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Poetry Week welcomes Beverley A. Hoyles

Beverley Hoyles CVR and spine

Across the bridge

beat of my heart
like rock n roll band
plummet to acute silent
moment in time
before the scream
a split second
multiple scenarios
the mind have crossed,
penalty weight heavy
tempo and meter
dark in my head
do I dare demand
it’s been a long time coming
cannot go gently,
walking across
tears stream down
know first hand
the loud cries
of anguish
truth and substance
haunting deja vu beckon
you hear but not listening
my pleas unheard
secrets disguised
I pound my chest
agony of soul
of futility
devoured by darkness,
travel twisted veins
bleed vestige of hope
jagged rock of defeat
grounding grinding growls
earth bowls of rumble
forever lost,
it’s mad absurd
my wails of why
I yearn for freedom
how can you pretend
scum of sum prevailed
captive between
shiver and shook
the loss of light and focus
your audacious laughter
vibrate my soul
twisted loathsome
desolation fill
mock my
shred of hope
dungeon of horror
terror feel
inevitable defeat
yield or not
don’t make a sound
no longer coming
but here
is there a
glimmer of care
in this stare
only one word

My Friend

my friend indeed
upon her pretty face
a mysterious smile
it’s real and true agreed
dark countenance cover
with many veils and tales compile
i see past your smile
affection for you remains forever,

past the facade
of potential flaws
i’m here for you
just because
to face the changes
true to God’s best for you,

though miles apart
i send my smiles
love and hugs
with heart
and stand applause,

friend i will strengthen
you with prayers
for God to keep you strong
bless you with love
encourage you with hope,

yes you may
hide among
the tallest of these
you do not grasp
dear friend, you
stand out amid the rest
with grace,

you are the rare and delicate
surprise diversity of life
and light
resident in the forest deep
with gentile petite stride
steps out
a secret to unfold


Lake of Feeling

Somewhere beyond
now and then
here and there
between sleep and wake
lies a river
entrance to a lake
where all
feelings reside,

on secret
glistening light beams
into a magical lake
an array of

at first glance
a magical place
sandy beaches
in crescent bay
lofty mountains
iridescent light,

closer inspection
fakes, mistakes, discoveries
reveal tragedy,
a castaway on the
grains of sands
of abrasion
mixture of heaviness
bitterness and yearning
anger, guilt and suspicion,
envelope, capture into
depths, a darkest prison,
Beneath skies lurk
demons of despair
shadows of once was,
stark aloneness
empty of life,

each deposit
in the mix
a stench
reflux of the soul
nightmares emerge
like the after affects
of a dark magical potion

surely the lake
of feelings
has good,
I remember good,
once upon a time,

swim the dangerous
infested waters, my god
why have you forsaken me?

finally the solution
examine, embrace, accept
and cast the unacceptable
picking up the pieces of lies
refined by fire of truth
all bitterness destroyed,
surrender to reveal
pure gold of
feelings cast
its beautiful bow
to uncover once concealed
love, hope, comfort
and peace
‘it is not my fauth’
separation of memory
and healing
at last!

This is dedicated to friends who have suffered abuse and its secondary effects…here’s to you and your continued healing.

gown so sheik and sheer
sleek with splendor
move so smooth with sway
syncopation and symmetry
viewers delight
in all her array,

the aged dancer
it’s envy i fear
my ankles are weak
unraptured feet
crumpled defeat
strength has disappeared
not as lithe
don’t have form,

but in the heart
it’s fred astaire
how amazing
to choose to respond
not react
to the tragedy
varied disappointment
underlay of apathy
take the abysmal
to profound
change the world
take away injustice
a crippled heart astound
soothe a frightened child
comprehend the bad and good
that’s what happens
when you dance
from a youthful heart,

in the heat of day
smells and sounds
like the discovery of
peppermint, eucalyptus
and camphor
to revitalize its magic
to the agonized weary soul
memories unblock
where shadows weep
freed to unlock
rhythm and tales
of the past
change the austere
to radiate poise contrast,

how others see
at first sight
when they see the stance
inside the frame
of frustration and pain
wails of anguish have danced
battered and bruised
senseless days of panic
nightmares claim
secret chamber
now unlocked
not foreboding
prepared for love
can you hear the music
in my heart.


??????????????????????????Beverley is the recently published author of “Feet First” – Steps to Survival, Forgiveness & Triumph. “Feet First” is the autobiographical story of a woman [Beverley] whose future was adversely impacted by her formative years.

Beverley is a wife, mother and grandmother; born and spent most of her life in Newfoundland and Labrador; now living in Stratford, Ontario, Canada.

She admits to the bumps (and washed out bridges) on the road of her true life journey where she worked the hardest for God and others; entertained her greatest fears and doubts while confronting, tackling and battling her addiction to guilt and shame, all amidst a pastoral ministry. A survivor of child abuse, she continues to campaign for the advocacy of putting a stop to all forms of abuse. Her desire is to be a vessel of honor for God who wishes to speak for those who can’t speak about their traumatic pasts.

Connect with Beverley on her Feet First book site, Facebook, Feet First Facebook page, blog, Twitter, and LinkedIn.

Feet First is available as paperback or ebook, via Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Chapters Indigo, or Essence Publishing.


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