Poetry Selection comments

Much poetry of mine is prose poem in style. Because of the lack of an apparent cadence and often lack of end line rhyming, it has a structure and form for the eye with which gives the reader an opportunity give his own cadence in the breaks as he moves from line to line. This leads into a rhythm, hence the reader creates his music for the song. This cooperation between artist and reader makes the prose become a touch of poesy; perhaps this is a touch mutual creativity. It is another dimension, perhaps fourth but maybe the Fifth Dimension of Choice (from Maxwell, Einstein and Kaluza circa 1921)! In any case, it is somewhat fashioned on one of e. e. cummings styles; as in "in Just-". hh

Poetry 1 Poem 02

Why did not life not set in for me
Until I was just about outa' life
But I will try to make Lotus Land before I die by playing hopscotch with the wind

03

forever and a day
today and tomorrow
I'll see you there.......

hope you are

in a yellow dress

with breasts peeking

Poetry 1 Poem 104

Painted lips, painted faces
Painted lies
But lie down in the shadow of painted lies
and who gives a dime?
Was it the security of the shadow that spawned the safety of just being there
 
We met some place along Grant Avenue Avenue
Each looking for a shadow that cures
 
In the shadow, in a glance we may see a window
with the sun pouring in at noon
care may then pour from the shadow

06

Inner peace and inner happiness
are the binders for the mind
to knit
the pattern for bliss

 Is the mistress of happiness and the sister of self-knowing a shadow

conjured up by religists?  Why are there so many of the devout psychological misfits?

71

Her sun
was waiting to rise
when
she
became of age
 it rose
 
after it rose
she waited
for
the 
sun to set
 
and the
moon did rise
among other things
 
when the moon
rose over the town
she welcomed
her lover
with open
legs

hh

72


september song

and so we come to the end
of our tryst
not without sadness
not without sorrow
not without strangeness
not without softness
i see you against the distant sky
enrapt in splendor
enrapt in costume
enrapt in spirit
enrapt in bowers
i see me in adamantine eyes
a partner for show
a partner for time
a partner for place
a partner to steer
but i do live and will live another day
for i am who i am
'n what i'm about
a fragile figment to some
indestinate-like perhaps
and so i'll walk along grant avenue
searching and searching
and maybe tomoorow
i'll find an one
very much like you
with tender eyes
giving lips
and a soul
that makes life warm
 rm

73

Just there, against the trees, I saw a movement

In a heartbeat it was gone
Was it my inner child warning me?
Or was it the shadow of the scythe bearer?
 

My heart is strong and the beat is steady

It will be a struggle to capture my soul--it belongs to me
The blue sky is my protector and nightfall is still a long way off

74


 heart

horse powerful thighs
horse powerful heart
the lonely soldier mounts the slope
eyes scanning the horizon
crouching with rifle at the hip
helmet tilted forward
crack!
a soldier falls
a heart beats no more
two hundred thousand Canadian hearts beat no more in the last hundred years
lest we forget
oh folly, thy name is evil!

74

Inner peace and inner happiness
are the binders for the mind
to knit
the pattern for bliss

 Is the mistress of happiness and the sister of self-knowing a shadow

conjured up by religists?  Why are there so many of the devout psychological misfits?

75

Destiny

grasp the beauty of a nighttime sky

pursue the grandeur of daytime scenes

breathe in some sweet smelling air

listen to the powerful seas

taste the bounty of mother earth

see the beauty in a lover's eye

feel the warmth of your lover's embrace

travel far and wide

pause often and wonder at the majesty of mother earth

for soon it may be gone

in a flash

thermonuclear!

