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World Poetry Celebrates Hélène Levasseur !

“Hélène Levasseur once an Elementary School Teacher in Ontario became a Trade
and Consumer Show Sales and Marketing Specialist doing exhibitions at the Vancouver Trade
and Convention Centre and the B.C. Place Stadium in Vancouver.

In 1989 Helene experienced a tragedy while golfing which disabled her, causing her to experience
trauma for 27 years. Through rehabilitation, she now enters 2017 hoping to experience triumph.

Hélène however in her time of seclusion recorded a cd in 1999 entitled “Catch the Fever” and founded the Holy Wow Poets in 2009. Recitals occur at 7:00 pm on the 1st Tuesday of every month at the Act Theatre in Maple Ridge. Her poetry club is alive and well and still in fruition.

Unable to return to work she remained active composing music, and keeping a poetic journal. She became a lyricist and a quirky rhyming poetic story telling queen.

For decades Hélène kept a journal with an el grandeur rhyming technique. In 2017 she has launched her “Marie Noelle’s Medley” poetry book that she has prepared for family and friends and now you dear poets…

She also created the Holy Wow Poets Anthology in 2013 and has been published in the Festival of Lights yearly poetry booklets and the Royal City Poets Anthology (Silver Bow Publishing). Hélène was an Award Winner in the Maple Ridge Earth Day Poetry Contest.

She participated in past Honouring our Vets anthologies and others. Hélène is called “Cheers and Chuckles” as this how she is. She is delighted to share her love for her Creator and thanks Him for His Healings galore and all her family and friends and acquaintances that have spruced her up as she recovered and rehabilitated for over a quarter of a century! It’s been a long haul.

Many thanks indeed to all of you who help Hélène Levasseur to move forth with vim and vigour in the years to come. ” : http://holywowpoetry.com/160-not-bad-for-a-ten-year-old/?utm_campaign=shareaholic&utm_medium=email_this&utm_source=email

World Poetry Celebrates the Talented Carla Evans from Canada!

Ariadne’s notes: We were so pleased to welcome Carla Evans, a talented poet and new World Poetry member to the World Poetry Café Radio Show on April 28th, (CFRO 100.5 FM) Due to so many needing to come into the show or call in, I have chosen to feature each of the three guests individually. CLICK HERE to listen to the radio show !

Our radio team: Ariadne Sawyer, Host and producer, Neall Ryon, co-host and sound engineer, Victor Schwartzman

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Carla Evans has been writing in a variety of genres most of her life, mainly for enjoyment. She is a retired Elementary School teacher, librarian and counsellor, having had a variety of jobs before those years. Carla has written two educational books in the nineties, entitled, “Developing with PhotoWorks; Fun, Fantasy, Thoughtfulness, Future”, and “PhotoLinks: the Picture Connection”, both published by Lugus Productions, Ltd. Recently, her poem, “People Streams” was published in India, in an Anthology entitled, “XX1 Century World Literature” by IICA Inter Continental. Some of her poems have also been published in RCLAS e-zine, in the last two years. Carla has a large, active family that keeps her happily busy and writing when not housekeeping, gardening, reading, walking, visiting friends, and sometimes traveling.

River Walks.

One sunny day when

News of world looked

worse than simply grim

A lovely mother smiled at me

along the river walk

She asked about the meaning

of a large mysterious art

“What really is that?” Shy, she asked

But soon tears welled within

“I am so scared!”, she told me then

“You see, I’m from Iraq

The t.v.news so worries me

though I’ve been here quite long

My son, well, he is ten right now

I worry so for him”

Her English was quite fine just then

“But I’m so scared of danger now!

Will this scare ever end?”

“I hope so and expect it will”

I soothed this mother kind

Yet deep inside my wishes were

To tell her more, in time

We chatted and exchanged first names

She’d finished art school once

I let her know some art group names

She added them to phone

We thought for sure we’d meet again

Small note still holds her name

I taped it on my desk at home

And noticed calls within

That echoed waves of river tides

Where seeds of purpose stirred

We parted from the river shore

And hoped we’d meet again

Then once again Fear spoke to me

I’d seen the young man once

Along the walk, we’d said hello,

Then there he was again

He’d run behind my steadfast walk

And stopped me just to chat

I listened well, felt strong his fear

He said it still takes time:

He can’t believe that in our town

there’s nothing quite so great

Back home in place, Afghanistan

he’d felt strange numbing fear

He’d worked inside an office then

but windows made him cringe

Yet here, no worry for the worst

No guns, nor hollers, threats from guards

Or fear of unknown prison charge

For nothing ever clear, but fear

Back home were flowers in the Spring

and beauteous seasons too

They could no longer be enjoyed

He loved what grew here true

“And all I have to do here now,”

