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IT MATTERS NOT
DUST AND RUST
(Less then the ink it was written With)
WHAT IS RICHES
WAR MACHINES
PERSONAL THOUGHTS
THE UNWISDOM OF A NATION
WELFARE HELP
THE WAR DOGS
THE THOUGHT OF WISDOM
WHAT IS WEALTH
TO RULE BY ARROGANCE
THE CHOOSING OF A LEADER
THE END OF HUNGER
2 YEAR PERIOD 45 DOCTORS
LIFE OF A BUREAUCRAT
EDUCATION
POTENTIAL
THE MIND ACCEPTANCE
THE SPOILING OF A CHILD
SOBER SOLUTION TO A DRUNKEN PROBLEM
LETTER TO MY MENTORS
TO MY MENTORS
SELF INDULGENT
BETWEEN THE SOLDIERS AND THE BOOMERS
DISABILITY BOARD EDMONTON
PRIDE IS NOT THE ANSWER
DISTURBING OF THE DEAD
SCHOOL UNIFORMS
THE TAKING OVER THE UNITED WAY
TO BE UP LIFTED
THE LOSS OF $100,000,000.00
TELL YOU MY STORY
CATTLE RANCH AT THE HORN
FIRE IN YELLOWKNIFE
SPRING HUNT
THE STRUGGLE
THE UNEMPLOYMENT
CHRISTMAS EVE 2000
GET BACK WHERE WE BELONG
THE CATTLE DRIVE
THE COST OF PRIDE
POEM WANDERINGS
AFGHANISTAN VERSUS UN
DO IT DO NOT WHINE
TRYING FOR A GOVERNMENT GRAND OR LOAN
UNITE WITH US
SILENCE
THE HUMAN AFFAIR
SPRING HAS COME
FISHING IN GREAT SLAVE LAKE
MIND PLAY
THE CHILD’S BIRTHDAY
TO SET THE PACE
TO MAKE A CHANGE IN ONE LIFE
GET EDUCATED
EQUALITY
GIVE US ANSWERS
TO SLEEP OR NOT TO SLEEP
SEARCHING FOR GOD
MIND CHALLENGE
WHAT IS SIN
FULFILLMENT OF GREED
TO LIE IS COURT JUSTICE
NOT EDUCATION
TO FORGIVE
THERE IS A NEED TO REPROGRAM BUREAUCRATS
THE REMOVAL OF RCMP SERVICES
ANOTHER OVER SIGHT BY RCMP
THE MARK THEY LEFT WAS HATE
THE GOVERNMENT ABSTRACT
THE TURNING POINT
IT BECOMES THEIR RIGHTS
LAYING OFF OF A BUREAUCRAT
THE DESTRUCTION OF A NATION FOR THE SAVING OF A PENNY
BILL 1, THE HUMAN RIGHTS ACT
TO THE FAMILY COURTS (Case # F-05016933)
THE MEETING OF SOCIAL SERVICES
THE EVIL SEEDS
PEOPLE OF THE STREET
WHERE ARE YOUR VALUES
LET’S BE FAIR
RIVER OF POLITICS
CITY HALL HAY RIVER - FLY WISDOM
LOOK AT OURSELVES
HOUSE OF CANADA
MOVING ON
TO THINK
RULE BY THE ELDERS
THE FLY TALE
CHALLENGE
THE COMING OF THE WHITES
WHO RULES WHO
TO CONVEY A THOUGHT
THE WAKENING OF FIRE AND ME
TO WALK IN SILENCE
RETURN IT TO NATURE
LOVE FOR LIFE
TRANQUILITY