hh

Poem104

Green Eyes

If perchance you see her

look at the colour of her eyes

and into those eyes

and if you look long enough

you'll peer into the soul of a dreamer

The dreamer voice

is very young

and speaks of things that just might come

the lilt of her voice

and sparkle of her eyes

can carry your soul

to faraway places

like sunsets

and morning rain

and coffee at the corner cafe

and her walk

is captivating and can lead you anywhere

so pretty and young

like the early sun

and wishes you won't forget

so look at those green eyes

and then into nature's distance

and maybe you'll see tomorrow

in those sea-green eyes

11 The Cast

few watch the beauty of a cast

or care to

but arrows are serious

join hearts

and bring smiles

hh

12 chances

to the girl across the room

i have no name

if i were lucky

she might be another

i hope this time

my sheets

smell like violets

 1.hku1 summer spirits

dusty summer trails

buffalo ghosts rumble on

an old injun wails

~~hh

2.

hku2 brooks

gentle forest brooks:

silent deer drink deep and watch;

trickling water sounds.

hku 3a. birth

milk-white breasts aching

a newborn reaching upward

prairie winds howling

rm

76


What is "life setttlin'in"? 
Is it a goat path
Ingrained and brain-wired by a mini-culture
With a touch of the brain-dead syndrome?
 
All can be saved by change; change is needed for habits and goat path ways
Change gives time for the spirit  and for the mind to fly in a rhyme...

 

Poetry 1 #77

1) forever and a day
today and tomorrow
I'll see you there
 
2)painted lips painted faces
painted lies;
but lie down in the shadow of
painted leis and who gives a dime?
Was it the security of her shadow
that spawned the safety of
just being there
 
We met somewhere along Grant Avenue
during the twilight
each looking for a shadow
 
In the shadow, a glance will see a window
I like the sun pouring in at noon
care may just pour out from the shadow...
 
3) Let me talk a bit more with you
There's so much  to learn that I haven't yet
Do you like Lara's Theme;
 
Let me talk a little longer with you
Wanna walk a mile or two with me
along back country roads of our minds
we can watch them open up to new scenes
Wanna walk a little farther
 
Ever wonder how much of you
is really you
When I read your notes, I wonder how much of me is me
 
So let me share a smile with each mile
of wandering
the
byways and highways of our minds
 
But we did share our dreams
when first we met that August night so warm
 
I loved you then
and I do remember the pain of loving
you did too
or so it seemed that so warm
August night long ago
 
 5) pebbles on the beach
our foot prints on the sand
rainbows in the clouds and our spirits of our minds....will we ever meet

 

78

at the shore
I watched a slow moving ship
pass the cape
quite nifty reaching fifty
spent my whole life
hoping
Rather sedately being fifty
still expecting
 
2)
have i lived ever for someone
else
or
has it been
me
will there ever be
someone
or
no one
 
3)
I have been in the sunshine and
I have been in the dark
I have been in the rain
I have been in the snow at fifty below
I have seen the stars
on those nights so dark
I have seen the stars countless times
But on a few of the darkest nights

I could see stars so clearly

and no rain
dimm'd the heavens
 
4)
clocks turn
and so does love
turn the tides
and bring a fresh moon
 
5)
being together
in shut-up rooms
or being only face to face
Needs stars and sun
lighting
 the place
 
Being apart
makes
being together
a
pleasure
 
Being apart
means
being me
devoid of masks
being me
limitless
free
and healing
 
6)
What makes the clock turn
and sunsets
come
and
go
maybe walking makes
time
wanna go
to paradise
 
7)
My flying is not too far away
to where
not there
but here
my soul has landed
and it must take flight to
alight on solid ground
 
I left the 1300 behind
to soar
once more
to fertile lands
and your side
I will be warm
 
8)
I will be warm
when I know
you
But first I've
got to
find myself
amid
those seven thousand fears
left behind all those years ago
and your smile will make me warm
 
9)
Rome
I don't know why
I want to go to Rome
and drink the wine of Ceasar
I don't know why
 
Maybe i will find
you there
beside a lost da Vinci
or
a carved Bernini
passing for a tourist
your lithe slow moving thighs glide
and the posture is
captured by zeros and ones
 
