Community Corner
We were privileged to have had The Lenny Graff band come to play and collaborate with us this August. Zia shared his original poem while the band improvised in the background.
It was a perfect work of ART! Enjoy Zia's poetry.
Coffee by Zia L
Coffee Energizes me.
But the cost of Coffee is increasingly expensive.
Once upon a time it was 4.99
Now it’s 25 dollars for a can
25 On a good day.
On a good day. (exasperated)
But a good day needs coffee.
So I get instant.
Cheaper.
Convenient.
The coffee snob I was once would shake his head.
But coffee is coffee.
Put on another pot!
meet anwar
Hello, my name is Anwar I am a Poet
I write and compose my own articles and poems
I am 40 years old and have been writing poetry for 25 years.
I enjoy basketball and play basketball well.
I am Somalian from Somalia. I have 8 siblings and have lived most of my life in Toronto West.
Anwar's Poetry Palace
You're Cool Just Like School - by Rohan
You're as cool
As a school
Which ends in a June
When the moon
Doesn't rise so high
Up in the sky
Which is as cool
As many schools
And also students
Who don't say they couldn't
And or wouldn't
Be as cool
As many schools
Because most students
Are already cool
Because they're still in school
Yeah!
2 word Prompt
A spill the t exercise where you take two words and write.
Want to give it a try?
Sunday Dinner
Autumn Glow
Day One
Harvest Moon
Blind Date
Sick Day
Press Release
Empty Basket
Brave Choices
Old Photograph
Broken Clock
Open Book
Open Book
My life is not an open book. Not because I am keeping secrets. It is “closed” due to closed head injury memory issues.
One way to open the door is to look through old photographs that my beloved mother diligently collected and labeled prior to er passing.
I not only review them to see if they trigger memory recollection but to write the story behind them.
After all, the old adage is true – a picture is worth a thousand words.
- by Michelle K
I'm a little poppy crying out
Finding out what life is about
The scent of the earth, the dirt below.
The sweet scent of loved ones where I lie now.
Blood and wounds death and sorrow.
I don't see these souls but those of heroes.
-Shayna wrote this in her early 20's based on the poem In Flanders Fields.
This is your space to share thoughts, ideas, writing.
Please enjoy some Ode to Flowers written by the Spill the T program. Please send in your own "Ode to a Flower."
U r my inspiration to BE alive and STAY alive;
my desire to live one more year, every year;
Just like you, I can feel the need for warm weather to flourish;
Sunlight and water, just like you, brings colour and bloom in my family’s garden;
And just like you, I go dormant in the winter; returning every spring to produce new ideas and attract new people;
Prateek M
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Dear Beautiful flower, I admire you. The way the colours co-exist with each other in a peaceful way is inspiring. Like me, You are the not biggest or smallest but your impact is ginormous. Usually there is a good side and bad side, but you have a great and greater side. Continue to shine and find unity as you grow to be what you’re a meant to be! Empower
Growth
_Daijuan (staff at St. Georges)
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