CONGRATULATIONS to our POETRY CONTEST WINNERS!!

Our winners come from a town of about 550 people in Wisconsin, to a community outside Los Angeles, California to a town on the Ontario / Quebec border – west of Ottawa ..  Big Beautiful Wellness is EVERYWHERE!

Congratulations to our winners and THANK YOU SO MUCH to all the other women who entered..

I will be announcing another writing contest soon.

PLEASE submit your creative brilliance ~ Just like Viktoria, Danica and Susan did

First Prize – $75.00 (Canadian)

Tourism

By: Viktoria Tinberg Walker

Oxford, Wisconsin

Have you ever done this

like this

with someone like me

with my expanse of rolling hills

my lush and pliant landscape?

I know you haven’t.

This is different. Let me

be your tour guide.

First, relax, and don’t hurry

it’s a Sunday drive

kick back and explore

this new terrain

there is beauty here and

sweet delight

if you know where to look.

The road curves left, then right

there are no straight lines

no angles

Come to me

in the spirit of discovery

and we will learn together.

Here’s a good route

Take this side path

linger here

and savor the moment

The rise is gentle

the climb is easy

the road invites you

to take a ride.

Second Prize – $50.00 (Canadian)

Catching Her Eye

By: Danica Duensing

Lake Hughes, California 

I pause when I see the woman with bright blue eyes;

Somewhere between denim and marine.

She has a winsome smile and round apple cheeks;

Red hair with hints of copper and carrot.

A full face, broad shoulders and thick arms.

She’s strong, independent and sure of herself;

Confident she can do what she sets her mind to.

She flashes me a grin and a wink.

I finish brushing my hair and turn from the mirror.

It’s going to be a good day today.

Third Prize – $25.00 (Canadian)

I Walk the Ground Barefoot

By: Susan Simmonds

Arnprior, Ontario

I walk on the ground barefooted like Mother Nature,

Seeing the beauty with open sparkling eyes,

I sing with voice that shames the birds and dance under the moon with silver finger tips.

I awake to the world where I am not so inspired but move with a grace of growing confidence,

With knowledge I am curvy and soft, yet strong and energized,

No I’m not as small as the living doll in the magazines,

Not airbrushed and molded into a tiny lithe shape.

I am tall and rubenesque, a sense of self and solid in grace,

My husband’s dream, his muse, his harbor from the storm, his sensual haven, Out there I breath words of encouragement,

I whisper words of endearments,

I shout words that would dispel hatred and disparagements.

Behold a woman not of smallness but of greatness overcoming the bulling hand of penned in minds,

That demand for others fitting in to the same inadequate vision of reduced size,

To conform to the few who want sheep like followers, not a living breathing ideal women of size.

I stand in the light of others, who hold hands in friendship,

I walk towards the horizon of change in thought and concept,

I carry the children that follow in steps of understanding,

I bring hope to the afraid and insecure,

I am Woman of size and proud,

I sometimes struggle past the glances of pity and words of hate,

I may fall with despair and cry with broken heart,

I may tear at my skin and clothes in frustration.

At the end of the day I lay under the sheets with my love,

There is warmth and gentle hands, loving kisses to sooth the soul,

A nurturing soul giving comfort to his true real woman,

With her curves, her softness, her beauty.

I dream…running in fields with the Deer,

Catching moonbeams and string them for a necklace,

A Goddess to be worshiped and adored.