Who was it who
captured you and whisked you away
I want you, the real you here
beside the Coliseum
But part of you
flies at mach 2
eastward toward the orient
Now I know what the music meant
You are not mine
something else...
our souls entwine and see
their other halves
your outer shell is off to Tashkent
 
as zeros and ones
and many others with a
different code
are due to
arrive in Kyoto
 
and we will have crossed the Rubicon of our desires
to bliss
and a
kiss
as long as 
eternity

79


with moonlit faces
we walked the
beaches outside Tofino
one July
hand in hand we watched the moon move above tall trees
prints in the sand
proof we were there
playing
as children play
hearts in rhythm
dilated pupils
panting
climaxes are neat
after bodies meet
we dream
 
~~~22Jan
and make your face beautiful
  
how can one find
rhythm in falling rain:
listen to the wind
as it pulsates
prairie rain
is made rhythmic
by prairie winds
listen....
people in regina know it...
  
when you arrive
i don't need sunlight
it's a first quarter moon tonight
and there is a mist in the air
and the warm air
is chilled by a cloudless  cold sky
our warm bodies under
warm blankets
is what makes
you
so
special
 
i think
i will investigate
your geography tonight
in the moonlight
and later we'll
see if the moon is
still there....
 

80

Love

 
The old man comes along
and into his favourite bar
he sings his favourite song, "two draughts please"
 
He never found love
and now fills
himself
with numbness
his mind has dimmed
and his body
never knows
the way the mind
chose
to deaden the
human pain of no love
 
this night
 long before closing time
the old man
 shuffles off home
to bed
still not knowing
love
even
in his dream cloud
 
Will he ever
find
 his other half
maybe the mirror
 knows
 the way
to find that soul
  
~~~She
She looked at me with indifferent eyes
 
It was my beginner Tango
that caused it
but when I left
for the evening
 
her glance of awe
told me
that my
Fox Trot
was
gold
 
another badge chosen
 
my mirror tells me
I am no handsome guy
            but
more than a badge
is my soul
 
~~~Summertime has lapsed
her gold is old gold 
a mid-september tan
shadows stretch
brown October
waits
leafless november
chills
 
december snow
drifts
 
and all the while
doubts rack
my mind
 
and I stare
 
i stare at tans
and days disappearing
 
i wonder if the girl
with the golden tan
will come back
in mid-may
 
for another round of frolicking
 
~~~
'tis twilight now
        i sit
            and
            watch
the Arc of Night
creep on
relentlessly
 
the stars come out
            and dance
gyro-like
 Arcturus so bright
leads the parade of stars dancing into the nighttime sky
 
'round Polaris
concentrically
time is lost
in a trance
 
as the nighttime sky
fills with light
it blots out the cold grey
darkness
 
I see the distant village lights
as I walk down
the mountain slope
 
i was alone then
and now
as I pass by village lights
i feel alone
outside
of
homes and places
 
the faces of children
peering out of windows
to catch a glimpse
of shapes
and movemnents
outside
 
As i wander
alone
along
a
 country road
 
i see the moon
rise
above tall trees
it is bigger even
than the saucer eye
of a young boy
 
the five-year-old boy
is wondering
who is wandering in
and out of town
 
there is a bus stop
next town
and I'll
make it in time to
catch the nine fifty-five
to Victoria
 
my love awaits
my footfall

Poetry 1 #79


at the shore
I watched a slow moving ship
pass the cape
quite nifty reaching fifty
spent my whole life
hoping
Rather sedately being fifty
still expecting
 
2)
have i lived ever for someone
else
or
has it been
me
will there ever be
someone
or
no one
 
3)
I have been in the sunshine and
I have been in the dark
I have been in the rain
I have been in the snow at fifty below
I have seen the stars
on those nights so dark
I have seen the stars countless times
But on a few of the darkest nights

I could see stars so clearly

and no rain
dimm'd the heavens
 
4)
clocks turn
and so does love
turn the tides
and bring a fresh moon
 
5)
being together
in shut-up rooms
or being only face to face
Needs stars and sun
lighting
 the place
 
