Category Archives: T.Odessa Kane Books

The Children Wonder Why

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The Children Wonder Why

Under a dirty moonless sky, the children wonder why, no-one hears them cry.

On the pavements on every street, the children underneath our feet, wonder why they have needs we will not meet.

On the swings on every park, the children cold and stark, wonder why they are left hungry in the dark.

In a bed dressed as a bride, the children who cannot hide, wonder if tonight they will survive.

On a boat that’s name is “Hope”, the children plied with drugs to dope, wonder why they are bound in slavery’s rope.

Underneath the baking sun, the children maimed so they can’t run, wonder why they have been taught to shoot a gun.

In schools throughout the land, the children who cannot understand, wonder why these lessons have been planned.

In the bucket labelled foetus, the children’s souls cry out to Jesus, wonder why life it could not greet us.

Under a tide of ecstasy, the children invisible to see, wonder why they are defiled endlessly.

Inside the mind of All The Good, the children wish they understood, wonder why waters not as thick as blood.

In a world with such potential, the children seen as non essential, wonder why they are deemed experiential.

In the books that man will write, the children for whom they did not fight, wonder why we think we got it right.

Under a cloudless, loveless sky, the children wonder why, we let all that’s Good Just Die.

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 12th September 2013 ©.

WGIE

This poem is taken from the book ‘When God Isn’t Enough’ 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane and Published by Rowanvale Books 2016.

The book is available to download FREE as an E-Book or to purchase as a Paperback.

Please go to Author website for more details http://www.todessakane.org

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs and my poetry. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

All my daily blogs are automatically posted on Linkedin, Twitter and Facebook and are sent by email, direct to all those that subscribe to anotherdaysomeday2013.com via WordPress. If you would like to receive my daily blog posts please see contact page for more details, Thank You and God bless you Tracey Odessa Kane 🙂

Pretty Little Butterfly

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Pretty Little Butterfly

Tragic little butterfly,

Who stole from you your wings?

Who grounded you forever more?

Took away the freedom that flight brings?

Lonely little butterfly

Who banished you from home?

Who decided loveless violence

Would be all that you’d be shown?

Silly little butterfly,

Who told you to ever seek the good?

Who told you to cling to hope?

She who told you to have faith,

Had misunderstood

That life is not for little butterflies,

With wings embossed with beauty.

It’s not for pretty little creatures

Who seek only to do their duty.

It’s most definitely not for little butterflies

Who want to spread their wings,

Who dream of having a wonderful adventure

Full of magic and mystery, amongst other things.

It’s not for pretty little butterflies

Who long to run their race,

Who have to learn the hard way

That for them in life there is no place.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 10th June 2015 ©

new release

This poem is taken from the book ‘Left Handed Poetry from a Right Handed Poet’ 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane and Published by Rowanvale Books 2015.

The book is available to purchase as an E-Book or as a Paperback.

Please go to Author website for more details http://www.todessakane.org

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs and my poetry. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

All my daily blogs are automatically posted on Linkedin, Twitter and Facebook and are sent by email, direct to all those that subscribe to anotherdaysomeday2013.com via WordPress. If you would like to receive my daily blog posts please see contact page for more details, Thank You and God bless you Tracey Odessa Kane 🙂

More Than Just April’s Fool…

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More Than Just April’s Fool…

When the miracle of life ceases to amaze you,

When you no longer see the stars,

When strangers make you want to scream,

And all you see when you look at your life are scars.

When laughter makes you cringe,

When sunshine drives you mad,

When love to you is but a kiss of death,

When you believe that kindness is sad.

When giving makes you angry,

When justice and liberty make you sick,

When forgiveness to you is but a crutch for fools,

When the joy of life is like a daily kick.

When beauty to you looks like a muddy puddle,

When grace sends you running for the hills,

When empathy it does repulse you,

When fun to you means popping pills.

When courage makes you shiver,

When faith makes your skin crawl,

When truth you’d sell for lies,

When you love to trip folk, make them fall.

When the ocean leaves you wanting,

When the present just makes you want to die,

When possibility to you is but a joke,

When you laugh at those who dare to try.

Then yours is but a sorry tale

Full of fear and lessons cruel,

Full of the kind of thoughts and actions

That make you, more than just April’s fool.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 31 March 2013 ©.

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This poem is taken from the book ‘My Writes’ 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane and Published by Rowanvale Books 2016.

The book is available to purchase an E-Book or as a Paperback.

