Inkwell Writer's Group
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- NAME: INKWELL
The Inkwell Writers’ Group was founded in Autumn of 1994 by a group of writers in Oakville.The group has evolved and developed over the years. It has organized public readings, workshops, contests and anthologies. Throughout its history the Inkwell has striven to meet the needs of its members and help them in creative endeavors. The Inkwell meets at 7 pm on the second and last Thursday of each month at Timothy’s coffee shop on the corner of Lakeshore and Reynolds in downtown Oakville. For more information contact: Geri 905-842-3416 (email@example.com) Executive Committee: Shawn Dickey (President) Geraldine Haniff Derik Hawley
MONDAY, APRIL 18, 2005
The Receiver?Have you ever dreamed
Good fortunes at the door?
New house, or boat, or car, or time
To laze while others do the chores.
Reality comes with the cold, clear
Light of morning.
Material wealth has lost its flavor,
Could never fill an empty dawning.
Desire to please comes from the heart
To do our part,
Empathy returned twofold to glorify
Memories are a strange entity
It can paint the smile of a rainbow on my face.
But it can also stab my heart
like the deadly thrust of a dagger.
I always remember when my daughter was born
It was moment when all the problems in my life became trivial.
This miracle was all that mattered.
She had her mother's eyes and ears and my nose.
For a stork brought us a baby from heaven to be our angel.
And i always remember the death soaked shores of Juno beach.
Where scores of human beings cried out in agony
as they bled to death in my arms.
But my heart will not perish as the solider who died before his time.
For I choose the path paved with pink blossoms
as I slowly walk away from the road covered with sharp thorns.
GEORGEGeorge enjoys offering
Really generous energy
Wherever any job can be done by one alone;
There is a George in every group
Regardless how big or small.
Every other individual
Says let George do it
But there is a limit to George's endurance.
One day comes the assurance
When he begins to recall
Seemingly I am doing it all
So I will leave silently
And let the next George take his fall.
We wonder how Georgina is doing......
by Camille Theriault
Fear, daunting and empowering,
Expectations, real and perceived,
Outcomes, predictable and unexpected,
Attitudes, hindering and enabling,
Critiques, degrading and uplifting,
Self-awareness, embarrassment and pride,
Choices, acceptance and effort,
Colors, dark and light,
Which will you choose for your life,
And which will you allow in it.
George Arnold Nov. 2003
Invaded the soul
Knowledge thirst soul surrendered
A soul without fresh words
Is like an army blind or without food
Can't defend a foot
Will surender without a fight
No matter what the generals shout
Is damn cool.
Morteza Abdolalian( Mori)
Oakville- spring 2005
Adventures in an Armchair
I climb the highest mountains
I paint rainbows in the sky
I circle the sun because I know how to fly
I've sat on the moon and danced with stars
I lived with the animals and I've even visited Mars.
I searched the oceans and the seas
I nest with birds high in the trees
Oh! Pen and paper, friend of mine
I must give you a rest
For Tomorrow is another day
to wonder what comes next.
by Sarah Jean Casey
A PASS ON PAST 'HI' FASHION
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE SACK?
A SIXTIES FAD WHICH GOT OFF RACK!
THOSE DRESSES SAME IN FRONT AND BACK!
SEXLESS SEAMED TO BE EACH DAME
FIGURES LOST TO GUESSING GAME
THE TALL,THE SHORT,THE ROUND,THE CUBED
LIVED SHAPELESS LIVES WITHIN A TUBE.
TWAS A RELIEF TO SEE A TUCK OR TWO
BUT THE BELT PASSE-WOULD NEVER DO
DESIGNERS CREED"SEW UP THE SIDES
A STITCH IN TIME WILL HIDE YUR HIDE!
NOW POKE OUT HEAD THROUGH HOLE IN SACK"
A TURTLE TOUCH-DON'T BRING IT BACK'
by louise sheppard mulhern April
There were two familiar people
One was very cheerful
The other somewhat tired
The first a constant party goer
The other a better person hired
got a lot more attention than the
busy voice that was skilfully ignored
A little humour could pass but
one was questioned and answered much more
by Rob van Walsum - February, 2005