Being apart
makes
being together
a
pleasure
 
Being apart
means
being me
devoid of masks
being me
limitless
free
and healing
 
6)
What makes the clock turn
and sunsets
come
and
go
maybe walking makes
time
wanna go
to paradise
 
7)
My flying is not too far away
to where
not there
but here
my soul has landed
and it must take flight to
alight on solid ground
 
I left the 1300 behind
to soar
once more
to fertile lands
and your side
I will be warm
 
8)
I will be warm
when I know
you
But first I've
got to
find myself
amid
those seven thousand fears
left behind all those years ago
and your smile will make me warm
 
9)
Rome
I don't know why
I want to go to Rome
and drink the wine of Ceasar
I don't know why
 
Maybe i will find
you there
beside a lost da Vinci
or
a carved Bernini
passing for a tourist
your lithe slow moving thighs glide
and the posture is
captured by zeros and ones
 
Who was it who
captured you and whisked you away
I want you, the real you here
beside the Coliseum
But part of you
flies at mach 2
eastward toward the orient
Now I know what the music meant
You are not mine
something else...
our souls entwine and see
their other halves
your outer shell is off to Tashkent
 
as zeros and ones
and many others with a
different code
are due to
arrive in Kyoto
 
and we will have crossed the Rubicon of our desires
to bliss
and a
kiss
as long as 
eternity

84

..she stood there
 against the setting sun
 with Arturus pointing the way
for all the heavens to follow...
 
oh, yes I saw her
although she did not notice
I may dream of her
and that small curve in her back
just above her hip
 
my hands to hold her
and her thighs to hold me
and tomorrow
why tomorrow I may become myself
and walk the beaches
of Jamesboro Bay
 
drowning in love
crowning in being
living
you and me

81

#81

Tonite I looked at the sky
black

there was no

reflected light
from the city core
the darkness covered all

A Canandian Indian
taught me how to fly
over the clouds
it took just one lesson from the
Great Spirit

Letting go now of
the earth
I flew free
from my own
pestilent
gravity

rm

83

it rained today

but I thot of you
 and your blue eyes
and Jane Fonda figure
 
snow can tell
if u like it
it'll snow more
and tantalize
with six-pointed stars
shimmering
glistening
and taking
its time
to melt
 
ever try to catch
a falling star
it's like trying to catch
a snowflake
on the make
giving
happines
to more than
kids
 
me?, why I never
grew up
snow likes me
i can hear
snow
crunching
blowing
swirling
slowly drifting
down
sometimes
into drifts
two metres high
 
 
Joyous spring
makes snow happy
turning into water
and resting
before
winter comes
with its
rich white....
 
hh

#84

..she stood there
 against the setting sun
 with Arturus pointing the way
for all the heavens to follow...
 
oh, yes I saw her
although she did not notice
I may dream of her
and that small curve in her back
just above her hip
 
my hands to hold her
and her thighs to hold me
and tomorrow
why tomorrow I may become myself
and walk the beaches
of Jamesboro Bay
 
drowning in love
crowning in being
living
you and me
 #85

A glance is a passport
to
yon hil and naked truth
 
the journey up
the hill
a pause
 for passion
and down the hill again
 
up and sown
in and out
slow moving thighs
squirm
and clasp
 
link your arm in mine
hold  your body
close
and warm me
with
a journey
of passion
a journey
of a
lifetime
or even just
a warm day in July
****
 
The wind keeps howling
even tho'
we've gone
 
The waves keep rolling
even tho'
we've departed
 
The city scene is
different
dust clouds
and stop lights
 
but the wind keeps
howling
no matter where
we go
******
I used to worry over
cold
 
it was blue and
it hurt
 
delivering the local
paper
I nearly froze
my dink
 
but i stopped off
at the rink
and held
my dink
for a long time
 
I made certain
i buttoned up
all my
flies
 
and tucked
my shirttails
down
 
to ensure the future
of mankind
 
but then
i was only ten
and now
mankind is safe
from me
 
but not from
the frozen minds
of mankind

 