Please go to Author website for more details http://www.todessakane.org

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs and my poetry. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

All my daily blogs are automatically posted on Linkedin, Twitter and Facebook and are sent by email, direct to all those that subscribe to anotherdaysomeday2013.com via WordPress. If you would like to receive my daily blog posts please see contact page for more details, Thank You and God bless you Tracey Odessa Kane 🙂

As We Breathe, So May We Live?

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As We Breathe, So May We Live?

 

When love runs out of road,

And hope runs out of time,

And peace runs out of reason,

And faith runs out in one divine,

I cannot help but wonder,

What really brought us here?

What tales did we listen to?

What truly caused our fears?

I cannot help but ask these questions

In my desire to seek, to find a clue,

In my longing to try and understand

Exactly who is fooling who.

For our lives are but a moment

And our story’s but a page,

And to waste it, fail to pen it,

Is really anything but sage.

Just to discard life, to destroy it

Seems like the path that we did choose,

Yet in our foolish contemplations

We suppose it’s merely our neighbours who only lose.

We don’t imagine for a minute

That it is us who miss out too,

When we live boxed up in comfort,

When we fail to do what we can do.

We don’t believe there’s rhyme or reason

To why we should even bother, care;

We don’t seek equality, freedom, justice,

We don’t see the need to love, to share.

We don’t worry about our children watching

The true example that we set —

Indeed we see it as a victory,

Like our aims, objectives have been met.

We pat ourselves upon our backs,

We shake our own hands and smile with glee,

Professing that they’re a chip off of the old block,

The me I never dared — I failed — to be.

We don’t pause to stop acknowledge,

That we should have given them so much more,

That we could have truly changed the world,

Lead by example, given love the floor.

And now the depth of cost that lingers

Like a millstone around our necks,

Bleeding us dry of sense and sensibility,

Obliterating our lives, like repeated train wrecks.

Till in the end we submissively give up,

Purely alive waiting only to die,

Filled with guilt, remorse and shame,

Living without once giving, life a try.

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 13 September 2015 ©.

wgie where to buy

This poem is taken from the book ‘When God Isn’t Enough’ 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane and Published by Rowanvale Books 2016.

The book is available to download FREE as an E-Book or to purchase as a Paperback.

Please go to Author website for more details http://www.todessakane.org

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs and my poetry. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

All my daily blogs are automatically posted on Linkedin, Twitter and Facebook and are sent by email, direct to all those that subscribe to anotherdaysomeday2013.com via WordPress. If you would like to receive my daily blog posts please see contact page for more details, Thank You and God bless you Tracey Odessa Kane 🙂

Up To the Surface

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Up To the Surface

And the truth shall rise up to the surface

And bless us again with its grace,

And capture our hearts so completely

That unconditional love will take place.

 

And the road to the light shall we tread on

And our feet never more will be worn,

And the blisters and bruising and bleeding

Will like dark fade away with the dawn.

 

And the joy we have banished from inside us

And the pain we have suffered so long,

And the cruel winter in cold desperation

Shall at last be replaced by spring’s song.

 

And the journey up hill, towards the furnace

And the swim across the poisonous sea,

And the perilous stint in the desert

Can now be made clear so at last we can see.

 

That the way to our glorious future

Is not the one that is littered with gold,

It’s the one full of hope, understanding

And having faith in what we have and we hold.

 

 Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 3rd January 1996©.

Taken from the book ‘Touch Somebody Love Somebody’ written by Tracey Odessa Kane.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs and my poetry. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

All my daily blogs are automatically posted on Linkedin, Twitter and Facebook and are sent by email, direct to all those that subscribe to anotherdaysomeday2013.com via WordPress. If you would like to receive my daily blog posts please see contact page for more details, Thank You and God bless you Tracey Odessa Kane 🙂

 

No Fear!

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No Fear!

I will not chase the stars away

For fear of growing young,

I will not pack away my joy

For fear of getting strong.

I will not bid the sun farewell

For fear of getting warm,

I will not shun time’s passing moments

For fear of each new morn.

I will not withdraw my love for life

For fear of getting hurt,

I will not empty myself of graciousness

For fear of scoundrels who throw dirt.

I will not turn and walk away

For fear of standing on my own,

I will not raise my fist, strike out in pain

For fear no solace will be shown.

I will not cease entertaining angels

For fear of taking on their scent,

I will not turn my back on justice

For fear it will cost me more than what I give up for lent.

I will not paint over life’s rainbows

For fear of promises not being kept,

I will not cling onto a mere legend

For fear the real truth cannot be met.

I will not scorn others colour, creed

For fear that it’s different from my own,

I will not sell of all my dreams

For fear of dreaming them alone.