He said in disbelief

“Is work real hard, not break the law

And I’m okay, no fear. So free”

“That’s right”, I said, “do be content

and live your life with joy

Creating lasting peace on earth

needs happen soon for all

So keep your friendly ways and learn

Work well with freedom vow

I’ll come again, but not sure when

I hope to see you then”

We walked together to the spot

where flowers white bloomed bright

Pronounced each other’s names a while

But since, I’ve missed his friendly smile

I’ve not seen him again

Along the river, near our town

The worries of the young

Have left a mark upon my soul

And tied me closer to heart’s goal

To walk along more rivers far

Use words to open hearts

Climb hills, take steps

Join working hands

Till peace replaces fear

And people all, live free

Carla Evans (C) April 29, 2016

World Poetry Celebrates Bernice Lever from Canada!

Ariadne’s Notes; The World Poetry Café with host and producer, Ariadne Sawyer and co-host Neall Ryon with super tech Victor, were honoured to welcome the award winning poet and author, Bernice Lever to the show on December 10th, at 1PM Pacific Standard Time on CFRO 105.FM .A fascinating show with e-questions, poems , insights on peace, Poetic News and more! CLICK HERE to listen to the show! Music by Enrico Renz and Ablaye . First gift peace poem by Wida Tausif, one of 800 divided up between four poets for the World Poetry Canada International upcoming Exhibit at UBC.

Bernice Lever, born 1936 in Smithers, BC, was a founding editor of WAVES, literary magazine, York U., from 1972-1987 and has published nine poetry books, (Red Letter Day, Black Moss, 2014), a teaching CD: The Colour of Words. She’s active in Canadian Authors, League of Canadian Poets, Federation of BC Writers, etc. She reads poems, (some prize winners), across Canada, USA and abroad. She has won five Lifetime Achievement awards as well as the Allan Sangster Award. Also she was named #1 Comedy Writer at Whistler Writers Festival , Comedy Quickies” event, October 15, 2015.

Writer-in-Residence for CAA – Vancouver, she edits book manuscripts. Retired from Seneca College, Toronto, she gives workshops across Canada Bernice gets ‘high’ on words. www.colourofwords.com

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World Poetry Celebrates Hélène Levasseur !

“Hélène Levasseur once an Elementary School Teacher in Ontario became a Trade
and Consumer Show Sales and Marketing Specialist doing exhibitions at the Vancouver Trade
and Convention Centre and the B.C. Place Stadium in Vancouver.

In 1989 Helene experienced a tragedy while golfing which disabled her, causing her to experience
trauma for 27 years. Through rehabilitation, she now enters 2017 hoping to experience triumph.

Hélène however in her time of seclusion recorded a cd in 1999 entitled “Catch the Fever” and founded the Holy Wow Poets in 2009. Recitals occur at 7:00 pm on the 1st Tuesday of every month at the Act Theatre in Maple Ridge. Her poetry club is alive and well and still in fruition.

Unable to return to work she remained active composing music, and keeping a poetic journal. She became a lyricist and a quirky rhyming poetic story telling queen.

For decades Hélène kept a journal with an el grandeur rhyming technique. In 2017 she has launched her “Marie Noelle’s Medley” poetry book that she has prepared for family and friends and now you dear poets…

She also created the Holy Wow Poets Anthology in 2013 and has been published in the Festival of Lights yearly poetry booklets and the Royal City Poets Anthology (Silver Bow Publishing). Hélène was an Award Winner in the Maple Ridge Earth Day Poetry Contest.

Many thanks indeed to all of you who help Hélène Levasseur to move forth with vim and vigour in the years to come. ” : http://holywowpoetry.com/160-not-bad-for-a-ten-year-old/?utm_campaign=shareaholic&utm_medium=email_this&utm_source=email

World Poetry Celebrates Bernice Lever from Canada!

Writer-in-Residence for CAA – Vancouver, she edits book manuscripts. Retired from Seneca College, Toronto, she gives workshops across Canada Bernice gets ‘high’ on words. www.colourofwords.com

PEACE Seedlings

Each PEACE poem is a dry speck until spring rains,

then an acceptance flows, then a shell cracks,

until one root begins to stretch and multiply —

Each Peace public statement gains

from open positive nourishment,

from added fertilizer praises,

so roots flourish more and more —

Each Peace rally adds sun warmth

to coax this first stem to burst up,

to sprout tiny, green leaves,

to subdivide again and again —

Each Peace song that sings,

each Peace music performance,

again and again until many voices

caress lush buds on muti plants —

Each PEACE prayer, one recites

in private or in parliament,

encourages and supports blossoms

of all colours to bloom,

causing scents of PEACE

to inoculate the world,

encircle the globe.