*********
i have never been loved
 by a woman
except maybe Barbara
 
unconditionally for awhile
until
she kicked me out
 
politics
she thought the police were always right
*********
ever feel the pain
 of not loving
 
it came to me
too late in life
that the bars to love
were in
my childhood
 
all this visiting
foreign ports
was really
a search
for love
 
darn! now i
must start
another search
but now
i know why
********
 
my senses tell me
your are
not as you
say you are
 
i guess i'll go
back for a while
to find a
summertime
full moon
 
to set the mood
******
 
and if i had
an extra hour
each day
i'd spent it
with you
****
 
hang on babe
it's a bumpy ride
but let go
your
inhibitions
 
~~~
 are you brave enough
to let me see you
at your worst
 
all men are at their worst
in the morning
i think of loving you
when the sun goes down
 
it goes down
each nite
and soon
i will
see you
 
ooh, it is hard to see
in the dark
but
i can
feel my way
 
********
oh, woman
of the beaches
sand
in your shoes
in your hair
 
you walked
into the water
and
the wave disolved
the sand
and left you
pristine almost baby-like
 
combing your hair
and tosssing
 your head
preening
for the saunter
into town
 
many ladies
turned eyes green at
your graceful
pace
 
the eyes of
many men
just bulged
and
lingered a while
 
i saw you from afar
with goods
for firelight
fun...
*******

85



A glance is a passport

to

yon hill and naked truth

 

the journey up

the hill

a pause

 for passion

and down the hill again

 

up and sown

in and out

slow moving thighs

squirm

and clasp

 

link your arm in mine

hold  your body

close

and warm me

with

a journey

of passion

a journey

of a

lifetime

or even just

a warm day in July

****

 

The wind keeps howling

even tho'

we've gone

 

The waves keep rolling

even tho'

we've departed

 

The city scene is

different

dust clouds

and stop lights

 

but the wind keeps

howling

no matter where

we go

******

I used to worry over

cold

 

it was blue and

it hurt

 

delivering the local

paper

I nearly froze

my dink

 

but i stopped off

at the rink

and held

my dink

for a long time

 

I made certain

i buttoned up

all my

flies

 

and tucked

my shirttails

down

 

to ensure the future

of mankind

 

but then

i was only ten

and now

mankind is safe

from me

 

but not from

the frozen minds

of mankind



 



*********

i have never been loved

 by a woman

except maybe Barbara

 

unconditionally for awhile

until

she kicked me out

 

politics

she thought the police were always right

*********

ever feel the pain

 of not loving

 

it came to me

too late in life

that the bars to love

were in

my childhood

 

all this visiting

foreign ports

was really

a search

for love

 

darn! now i

must start

another search

but now

i know why

********

 

my senses tell me

your are

not as you

say you are

 

i guess i'll go

back for a while

to find a

summertime

full moon

 

to set the mood

******

 

and if i had

an extra hour

each day

i'd spent it

with you

****

 

hang on babe

it's a bumpy ride

but let go

your

inhibitions

 

~~~

 are you brave enough

to let me see you

at your worst

 

all men are at their worst

in the morning

i think of loving you

when the sun goes down

 

it goes down

each nite

and soon

i will

see you

 

ooh, it is hard to see

in the dark

but

i can

feel my way

 

********

oh, woman

of the beaches

sand

in your shoes

in your hair

 

you walked

into the water

and

the wave disolved

the sand

and left you

pristine almost baby-like

 

combing your hair

and tosssing

 your head

preening

for the saunter

into town

 

many ladies

turned eyes green at

your graceful

pace

 

the eyes of

many men

just bulged

and

lingered a while

 

i saw you from afar

with goods

for firelight

fun...