TO GIVE US A CHOICE
FOR WHAT WE CALL MONEY
ONE DAY IN THE MISSION SCHOOL
I AM A POET
THE PRAYER
THE BEGINNING OF THE END
WANDERING IN THE MIND
TIME LOST
THE TIME HAS COME
OPEN HEARTS
I AM TIRED
POLLUTION
IN THE BEGINNING
BROKEN TRUST
ON THE MOVE
IT’S LIKE THAT
THANKS FOR THE GIVING
SINGLE CELL
RELIGION
LONER
ASK FOR HELP
WALK TO MILLS LAKE
WHITEFISH IN HORN RIVER
TAKE A BREAK
BROKEN POWER
KNOWING IT NOTHING
WHERE DID THEY COME FROM
THE PLANET CHANGE
TIME FOR THE YOUNG TO GO TO WORK
MEDICARE CANADA’S WAY
THE HUNTER
WORKFORCE
BOY FROM THE CHILDREN’S AID
CABIN AT DOG FACE LAKE
HEALTH AND WELFARE CANADA
YOU CAN THINK WHAT YOU WANT
THE WORKING MAN
YOU PEOPLE DO NOT KNOW ME
HATE WAR
THE OUTCOME
ARROGANCE
GREED
THE HIKE OUT OF TOWN
HOUSING IN HAY RIVER
LAWYER’S AND COURT’S
YOU CALL THIS POETRY
TRIP TO THE ARCTIC
UNKNOWN OR I FORGOT
LET’S USE SOME COMMON SENSE
SOMEBODY HAS GOT TO DO IT
I WANT TO EXPLAIN
HOPE FOR THE NEW YEAR
JUSTICE REPORT
THE FIRST RUN OF THE SEASON
TIME OUT
HUNGER
YOU HAVE WAITED TO LONG
SLEEPING OUT
YOU THINK YOU’RE A BUSHMAN
THE WAKENING OF A SMALL TOWN
CANADA’S WAY
TO BE A MAN
I HAVE LIVED MY LIFE
HELP TO THOSE THAT NEED IT
FALL STORM
THE OVERFLOW
TRUE VALUE
A DEGREE OF PRIDE
THE CHILD LABOUR
MY PASSING
IF AND BUT
TOO HIGH YOUR PROFITS
ARE WE TO LATE FOR OUR OWN FATE
THE ANGEL’S CAME
THE WALK ON ICE
WHAT VALUE
THE QUEENS VISIT TO FORT PROVIDENCE
THE SMOKE
THEY WILL GET YOU
IT IS A CHILD’S WORLD
THE BREAKING OF THE MACKENZIE
THE MISSION SCHOOL
GOVERNMENT RULES
LOST DAYS
THE MEANING OF LIFE
BLAME MY BROTHER
WHERE DO WE STAND
A POLITICAL MISTAKE
LET'S GET THAT MONEY MOVING
THE RACE
THE GOVERNMENT RUNAROUND
TO KEEP IT SIMPLE
LIFE IN THE CUL-DE-SAC
THE NUMBER OF ONE
DO NOT COUNT US OUT
THINKING
WHICH LIFE DO WE PAY IN
THE VALUE OF MY WORK
TALK TO ME
OLD AGE
THE NEED GOES ON
THE SHARING OF THE WEALTH
CONTAIN YOUR THINKING
THE COLD
THEY FIGHT AGAIN
WHAT IS POLITICS
THE PLAYING OF WORDS
THE WEEPING OF A CHILD
THE THREAD OF LIFE
STORYTELLER
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Poetry of Arctic and Life Experiences

