Made possible because of Eve Celine Leduc 02/2015

It is all about Eve and the original sin.

A choice was given her in Eden

Two trees one for eternal life

The other for knowledge: Good and Evil.

Eve knew she was mortal

She chose wisely knowledge.

She was curious, challenged authority.

Disobeying and curiosity are not sins.

Where would we be if Miriam obeyed?

If Pharaoh’s daughter obeyed.  No Moses.

Harriet Tubman the Black Moses

She too disobeyed, she too saved lives

Because of the Underground Railroad.

She knew good and evil because of Eve.

Sojourner Truth preached about women.

A former slave an abolitionist.

She knew firsthand the evils of slavery.

She knew the good of freedom.

She ministered by preaching the Bible

Wrote “Ain’t I a woman”

Thank you Eve, you ate the fruit. 

Rosa Park disobeyed as she sat.

Jailed she was for her disobedience.

Sparked a movement to abolish Crowe.

Men listened to her and followed her.

As Abraham was told by the Lord.

Listen to your wife Sarah.

Sarah and Rosa disobeyed man not the Lord.

Eve was curious, she disobeyed

She had free will did not obey blindly

Be it man or snake … she wanted to know

Make up her mind, on her own.

She wanted knowledge and wisdom.

Learning by trial and error gives wisdom.

So she could pass it on to her children. 

Islam BEHEADED

Islam BEHEADED  by Celine Leduc November 2014 

Collectively we are made to think so, why?

The media tells us so, as they focus on IS

The Islamic State is at war first with Islam

Then Christianity and Judaism. 

IS at war with God or Allah and His peace!

Out of al-Qaida they came enraged.

They use Allah’s name for justice

Believers they say: fight injustice

They use the name of Allah in vain

Because the IS leaders are vain.

The leaders have lost their heads

They are at war with the infidels

They consider to be animals

They go and slaughter humans

Get notoriety as they behead

The first victim is the kidnapped one

The one slaughtered, beheaded

His government refused to pay

The blood money demanded.

His head cut off --- his blood spilt!

The second victim is all of us

Our pain manifest in anger/outrage

We are enraged at such inhumanity

At such barbaric acts that defies God

IS defiles the name of God/Allah.

Muslims who live in peace suffer

They are sandwiched by prejudice

The actions of IS and the media focus

Let us not lose our head to anger

Let us unite and remain at PEACE.

WHY,BLAME THE JEWS?

This poem is dedicated to all those who lost their life because of prejudice or preconceived ideas.

WHY, BLAME THE JEWS? Celine Leduc

It is fashionable to: “Blame the Jews”

For the ills of the world

For that that goes wrong in this world.

To use them as scapegoats

The goat that replaced Isaac

It is unfashionable to be thankful.

Blame the Jews for giving us monotheism

For giving us the Bible or Torah or the Law

Christians should blame them for Jesus

He was a Jew, was he not?

The new sacrificial Lamb

His blood was to redeem us for the original sin.

So much blood was spilt in the name of…

So many died went to heaven or to hell

Yet, their life was hell on earth

Because they were Jewish they died.

Because everyone “Blamed the Jews”

November 2014 

I and the other How "I" I perceive myself and how the "Other" responds

Taking a run

Confusing issues is my sport.

Comment out of sort

Unable to justify

Like a coward I run…

Run fearing truth

Run from truth.

Run, run, run

In a circle of lies

One Man’s Terrorist is another Man’s Freedom Fighter  Celine Leduc November 18 2014

I scream loud and clear I am a feminist

I tell everyone I am a pacifist

I am totally politically correct

Even when facts are incorrect

I am neutral … I am perfect

Yet, I am biased --- imperfect

As I go by my father’s words:

One man’s terrorist is another man’s Freedom fighter.

A feminist is not a follower of father. 

A feminist questions and finds facts. 

A feminist and woman know terrorist or fighter fight

Not for rights but to be right.

I am a Shiksa!

I am a Shiksa!

I know what you think of me!

You do not say it but think it.

I know all about you.

I know what you value.

I know many like you

You are one of them….

You look at me with wandering eyes

Shifty eyes that reveals who you are.

Never thought you were a Shiksa

I thought you were my friend

Makes me wonder what you think of me!

Do you know, friends I value

Racist I abhor! Go for a run never come back!

all rights reserved November 18 2014

REMEMBRANCE DAY!

Remembrance Day! By Celine Leduc November 11, 2014

He enlists in the Army to Navy

He is a pilot or a foot soldier.

He is there for his country

To defend and protect his land

From a modern day Cain! 