*******

89


the sun seems
to ride the wind
clouds do
 
The nighttime sky
rides it too
look at the stars
 
and the clouds
 go ripping by
 
look at the clouds
the stars and clouds
go ripping by
 
natural resources
go ripping by
 as the population grows
 
and the bankers
get ripping rich
 
politicians get ripping rich
and back pockets get
ripping thick
 
life on earth
is like an illusion
it goes so ripping fast
 
like the prairie topsoil
in the thirties
is forever disappearing
 
so suck it dry
you yankee
laissez-faire
capilalists
 
for the fleeting glimpse of man
on eath
is soon not to be...
 
and maybe just maybe
another earth-like
oblate spheroid
will emerge
 
somewhere up there
looking at the clouds
it may be
circling a star
that goes ripping by

87



God's boats I told Miss
Roney
early in grade six
 
Now I know
they are just clouds 
 
but lying on my back
looking upwards
i can see
 
a million shapes
and forms
 
cars, trucks, men,
women
all can
change
 
even a monkey
can change and
turn
into a man
 
Darwin must
be happy
 
I am happier
'cause
 man can turn into
an eagle
 
an improvement
no doubt
for
many a man
 
but I saw Newton
one day
gazing into
a
crystal ball
 
a look of surprise
came over his face
 
a golden cloud spot
was
formed out of
a
lump of
lead
 
wonder what
he thinks of graviity
now
 
a gust of
wind
high up
in a cumulus
 
obliterated an
earth-like
orb
 
is Nostradamus
at work 
 
alas the practical
and the real
ensure
that the many
guises of
clouds
much like actors' roles
are illusions and
fade tiyh the setting sun
 
will mother earth be next

90


 the earth went

 bare-bellied
in october
 
her belly dimple
smooth and
clean
 
you went bare-bellied
a week after
we met
 
your belly dimple
made your breasts and
mons look spectrally
electromagnetic
 
 
I did not kiss you
in warm embrace--
you left without
the dream complete....
 
I walked in
dreamland bright
and saw the
full moon
embrace the
evening sky
and I cried
for you
 
september rains came today
or was it yesterday
 
the fig tree and i were relieved
 
 
she wore jeans
but i
glimpsed her thigh shape
as she sat there
jeans stretched across
her thighs
 
hot i thought
ears hear a lot
and eyes shine
dialation
agitation
 
 
a slow moving bird flying by
cast a glance
our way
then it was
gone
 
 
with a full
belly
thoughts don't come
easily
they plod along clumsily
 
 
bland she was
and
flat chested
like
pancake batter
 
 
yesterday
a hummingbird
was trapped
by fragrance
from
a fuscia tree
a hundred samples
from a hundred blossoms
bled their nectar
taken at a
hundred kmph
 
 
fading voice
fading tan
fading
in the distance
 
the foot prints
left for
another place
 
another time
the moon perhaps
it rose just there
 
fear not
the fast pace of
the antelope
fear not
the high places of the Andes
tread softly
among
the full blown roses
and softly and gently
savour
the poets verse
 
 
walk the boardwalk
of our minds
feel the glimmer
of the
sunshine hours
 
  
deep within my soul
i see a monster
ravenous ang angry
saliva dripping
fangs ripping
red flesh
 
but gently walks
a stranger  
 
i hope you
would come to love
 
and love
me
if you want
if you do
i will bring
flowers
and wide eyes
 
the wind howled
my
name
last night
 
hh
 

92


~~~25 FEb;
a chance encounter
a glance
your glance
and my knees
trembled
 
does she know
women always know
it's a gift
so i let my knees tremble
 
and her butt
geezz
 
yes she knew
i was soft putty
to be molded
to her heart's desire
 
and i had no choice
weakness
crept over me
i could not speak
 
~~27 Feb
i could not say
i love you
 
having met you
I now can say
i love you
 
~~~28 Feb
balancing act me
a mugwump
am i a victim of
victoria's rain
 
years gone by
and a secret in
my past
still haunts me
 
this personal fear
this personal dread
 
only now can i
speak of it
now that you
are here
and by my side
 
I maybe found out
I am a phony
 
am i a phony
 
i was told that by
my boss
am i
i must be
a fukkin politician
 
~~~28 Feb
 
it's sunday now
and
I might die
from victoria rain
 
but i may
decide to
thrive
on
rain
and die
from humanity's
inhumanity
 
 
~~~
 
I love you
now
that you are gone
lost
lost because
you
had a life of
your
own
 
i
awakening
from
a past
filled with conflict
 
discovered you
by accident
 
gave me
a
new life.

