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Fifty Five Years of Ripples

Posted by Andrew Scott on

Fifty Five Years of Ripples


Every where we looked we seen your smile
You have left so very many of them as reminders
Reminding us to be joyful
Reminding us how much you loved us
Reminding us to be fully present
So we gathered together to comfort each other
Desperately needing to feel your presence
We wanted so badly to honour you

By honouring you
we got to see deep within ourselves
to our inner spring of emotions
We attempted to maintain composure
so that we could get our words out
An impossible task
because we felt so deeply
Tears and laughter spilled over from our hearts
refreshing our spirits
connecting us to our humanity
Through loving tears our sweetness intermingled

So we spoke of you
in quiet and boisterous tones
Remembering and celebrating you
We marvelled at the gifts you have given each of us
Other's memories were added to our own
They connected the dots of a life well shared
Your story has touched so many
Fifty five years of ripples will travel beyond that day
So as we move on you will not be forgotten
Each of us holds onto one of your smiles
That special smile that was just for us
Thank you dear Jeanette
We love you and will miss you so much.

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Asleep with eyes open

Posted by Richard Lamoureux on

Asleep with eyes open


I sit in a chair
Looking out to nowhere
Haunted blank stare
Open eyes unaware

Sitting in a chair with wheels
No one knows what I feel
Is there anything for me that is real

A young girl visits every day
She hates to see me this way
I used to have so much to say
She longs for me to be okay

My body is near
Yet my mind isn't here
locked away by fear
Look close you may see a tear

Through this darkness I hear her voice
Awakened I make a choice
A dry tongue becomes moist

Back to reality
From the brink of infinity
Her love sets me free
Brings me where I'm supposed to be

I paid a terrible cost
So many years were lost
My mind locked in frost

A victim of war
Shaken to my core
I couldn't take anymore
So my mind shut the door
Now from these lips my soul can pour!

For Shadow's Victim contest
Originally written April 22, 2013.
Reworked August 15th 2016 to fit the perameters of the contest.

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Pain Felt Soul Tears

Posted by Richard Lamoureux on

Pain Felt Soul Tears

Write to me about your greatest pain
Let me hold it within my hands

I have lived here within my perfect world
I have not felt anything
Let me s e e through your eyes

I badly want to FEEL alive
Prick my soul with delicious pain
I'm tired of only SUNshine
I wish to e x p e r i e n c e rain

Tears flow into me
I feel like I am DROWNING
What have I asked for?
I beg you PLEASE take it back!
I can't h o l d onto your pain!

August 15, 2016
For Broken Wing's It takes Four Contest

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Lost and found

Posted by Richard Lamoureux on

Lost and found

Lost and Found

Be quiet quiet quiet
Yes quiet as a mouse
It's nobody else's business
What goes on inside our house
We like our big little secrets
All disguised in pretty bows
These things are just between us
It is best that no one knows!

The little girl she listened
Held that burden of belief
Pretended with eyes of happy
But inside she held her grief
Losing her voice to a sorrow
That she wasn't allowed to show
Inside a numbing awareness
and no safe place where she could go

She kept on being quiet
Those around her thought it weird
She tried so hard to form her words
But her voice had disappeared
She lived within the shadows
until one day she made a choice
No longer would she be silent
She prayed "Please God give me my voice!"

Some answers don't come easy
But God helps us when we try
Her voice started as whisper
Yet on words she learned to fly
Her message spoken clearly
big little secrets shouldn't be kept
The girl became a woman
and she earned her self respect

Within light thoughts are shifted
She's not afraid to be seen
Truthful words tell her story
Others know where she has been
Her voice reveals her beauty
She knows freedom in her heart
With us she shares her secrets
Her pain transformed into art!

Dedicated to the girl who lost her voice,
and the woman who found it. Freyja Jensen.

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April Showers Sun and Flowers

Posted by Richard Lamoureux on

April Showers Sun and Flowers


Anacreontic Verse

I sit silent
within this moment
Not knowing
If you are willing
To touch me
in a way
that truly matters
For I need you
To caress my skin
For it has been
a long winter
of wanting
My skin glistens
April fresh
showered clean
for this reunion
Within my longing
My spirit knows
You don't sense my need
Although you feel close
There is a distance
Unmeasurable
Around your red glow
I feel sad blue
Please tell me
Why you keep hiding
Please break through dark clouds
gift me your yellow
Kiss me now
So that I "May" bloom!