Cain attacks wants to expand

He is not his brother’s keeper

He is the keeper of a war ideology.

His leaders fabricate an enemy.

All they want is the booty.

Attacked able young men enlist

To defend his land: His country!

All the while knowing the end

The earth will drink the blood

Of the fallen or of the wounded.

The Earth does not discern

Does not choose a side

She does not have borders

She is one and whole

Children of the earth must be whole.

War divides, maims and destroys.

War hurts the body

War destroys the soul

War is hell for all!

Remember Earth was Eden!

Ms Know-it-all and Ms by Celine Leduc

Ms. Know it all

She claims to know everything

Her reference and mantra is:

“I am therefore I know”

The old philosophical adage is:

“I think therefore I am!”

Ms. Know-it-all does not think!

She is no lover of Sofia

The epiphany of wisdom!

MS

A Ms. is amiss

Because, she fights men

Only to become man like

Follows in his footsteps

To gain respect

As he vies the booty.  

A Miss is bliss

She is a woman

The woe of man

Or she woos man

Hence she is a hit.

THE BOMBS HAVE STOPPED IS THERE PEACE!

THE BOMBS HAVE STOPPED IS THERE PEACE!  by Celine Leduc 

The bombs have stopped.  Politicians have negotiated a cease fire but have done nothing for a lasting peace.  The nightly sky is quiet the moon shines bright and the northern star can be seen by the nightly travelers.  Silence reigns no more sirens, no more rockets no more bombs to disturb my sleep.  I cannot sleep my body cannot rest as it expects the sirens to go off, or the rocket or bombs to drop and explode.  Finally, sleep comes one eye open, one ear listening to hear those sirens or bombs. A month goes by and finally I can sleep. Something falls, I jump out of bed fearing the worst, as I go to investigate, I realize it is not a bomb but something fell on the floor.  Shaking I go back to bed but I cannot sleep.  My mind is not at peace. Life goes on tomorrow today we will rebuild our homes, our cities our infrastructure.  Men go and rebuild, earn money rebuild our lives. Women help and support the men and care for children. No time to think about events the bombs have stopped but peace has not come.     

Months turn into years and still peace has not come.  Events have been shoved under the carpet, feelings have been ignored, and at times anger sets in. Why am I so jittery?  Why this anger? I did not always feel that way, what happened to me.  I scream instead of speaking gently. I curse my neighbor because he is not like me.  Many years ago our families were friends, our children would play with each other.  We worked and celebrate our holidays.  We were family! Why is it no longer so?   I want my children to know the joy that once reigned in our village.  What to do?  Knock on my neighbor’s door, a request “can we talk?”  “Yes!” We sit, talk about the past, talk about the war and the bombs, the war neither of us wanted.  Emotions run high, pain surfaces, as we remember our dead.  As we talk about those who died, we wonder together did he kill my brother, sister, mother, father, child, family or friend?  Neither of us can answer that question, we will never know. The reality is that they died because of a bomb, a missile, and or a bullet. We sit looking at each other and realize we have choices to make.  Can we rebuild our former friendship or do we remain enemies.  

Men and women sit and talk, about the war and justice!  No one can pinpoint what started the bombing. Justice was used we want justice, yet it became just ice as hearts froze and blindness set in. The blindness that prevents us from seeing the whole picture. We were blinded by our anger, our pain that became hate.  No one remembers the spark that grew into the fires of hell, the war.  All we know is the after effects, the death toll, and the casualties of war.  It does not matter who lost more people, what matters is that lives were lost.  People were maimed, lost an eye, a leg an arm or a hand.  We could no longer look in each other’s eye fearing to see pain and/or guilt. We could no longer walk to our friend’s house yet we could limp. No longer were we able to extend our hand in friendship as a piece of shrapnel blew it away. We talked about the devastating consequences of war the loss of life, of limbs, but more importantly the loss of trust and broken friendships.  

We open our hearts and our minds, promise one another to work on our friendship. Talk openly about the hell that war is to our children and grandchildren.  We will take responsibility for our actions and make our politicians honest and responsible.  Instead of justice we talk about fairness and equality to be negotiated with words and concrete actions.  We talked, we yelled, we screamed our pain and anger, we sat we talked, we listened and we heard each’s others pain.  We empathized and refused to sympathize as neither of us was a victim per say but we were survivors of a war.  We sit, drink and eat together a little bit wiser because we fed our spirit, our mind and our body with words and finally we can feel peace in our heart.  We are at peace with ourself and the other. The bombs have stopped and we found our way to peaceful coexistence one person at a time, one family at a time one village at a time.