93



I knew that you
were there
among the naked
trees
of november
 
muffs and  parka
maybe
across the way
 
I knew
you
would
come back
 
I let you go
and like a
bird
you flew
 
I though of you
in other places
and
in other arms
but
I hoped
 
we had planned
trips aplenty
even
to
Qu'apple Valley
across the prairies
 
Once I was there
and the wind
called my name
 
I hope you come back
and go to that place
with me
that spiritual place 
and listen to
the owl
calling out at midnight
 
calling for
lovers
to come back
 #94

soon to tan
on the beach
i tell you what
 
i'll help the
sun
give you a tan
and a better
look over

94

soon to tan
on the beach
i tell you what
 
i'll help the
sun
give you a tan
and a better
look over

95


Salad days
galore
geezz
 
ever search for
a wild rose
up in alberta
highlands
 
i saw a crocus
in a
Manitoba field
down
Morden way
not far from the
swinging bridge
 
In the town
dandelions grew
 
And no wild
roses
 
wild lillies
beautiful
grew
across
the regina plains
years ago
 
one July twelfth
I searched
no wild
lillies grew
around Portage la Prairie
 
some say they grow
in Cypress hills
 
Gull Lake
has
oil now
and no wild lillies
 
sweet crude of success
what ever happened to
the wild rose
and the prairie lilly
 
I guess maybe
taming the wild
shrewish prairie
 
and sea
has given man
palaces and
polluted places
 
in those old salad
days galore
dreams grew everywhere
 
now it is stark
December
across the land
 
ravenous monsters
nowhere to feed
'cept a few
 
8  
peer over
up
and down
 
but can you look
inside
or beyond
the both of us
 
i would like to see
into
your eyes
 
and see tomorow
if i see
tomorrow
you can
lead me anywhere
 
even down
darkened streets
 
or in the light of day
along
faded chalk marked
sidewalks
where hop scotch
was the game
 
who plays
hop scotch
 
now that blackberries
are here
 
-----
ever walk between
tall and long buildings
you can
hear
the
echo
of
your own
footsteps
 