Anacreontic Verse Three for Edward Ebb's contest

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Imbedded in pages

Posted by Richard Lamoureux on

Imbedded in pages

I picked up my tube of super glue
In hopes of piecing together
Sad lonely broken you
As I sifted through the bits
I wasn't sure what to do
Although there were many pieces
I was missing quite a few

Looking back to yesterday
tomorrow now and then
I Kept searching and searching
over and over again
To find the missing pieces
I looked to your pen
More than twenty-two missing
or perhaps less than ten

Imbedded in the paper
those pieces I sought
The lessons you had learned
and the pain they had brought
All your moments revealed
They came together in thought
I heard paper like screaming
cutting through me like a shot

The glue I was holding
Dissolved slowly like sand
so I gathered up your heart
and held it in my hand
My tears fell amongst the pieces
in a way I didn't understand
Your heart became too hot to handle
So I placed it on the land

Lifting heart up from the ground
You placed it slowly in your chest
All those bits that truly formed you
came together and we were blessed
Hidden answers you chose to scribe
where always meant to be a test
Revealing what we all are missing
those parts of us that go unconfessed

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Love Without Hope, Loving Shallow Pete

Posted by Richard Lamoureux on

Love Without Hope, Loving Shallow Pete

He thought about her for many seconds
All those moments she never left his mind
He was surprised when she said she loved him
For him to love her he'd have to be blind


For Sara Kendrick's Contest

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Blinded By Colourful Font

Posted by Richard Lamoureux on

Blinded By Colourful Font

I would like to ponder wisdom
loving relationships and things
A life lived beyond good intentions
What it means to have strong wings

To know that life has a purpose
When it is lived beyond myself
I don't need to fill all my cupboards
It's better that I share the wealth

All those things I think I'm needing
are trapping me within the want
I see heartache written in graffiti
Why am I blinded by colourful font

If my more means that I'm taking
Is any of it truly gain
Others find food in dumpsters
and I am ignorant to their pain

In this world of want and plenty
I know I have more than my share
By remembering where it came from
I should know I have plenty to spare

God implores me to be giving
To have faith He won't let me down
These hands have a special purpose
If I'm willing to venture down town!

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Unloved Lovable Me

Posted by Richard Lamoureux on

Unloved Lovable Me

I wanted to love myself
But couldn't get past my reflection
or the recollection
of all my imperfections
It was so much easier
to turn my back on myself
and go in a different direction

So I poured out myself to others
by giving what little I had to them
I did it over and over again
Singing their hallelujahs and amens
Nothing was real
they weren't really my friends
It's tough to find my lovable
looking through my distorted lens

One day I looked inward
past the constructed facade
Found my true self
a lovable child of God
Now I'm fine with imperfect
It's okay to be flawed
It doesn't even matter
If others think I am odd
The ones who truly know me
celebrate and applaud

They don't expect me
to be a certain way
or within a box to lay
They see past my clinging to yesterday
and the silly pretend role I used to play
The past is the past
not a place I was meant to stay
Thank God He helped me
to throw my false self away!
Now with thankful heart
I've learned how to pray.


This transformation took place back in my early twenties. Thankfully it made life a whole lot more interesting.

I was inspired to write this after reading my friend Eileen Manassian's poem "I Resolve" I therefore dedicate this piece to her.

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The Fix

Posted by Richard Lamoureux on

The Fix

He fills his syringe with poisoned words
Pulling the letters one by one from his rusted spoon
They rise through the needle in perfect order
"Disgusting" "failure" "worthless" "loser"
There in the cylinder they mix together
until they are a perfect black ink
Although he no longer sees the words
their meaning is not lost on him

As he injects them into his arm
He feels the blackness
Ink travels slowly up his arm towards his heart
At first he enjoys the burning sensation
as capital letters make way for the smaller ones
in the moment he's convinced they are lies
When they reach his heart
he becomes a true believer

By choosing to be less than he is
He occupies his excuses
The I cant's and never coulds
The poor me's
All the reasons
he's not good enough
The words stack one on top of the other
until his heart is filled with empty
Empty promises
Empty dreams
Somehow this comforts him
He holds tightly to
It's not my fault
It's just the way it is
His is a waking dreamless slumber
only lies seem believable
So he injects another word
"Anger"
Then a question
"Why do others have all the luck?"

Some one who cares
Takes a silver spoon
Fills it up with better words
Feeds him nourishing words
Smart, tenacious, kind and happy
He starts with small sips
one letter at a time
in front of him a golden bowl
filled to the brim with phrases
"You are Lovable"
"Anything is possible"
"Your opinion is important"
At first he is convinced they are lies
Until they reach his gut
Until he becomes a true believer
Taking everything to heart
Satiating his empty
Now he can see beyond what he thought was impossible
His actions speak louder then words
His life is not a wasted gift
From this day forward
He's living his to the fullest!


Inspired by Jai Bankson's poem "The Habit" check it out!