I will not turn away a stranger

For fear of sharing the little that I possess,

I will not cease to show compassion

For fear it does not heal, redress.

I will not justify my own-self

For fear of your lies ringing true,

I will not cuss the gift, today

For fear of not fitting in with you.

I will not give up on life’s true beauty

For fear of dancing in the rain,

I will not give up on grace and wonder

For fear of hatred, fear pain.

I will not seek out creams and potions

For fear of getting old,

I will not hold onto my shoes

For fear of my own feet getting cold.

I will not laugh in the face of purpose

For fear of my God given call,

I will not wilfully hurt another

For fear of them having it all.

I will not mock another’s journey

For fear that their grass is greener than mine,

I will not turn my back on duty

For fear I’ll step onto a mine.

I will not drink myself into a stupor

For fear of the truth so plain to see,

I will not sell my soul to Satan

For fear that Christ’s love does not come free.

I will not live in darkness

For fear of living in the light,

I will not just stay silent

For fear of fighting the good fight.

I will not fear the road before me

For fear of what I’m sure to find,

I will not live without my heart

For fear it will seek to rule my mind.

I will not chase the stars away

I will not bid the sun farewell,

I will not believe it is impossible

For my life’s story to turn out well…

I will not give up on good, on miracles

I will not lack in courage, I’ll hold God’s word dear,

I will not live my life without His passion

I will be strong and have No Fear!

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 5 February 2014©.

my writes

This poem is taken from the book ‘My Writes’ 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane and Published by Rowanvale Books 2015.

The book is available to purchase as an E-Book or as a Paperback.

Please go to Author website for more details http://www.todessakane.org

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs and my poetry. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

All my daily blogs are automatically posted on Linkedin, Twitter and Facebook and are sent by email, direct to all those that subscribe to anotherdaysomeday2013.com via WordPress. If you would like to receive my daily blog posts please see contact page for more details, Thank You and God bless you Tracey Odessa Kane 🙂

Another Day Someday…

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Another Day Someday…

 

I’ve always wanted to reach, aspire

To birth the dreams inside my soul,

To live my life as was intended,

Taking risks, losing control.

I’ve always wanted to unearth, discover,

To travel to lands both near and far,

To taste, to hear, to see,

To follow my heart, to follow my star.

And so…

I cannot wait till Monday

To start my quest, make memories new.

You see, Tuesday was not the best time —

I had way too much to do!

I guess Wednesday was ok

But I’d already made other plans.

Oh, and Thursday was out of the question —

It’s full of deadlines and demands…

Hang on…

Friday would be my best day —

But what a week it’s been!

And Saturday I’ve planned to go shopping —

I just need a change of scene…

Don’t even mention Sunday —

That day’s exempt on Holy grounds!

I think I’d better stick to Monday

But not next Monday — that’s out of bounds…

I’ve always longed for Another Day Someday

To have my time over again.

I’ve always wanted to boldly go,

To have the courage to catch that train…

And so…


 Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 18 January 2013 ©.

Title poem taken from the book ‘Another Day Someday’ written by Tracey Odessa Kane.

New Release Coming Soon Published by Rowanvale Books June 2017.

The book will be available to purchase as an E-Book or as a Paperback.

For more details or to purchase your copy please go to http://www.rowanvalebooks.com/

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs and my poetry. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

All my daily blogs are automatically posted on Linkedin, Twitter and Facebook and are sent by email, direct to all those that subscribe to anotherdaysomeday2013.com via WordPress. If you would like to receive my daily blog posts please see contact page for more details, Thank You and God bless you Tracey Odessa Kane 🙂

Eight Years Old and a Bride

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Figures from UNICEF estimate that there are 39,000 child marriages every single day.

Furthermore it estimates that more than 140 million girls will marry between 2011 & 2020

Of the 140 million girls who will marry before the age of 18,

50 million will be under the age of 15. 

Eight Years Old and a Bride

Through aching non-subtleties of gender distain

She lives her life without complaint,

For long since past she came to recognise

‘Tis but her form that man does prize.

Thus through his shadow cold and dark

She finds no way to live embark,

For duty to him is her only given

And her sole purpose in life is male-driven.

She dare not speak or have her say

Must on demand her body lay,

She must not dream, not raise her head

She must soothe his ails and keep him fed.

Never must she go out alone

Talk to another, her name be known,

No questions need be ever asked

For that is simply not her task.

No books should ever be seen or read

No knowledge shall enter into her head,

No education for this child

No opportunity to let her thoughts run wild.