Bernice Lever ©

“Hélène Levasseur once an Elementary School Teacher in Ontario became a Trade and Consumer Show Sales and Marketing Specialist doing exhibitions at the Vancouver Trade and Convention Centre and the B.C. Place Stadium in Vancouver.

In 1989 Helene experienced a tragedy while golfing which disabled her, causing her to experience trauma for 27 years. Through rehabilitation, she now enters 2017 hoping to experience triumph.

Hélène however in her time of seclusion recorded a cd in 1999 entitled “Catch the Fever” and founded the Holy Wow Poets in 2009. Recitals occur at 7:00 pm on the 1st Tuesday of every month at the Act Theatre in Maple Ridge. Her poetry club is alive and well and still in fruition.

Unable to return to work she remained active composing music, and keeping a poetic journal. She became a lyricist and a quirky rhyming poetic story telling queen.

For decades Hélène kept a journal with an el grandeur rhyming technique. In 2017 she has launched her “Marie Noelle’s Medley” poetry book that she has prepared for family and friends and now you dear poets…

She also created the Holy Wow Poets Anthology in 2013 and has been published in the Festival of Lights yearly poetry booklets and the Royal City Poets Anthology (Silver Bow Publishing). Hélène was an Award Winner in the Maple Ridge Earth Day Poetry Contest.

Many thanks indeed to all of you who help Hélène Levasseur to move forth with vim and vigour in the years to come. ” : http://holywowpoetry.com/160-not-bad-for-a-ten-year-old/?utm_campaign=shareaholic&utm_medium=email_this&utm_source=email

Our radio team: Ariadne Sawyer, Host and producer, Neall Ryon, co-host and sound engineer, Victor Schwartzman

River Walks.

One sunny day when

News of world looked

worse than simply grim

A lovely mother smiled at me

along the river walk

She asked about the meaning

of a large mysterious art

“What really is that?” Shy, she asked

But soon tears welled within

“I am so scared!”, she told me then

“You see, I’m from Iraq

The t.v.news so worries me

though I’ve been here quite long

My son, well, he is ten right now

I worry so for him”

Her English was quite fine just then

“But I’m so scared of danger now!

Will this scare ever end?”

“I hope so and expect it will”

I soothed this mother kind

Yet deep inside my wishes were

To tell her more, in time

We chatted and exchanged first names

She’d finished art school once

I let her know some art group names

She added them to phone

We thought for sure we’d meet again

Small note still holds her name

I taped it on my desk at home

And noticed calls within

That echoed waves of river tides

Where seeds of purpose stirred

We parted from the river shore

And hoped we’d meet again

Then once again Fear spoke to me

I’d seen the young man once

Along the walk, we’d said hello,

Then there he was again

He’d run behind my steadfast walk

And stopped me just to chat

I listened well, felt strong his fear

He said it still takes time:

He can’t believe that in our town

there’s nothing quite so great

Back home in place, Afghanistan

he’d felt strange numbing fear

He’d worked inside an office then

but windows made him cringe

Yet here, no worry for the worst

No guns, nor hollers, threats from guards

Or fear of unknown prison charge

For nothing ever clear, but fear

Back home were flowers in the Spring

and beauteous seasons too

They could no longer be enjoyed

He loved what grew here true

“And all I have to do here now,”

He said in disbelief

“Is work real hard, not break the law

And I’m okay, no fear. So free”

“That’s right”, I said, “do be content

and live your life with joy

Creating lasting peace on earth

needs happen soon for all

So keep your friendly ways and learn

Work well with freedom vow

I’ll come again, but not sure when

I hope to see you then”

We walked together to the spot

where flowers white bloomed bright

Pronounced each other’s names a while

“Hélène Levasseur once an Elementary School Teacher in Ontario became a Trade
and Consumer Show Sales and Marketing Specialist doing exhibitions at the Vancouver Trade
and Convention Centre and the B.C. Place Stadium in Vancouver.

In 1989 Helene experienced a tragedy while golfing which disabled her, causing her to experience
trauma for 27 years. Through rehabilitation, she now enters 2017 hoping to experience triumph.