can we hear the echos
of Homer
or
Ulysses
or
Christ
 
in books maybe
if we read
hard enough
 
-----
let me love you
for
one more summer

96


let me love you
one more
summer
 
the last one
was great
 
But I may
never
see you again
 
we can go to
the mountains
 
        a
 
distant peak
not too high
 
~~~~~~~
 
gentle victoria rain
seems
to join days
together
 
some times it's
        months
in the winter
 
what is it that joins
an electon
to a spot
or to a
momentum
 
can't pin that sucker down
 
its other half
the photon
 
can make it leap
a quantum
 
up or down
 
sorta' like victoria rain
in the winter

 


 

97


I'd like to live
in my
home town
 
It's there i scraped
my palms
climbing over a
high fence
 
my Mennonite
mother
taught me
 to never
complain
but endure
and
wait
 
wait for what
fuck!
 
twisting and
turning
 
never knew
where
to go
 
somehow I
got
here
 
an old man
with
new ideas
 
let me spend
my best
ten or twenty years
 
in my own
small
city
 
 one cannot
go back to the ole'
town
 
No, i like it
here
in
Victoria town
 
best small city
in the world
 
here
I am
free to be
unknown
and obscure
 
i can walk the
streets
and
visit
shops
and
be
alone
in a crowd
unrecognizable
 
but i emerge
each
spring
with the
daffodils
 
but I
am not sold
in shops
for I am
solo
 
I see Frans
and Gary
once in a while
 
and get grounded
I become
real
when
i
interact with
bubbles
she's the one...
the one who
saved me
 
she got me to
feel free
write
poetry
 
she got me to remember to just
DO IT
 
jocks just do it
a world class jock
reminded
me 
decades ago
 
 
Does time change
for
a solitary man
 
does time
ever go
at the speed of
light
 
maybe it is you.
 
I feel free because i was ready for it; u somehow were the catalyst
 
so feel free, m'love
 I think i
prepared you
to set yourself
free
and to
just do it!
 
yes, as you said a while back, there is something in my head that surprises you; and it does me.
 
i now shed a happy tear for you...with pangs in my heart
 
i love bb
     and
bb loves me
 
we both
owe
our
lives
to
each other
 
we both love
sandy beaches
and
dancing in
the
moonlight
 
we dance to
the cosmic rhythm
of
our souls
 
and waltz our
hearts away
 
on the beach
when i read
bb sings
 
i watch
and
she sings
to her heart strings
 
in major
and
minor keys
 
svelte she is
and nymph-like
too
 
after
her song and
dance
 
in each other's
arms
we fall  asleep
 
to the major key
of
G
3/4 time
~~~rm
 
thinking of you
the last night
of winter
alone
 
there is a long pillow
used for propping me up to watch TV
 
my pillow is your
face and arms
 
my long pillow is
your
body
 
with pillow and prop
i listen
to the rhythm
of
your body
and fall asleep
rested

100


the cold chill
after
sunset
chased me indoors
 
how did i
do it
so
naturally
 
after i met you
 
by the fire
and
a hot rum
inside me
 
and thinking of you
i am warm
warming me
and your are
not near
 
but in far
off
frozen
lands
near Athabaskan
icey
shores
 
~~~~
 
is there a
sky
bluer
than the blue
of my canadian
prairie town
 
when spring comes
and
snow melts
 
watermakes
its
own
way
it just does it

springtime water

so fresh
and
willful
 
but autumn
leaves
cover
the
youthful
rill beds from the hills
 
but autumn leaves
leave heaps of
winter chill
 
I wonder if i
will ever
go
home before
nightfall
 
~~~~~~
 
come my nymph
take
my hand
 
and wander with
me
up to yonder
hilltop
 
where the daffodils
flourish
in springtime
splendor
 
you and i
let us
grow
as the young
willow grows
 
let us learn
as the young
mind learns
 
and follow the sun
treading
'til
 it drops
below
yon field
 
you and i
together
as one

91


sunshine cast its spell
shadows darting
all about
in and out
dark and light
black and white
 
or so it seemed
much like
 dreams
 
hidden images
hidden thoughts
repressed?
 
 
 
I love your smile
and
your long dark hair
swirls and twirls
slow moving waves
 
across your face
i love
your slow moving thighs
your tight red skirt
tight
against your ass
 
especially when you
dance the Argentine tango
 
 
your smiling gives
me life
your smile
gives me warmth
from your eyes
i see
your arms
about me
that gives me
life
 
 
the nothing that has
no name
the nowhere from
where i came
 
is somewhere
in your dark green
eyes
 
and i tremble
wishing you
were mine
 

101


 I've got to find myself

and yesterday's 7000 fears

Poetry 1 # 104

Green Eyes

If perchance you see her

look at the colour of her eyes

and into those eyes

and if you look long enough

you'll peer into the soul of a dreamer

The dreamer voice

is very young

and speaks of things that just might come

the lilt of her voice

and sparkle of her eyes

can carry your soul

to faraway places

like sunsets

and morning rain

and coffee at the corner cafe

and her walk

is captivating and can lead you anywhere

so pretty and young

like the early sun

and wishes you won't forget

so look at those green eyes

and then into nature's distance

and maybe you'll see tomorrow

in those sea-green eyes
Copyright [2013] Harvey Harte