For she is but a paid-for bride

A token of man’s sinful pride,

A shell of who she out to be

Enslaved by his profanity.

Enchained by all life deems she’s worth

And alien on this great earth,

Raped of sense and sensibility

Driven by fear enforced by he.

Beaten just because his can

Devoid of strength, support, a plan,

She lives her life a subordinate

Shown no mercy left to fate.

Not knowing how all this will end

And why she never had a friend,

She wonders why she does not belong

And why all the good people don’t think it’s wrong.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 31 July 2013 ©.

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This poem is taken from the book ‘My Writes’ 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane and Published by Rowanvale Books 2015.

The book is available to purchase as an E-Book or as a Paperback.

Please go to Author website for more details http://www.todessakane.org 

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs and my poetry. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

All my daily blogs are automatically posted on Linkedin, Twitter and Facebook and are sent by email, direct to all those that subscribe to anotherdaysomeday2013.com via WordPress. If you would like to receive my daily blog posts please see contact page for more details, Thank You and God bless you Tracey Odessa Kane 🙂

Woman

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Woman

When you stole the light from her eyes

When you trampled upon the peace in her soul,

When you consumed the joy in her heart

When you used up her mind took control.

Did you know what you were thinking?

Was each pawn taken a part of your plan?

Was each piece stripped as a means to her end?

Was she truly such a threat towards man?

When you tore the strength from her spirit

When you smothered her hope gentleness,

When you cut open dissected her will

When you forced her to yield, to undress.

Did you know what you were doing?

Was each strike meant to cause her such pain?

Was each lash meant to cut her so deeply?

Was it you goal to break her to drive her insane.

When you ripped the child from her womb

When you starved her, cut off all her hair,

When you forced her to perform for you friends

When you defiled her till her blood and her beauty ran bare.

Did you know how you were acting?

Was this the only route you could take?

Was this the full extent of your purpose?

Was it just her that your actions forsake?

When you stole the light from her eyes

When you beat to death the woman and all she could be,

Did you know as she gasped for her last breath?

That hers was the real victory.

For in her death she found freedom

She found solace, she found love liberty,

But what did you have ‘n hold at the end of it all

But an overdue bill owed to Satan, his fee.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 27th July 2014 ©

 

new release

This poem is taken from the book ‘Left Handed Poetry from a Right Handed Poet’ 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane and Published by Rowanvale Books 2015.

The book is available to purchase as an E-Book or as a Paperback.

Please go to Author website for more details http://www.todessakane.org

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs and my poetry. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

All my daily blogs are automatically posted on Linkedin, Twitter and Facebook and are sent by email, direct to all those that subscribe to anotherdaysomeday2013.com via WordPress. If you would like to receive my daily blog posts please see contact page for more details, Thank You and God bless you Tracey Odessa Kane 🙂

Anonymous . . . The Eulogy Of.

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Dedicated to all those voices who spoke out over the centuries, in so many ways, about so many things, but whose names on the whole remain anonymous to us even now (mainly because so many of them were women), yet whose words we often quote time and again, using their most famous signature Anonymous, Anon, Unknown.

Anonymous . . . The Eulogy Of.

All I had to say of time my dear, that was No friend of mine,

From first breath of air, till final gasp, my life felt at odds with one divine.

And from cowering in corners, to dancing on life’s stage,

From sharing the thoughts my heart did think, it seems my life caused much outrage.

From mother’s arms, to father’s knee I sensed no loss of Love,

From the first song I sang, to last climbed tree, life was always knife in velvet glove.

And although I pondered tried my best, to embrace the thoughts from east to West,

It was deemed and thus agreed upon, that I’d failed every single test.

And so awash, set free, named useless, I picked up my pen and did duly write,

My thoughts, my contemplations, my discernments, wrong or right.

For although it seemed there was No place in this great life for me,

The pen in hand dared to imply, to write was my destiny.

And so after much discussion the pen and I declared…

Here are the words we could not say while life left speech impaired.

And you may choose to look not see, to listen but not hear,

You may dismiss my cause, concerns, the things I deeply fear.

But you can never say again, there goes that waste of life,

For this fool she leaves gifts of words to you. . . Because that is her life’s purpose, her Sacrifice.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 12th September 2013 ©.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs and my poetry. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

All my daily blogs are automatically posted on Linkedin, Twitter and Facebook and are sent by email, direct to all those that subscribe to anotherdaysomeday2013.com via WordPress. If you would like to receive my daily blog posts please see contact page for more details, Thank You and God bless you Tracey Odessa Kane 🙂