Poetry of Arctic and Life Experiences

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As a child, I could not understand why the children got punished because their parents were going through hard times. It was the child that got the blame for the wrongs of the adult. The child was put into homes that needed workers to help on the farms and they were placed their by the Children's Aid. The family was split up so there was no one to play with and in the end the games were played in the ones own mind. My poem, "I Walk Alone" reflects on my pains as a child experiencing difficult times in foster homes and being separated from my family.

When I grew older, to confirm to myself that I had become a man and that I could live on my own, I joined the Canadian Armed Forces. I suppose at the same time, I was looking for friendship. But to tell you the truth, I have never been able to experience a lifetime friendship. I have kept in touch with one army friend, but you could not call it close friends as he did not extend the same willingness to carry on our friendship. This isolation shows up in many of my poems, such as "To Walk in Memories".

The abuse caused by the welfare is one of my most heart felt poems as when I retired. The hard time they gave me in trying to get financial assistance for me and my grandchild was a paltry $116/month. This financial difficulty cumulated with the frustration of not been able to work for a living, gave me the anger inside that inspired me to write poetry for this book.I am not a story writer. I did it in poetry because it seems easier for me to express my thoughts in short writings. There are several poems that relate to the challenges I faced with welfare, "Welfare Pay Day" is one such poem.

Religion is another hard subject for me as it creates a lot of contradictions both in reading it and listening to someone preaching it."Blame It on My Brother" and "What is Sin?" are two poems that express my thoughts on the ambiguity of religion.

In our society we have courts and corruption of courts; they call this law? In "Rule by Elders", I write:"One word in law becomes a book, and in the end the meaning mistook." The drunkenness of judges and lawyers up here was pretty bad. They have tried to clean some of it up but what of the lives they ruined when the were drunk in the court rooms themselves? There is no law when you say to the First Nations that you are under apartheid, which the Indian Act is, but we call it equality. The Indian Act is one law that we cannot have in our society. We cannot have equality when the laws are different for different groups of people. They say it is because of the government. But to my mind, that is even worse as they are the ones that are supposed to make society equal.

I have done many years hunting and trapping up here in the Arctic. We had wide open trap lines but you respected the other person's line. If another trapper was on a certain line first, you made your line some place else. Most of us just got enough fur to support our families. It was the white-man that thought himself one step higher and in the end destroyed the life in the bush for both himself and the natives. I have several poems on my life in the bush, for example, "The Hunter".
As a child, I could not understand why the children got punished because their parents were going through hard times. It was the child that got the blame for the wrongs of the adult. The child was put into homes that needed workers to help on the farms and they were placed their by the Children's Aid. The family was split up so there was no one to play with and in the end the games were played in the ones own mind. My poem, "I Walk Alone" reflects on my pains as a child experiencing difficult times in foster homes and being separated from my family.

When I grew older, to confirm to myself that I had become a man and that I could live on my own, I joined the Canadian Armed Forces. I suppose at the same time, I was looking for friendship. But to tell you the truth, I have never been able to experience a lifetime friendship. I have kept in touch with one army friend, but you could not call it close friends as he did not extend the same willingness to carry on our friendship. This isolation shows up in many of my poems, such as "To Walk in Memories".

The abuse caused by the welfare is one of my most heart felt poems as when I retired. The hard time they gave me in trying to get financial assistance for me and my grandchild was a paltry $116/month. This financial difficulty cumulated with the frustration of not been able to work for a living, gave me the anger inside that inspired me to write poetry for this book.I am not a story writer. I did it in poetry because it seems easier for me to express my thoughts in short writings. There are several poems that relate to the challenges I faced with welfare, "Welfare Pay Day" is one such poem.

Religion is another hard subject for me as it creates a lot of contradictions both in reading it and listening to someone preaching it."Blame It on My Brother" and "What is Sin?" are two poems that express my thoughts on the ambiguity of religion.

In our society we have courts and corruption of courts; they call this law? In "Rule by Elders", I write:"One word in law becomes a book, and in the end the meaning mistook." The drunkenness of judges and lawyers up here was pretty bad. They have tried to clean some of it up but what of the lives they ruined when the were drunk in the court rooms themselves? There is no law when you say to the First Nations that you are under apartheid, which the Indian Act is, but we call it equality. The Indian Act is one law that we cannot have in our society. We cannot have equality when the laws are different for different groups of people. They say it is because of the government. But to my mind, that is even worse as they are the ones that are supposed to make society equal.

I have done many years hunting and trapping up here in the Arctic. We had wide open trap lines but you respected the other person's line. If another trapper was on a certain line first, you made your line some place else. Most of us just got enough fur to support our families. It was the white-man that thought himself one step higher and in the end destroyed the life in the bush for both himself and the natives. I have several poems on my life in the bush, for example, "The Hunter".

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