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Origami Microchap
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Selected Poems |
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Acceptance
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Cover photo
by Jan Keough
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DREAMLANDSilent sound calls to the valleys, to the mountains, to
the fountains that quench my thirst. The vibration
touches my body and soul, a journey,
to the earth’s center, un-earth’s, who I am.
The silent voice, I listen, elevates the human
existence, connecting all, time, space, sound, light,
a balanced attunes the higher realms of creation,
dissolving discord and cacophony, with a path to song
and dance. The music grounds, reflects, resounds,
reverberates, echoes the artist within.
Lilting to the sway... Sail away... Sail away. Sailing
higher and higher to the clouds, into the silver lining.
Anchors away. Awake and aware,
brings a new dream, brings a new day,
brings a new stream of consciousness.•
Louise Giguere © 2011
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Growth From Attitudes
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FORTY YEARS BETWEEN, TWO TEENS
1968: I cry
A young man lived in the ghetto, projects or slums.
No help at home or school. He was called dumb.
He quit school; looked for work; no job. He was numb.
He shoplifted, and dabbled in graffiti. Finally he borrowed
a car and went joy riding. He returned it though, voluntarily.
He was called a loser and a bum. He was arrested for
car theft. Brought to court. His sentence offered choices:
a jail term or enlist in the army. He chose honorably;
went to the frontlines in Viet Nam and fought.
He came home in a body bag, body parts sought?
He was killed in action before his life had begun.
He was intelligent, and creative.
He was socially and economically challenged.
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2008: I cry
A young man lives in the suburbs, a small city or town.
He lives with his parents, and their finances sound.
He works in a volunteer position. He is provided
transportation. He looks forward to marriage and children.
When he is legally grown, he will choose an honorable act.
He will sign a living will, for body parts bought?
He will be proud and fulfilled, with his singular choice.
I’ve been told. He is a living testimony. He is an ambassador
of good will. His vulnerabilities, protected and managed.
He is mentally and physically challenged. I can see and hear,
loud and clear, a harsh reality, my reasoning bold.
My truth behold His life expectancy is nil.
I cry for heroes both.
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Louise Giguere © 2009
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ALCOVE |
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THE FAN |
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Fish Story Trolled
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 Cover from web |
One fish, two fish; red fish, blue fish;
Counting in rhyme; counting in line;
Many cods in holding tanks from all ages,
Who counts? The trolling Dr. Seuss.
Schools of fishing lines, rod ‘n reel read instead
Cultivated, sheltered shoals of higher breeding
Scales and sails for off shore formal feeding,
Open fleet of minds in maritime meant
Three coins in the fountains
In the reflecting ponds of golden wishes;
Aquarium of rainbow lights;
The art of inter-active fish in-sight
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In lieu of dining delicacies delicious;
Swimming in butter and lemon juice;
Seasonal market-priced seafood dishes
Open-channeled cache, in deep seas .blue
One fish, two fish; red fish, blue fish
Counting in rhyme, counting in time
In addition, guppies and scrod, out of pen ;
Flash cards of thanks, to the trolling Dr. Seuss.
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Louise Giguere © 2009
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Louise Giguere - a poet who described herself with these words: "creative expression addresses the beauty in the imagination, in the mind's eye to maintain a positive connection, the tools on which the wholeness of communication, the applied and performing arts from holistic health joining body, mind and spirit." From Coventry, RI, she studied at RIC and had lived in Arctic Bay, Nunavit.-Update: We sadly learned that Louise passed away Friday, September 1, 2017 at the Woonsocket Health and Rehabilitation Center, Woonsocket. Her obituary mentions that she was an 'avid and enthusiastic writer' - we can certainly attest to that description! Louise A. Guere March 06, 1945 - September 01, 2017Please take time to read her work presented below.•Louise's microchaps and selected poems are below. Click on the title of the micro to open a downloadable, single-page PDF.