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World Poetry Celebrates 13, year old Swarit Srivastava!


Ariadne’s Notes:  The World Poetry Cafe radio show and the website is honoured to welcome  Swarit Srivastavawith his deep, strong poem that he wrote for his mother for Mother’s Day. It was read on May 28 on the World Poetry Cafe radio show.  We have special permission to post his photo and poem from his mother and Swarit Srivastava.

Link: http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-caf%C3%A9-9

Recently several young poets that had come on the show years before and are now young adults have contacted me about coming back again. One such young adult will be joining us on June 11 to be aired on the 18th. Here is her link from the site: https://worldpoetry.ca/?p=7979


Swarit Srivastava (USA). He wrote this poem for me on Mother’s Day. He’s a seventh-grader and his favorite past time is playing chess. He’s also received many awards for his poetry such as the first place in the reflections contest and the top ten in the Creative Communications contest. 


Timeless Love

Once upon a time

New eyes gazed on the world

Shining with the  promise of life

And the fear of change

Roaring emotions became a tidal wave

Rising and consuming all other thought

Days had gone by until reality stuck like a stone-

And shaking hands found each other as they faced life yet to come

A fire had started

Burning bright with determination

 And strong with excitement

Yet time flowed like a river

Threatening to extinguish everything

Yet it breathed

Night fell but the mind remained  awake

Playing out the dreams of a new world and the nightmare of a broken heart

And change marched on with the rise of the sun

And the emptiness of the stomach

Life changed as care intensified

And doubt grew like a weed

It took root in the mind

And refused to leave

So this grand unknown was researched

With a desperate mind trying to find solace in the fact

And then it happened

The first sign of a new life that was soon to come

A hit that changed it all

Doubt remained, yes

But the shears of hope had cut all but the deepest wounds

Passing months felt like years

As a tough yet beautiful time continued

The mind craved distractions that were fulfilled in heartbeats

All while the fire of courage burned along the flow of time

And the day of longing arrived

A time which led to a familiar place

Yet an unfamiliar one at the same time

Pain followed

A horrible pain that lasted for hours

Until the time came

As the task which most will never perform occurred

And the eyes of a newborn looked into its mother’s with the same promise of life

And the fear of change

That she had once felt

All doubt washed away

And a timeless love was born.

-Swarit Srivastava

  • Bio and permission for the photo and poem from his mother Rachana and Swarit Srivastava.


World Poetry Celebrates WP Director Oswald Okaitei!

Ariadne.s Notes: The World Poetry Cafe CFRO 100.5 FM with hosts Ariadne Sawyer and Victor Swartzman proudly presents Oswald Okaitei,

 First Book launch for  Aabha Rosy Vatsa from India with her new book: The Gift of Life, Kindle. 

Stories by Sharon Rowe and Victor Shwartzman.

On now on the World Poetry Cafe Radio Show featured e-poet: Oswald Okaitei and World Poetry Director! 

Listen to the show!  http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-caf%C3%A9-92


(For the Frontline Workers)

And for cyclic seasons

—Now and ever—

We shall pronounce your names

And write you down in the pages of history:

We shall tell

The come afters of your bravery

And altruism—which you

Offered to save a life from the venom of this pandemic;

We shall speak of

How you chose to carry the cross of thorns

For men: bleeding to death

That life should not fall at the feet of an army of viruses;

And, we shall tell of

How you saw devouring flames roaring at you

And yet, never chose

To choose your lives over the lives of the many.

Yes, today is night

But for your unceasing strives, the sun

Shall find its way

Up in the sky again for a new day

And then we

Shall come back to life again, renewed;

And shall hug again,

And kiss again, and shake hands again…

But till then,

Savers of life, the war is still on

So be safe & be sure

To return home after this long scary night!

All rights reserved. (C)

Oswald Okaitei © 2020

Oswald Okaitei is a multi-award-winning young Ghanaian poet, spoken word artiste, and a playwright. He is currently a World Poetry Director in Ghana and has eight poetry collections to his credit. As one of the promising fresh breaths to poetry spoken word, he has shared performing platforms with poetry /spoken word legends as Prof. Atukwei Okai, Prof. Kofi Anyidoho, Muta Baruka, Rocky Dawuni, among others. Oswald represented Ghana at the 2016 Storymoja Festival in Kenya and Babishai Poetry Festival in Uganda. In 2016, he has judged the Pan-African Poet/Spoken word artiste in Ghana. This poem comes at the time when the whole world has come together as one people in a common fight against one.

We are so proud of him!  He is a shining light in the world.

World Poetry Celebrates Chris Belcourt!


Ariadne’s Notes:  The World Poetry Cafe radio show, CFRO 100.5 FM on Feb. 13 at 1:10 pm PST was honoured to welcome the talented poet Chris Belcourt. He told us about his journey and the importance of new coping skills, his passion for healing and for justice. Chris seems to have a wonderful ability to give others support and encouragement. He also stressed the importance of having a strong support system when things get difficult.


A talented poet With A Passion for healing and fire for justice! lived through drug addiction and homelessness at 16 to tell his story on the radio!


aids became a potential crisis at sixteen, drugged himself by anger and bitterness until he became cold at nineteen. 

friendships fell through the cracks in the floor 

and his emptiness became his conscious 

for weeks he drudged  up the energy and for months resented his entity later on having lost himself completely

foundations for change set in motion turbulence of positive vibration

metamorphosis and maturation

beckoned the boy who lost his innocence

now he lives sunrise to sunset,

knowing he’s responsible for what’s left,

he lives precariously, forever wandering a 

path he saw as abysmal and bleak.

Chris Belcourt (C) All rights reserved by the author.