.

Your kind of poem

I was dressed in army fatigues
camouflaged with stupid crazy leafy twigs on my helmet
sprouting like some god's chicken wings
or from my cap, we both now forget which -
You came from across the border of my dreams
We walked through the minefield
of war, of no expectations, no questions, holds barred
Only demands and the screams of barbed wire
of bodies shot up, hanging loose or dead
rain drops of blood on limbs displayed in pieces
spattering the nothing of war like a glass windshield
widows and orphans crying
It was the minefield of our sleep
I tried but you were only interested in
the ceaseless chatter of images
My words in the air
faded like the night
that spread out in all directions
till in desparation
I took you on the field
like an enemy soldier's plunder
spoil for me to keep
and finally you admitted
there was poetry in me too
if only in my almost violent strong-arm man's clasp

(c) Dr Koshy A.V.

Assistant Professor

Department of English

Faculty of Arts

Academic College for Girls

Jazan University

Saudi Arabia


MY DAUGHTER ... a poem by Audrey Austin

I gaze upon your shining hair
A golden halo, beauty fair
And though I know your body sleeps
I speak to you, my daughter.
Your ears have closed to earthly cry
A symphony sweeps you through the sky
Where all is tranquil, not a care
My angel, please be happy there.
My love to you my daughter.

ENOUGH - a short verse by Audrey Austin

If I could but extend my hand
Into the darkest depths of night
Entwine my fingers 'round a star
Present to you this dazzling sight
It would not be enough
If I could gather all the jewels
Precious ribbons for your hair
Ruby, silver, gold, and pearl
Pick them up and place them there
It would not be enough.

Friday, February 7, 2014

When The Day Comes -- by Marlon de Souza

When the day comes          

When the day comes
Let the night be gone
For the day is here
For you to be reborn.

When the night calls
Go into its light
For deep within the night
You will learn what is right.

When the time has come to go
Seek not to turn around
For the way is straight ahead
Not in the past to be found.

When you go then on your way
Let it thus of you be said
Was the one who found herself
Was the one who found himself.

© 2014 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.