Poetry (1)


 I've got to find myself

and yesterday's 7000 fears

Poetry (2)


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!

rm

 
#18

 

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#20

 my heart is yours

my heart's for you

tonight you'll be here again

and then our souls

and love

will bond as our bodies entwine

or will you stay away again

in another's arms,

another's place,

another's eyes,

another's heart

the rose is a sweet blush

radiant in full bloom

love and joy abound until

the petals fall

my fancy and i

shall await

foot and petal fall

#21

 

 man, mother earth and me

 maybe i'll go to dreamland

i'm tired of this reality

at least there there will be hope

and no despair there

nor oil spills

maybe i'll see you there

and we may dance, if you like

until it's time to travel-

backwards

to this unkempt inheritance

 

one rose

i wonder if you'll

kiss me

when we bid farewell today

will i see a look

that tells me your heart is mine

i wonder if you'll

want me

when you wave farewell today?

will i feel joy

from your heart

that tells me your love is mine?

my heart is yours

and my love's for you

but tonight you'll be here again

and then our hearts

and love

will bond as our bodies entwine

or will you stay away again today

in another's arms,

another's place,

another's heart,

another's eyes?

the rose is sweet fragramce

and radiant at full blossom

love and joy dance out

but times tines

may shear the blossom and my heart,

tonight my fancy and i shall await

footfall or falling petals

#22

 

 

#23

 

 

 

you

 the mist rolled in from the sea tonight

across the shore

over the beach

past the verdant ridge

through the fields

and into my bedroom

bringing dreams of a first night with you

#24

 

 

 

that bitch

a witch almost

entrances me

i'll not be a cuckhold by her

but that promise of tomorrow in her eyes

lures me

sentences me

to a reckless wanton trying time

if no one is looking

i'll pursue

and catch the bitch

for a stolen night of bliss

i'll not be hooked by crook

nor by greener pasture raptures

and tomorrow?

why tomorrow, i'll think more clearly

about my twitch

for that song, that charm

that bitch!

rm

 

#1

Two aging people
 
Just a nod
and
the deal was sealed
he had a year
to go
she had two
 
both were transfixed
his glance was pleading
hers
guessing
 
and both wearing
small gentle smiles
and
small gentle nods
 
meant
wedded bliss
that was the deal
until forever
 
#2
they thought we were too young
we just fought to be
ourselves
waiting for
something to happen out there
 
it had happened in our hearts
but we waited for it to happen
in our souls
where that heaven of love resides
 
one night we bonded in care, love and hope
in the morning
we gave each other with sparkling eyes
a single promise of forever
 
#3
Bliss
How do we find our way
in our trip
through life’s journey
to find
home
 
my gal and I found our way
out of the deep dark
by following a distant star
sparkling high in the west
 
right over that pale mountain
under that star
 
#4
a god gave me a gift
he gave me a soul
a quiet inner soul
 
it was then
i knew who i was
... I am who I am

rm

 

do we exist?

 

i exist; you exist

to me, we exist

to you, do we exist?

 

but times do change,

and we do slip in and out of

realtiy quite often

to you, i hope we do exist

reflection and

compassion are a

danger

just be,

and let us exist.

can we?

#25 #26

Dec 31 2359:59

if earth's history were but a year

the last second

is a cold eve

to a stark dead world

the flower of the solar system

raped by man incestuous

the wonders of the double helix

screwed by a destructive will

the Chance was there

now dead and bare

at Jan 01 0000:00

rm

 

 

 

 

dawn

THIS IS BAD === REDO

the dawn came stealing in

and you appeared

when the sun sank slowly down

you were gone

but

sweet thoughts of you

remained

here we did something, then ...

the next dawn came

pulling the day along

and

sweet Fortune brought you again

will you stay this time?

#27

 

 

 

this, too is very bad; redo

the mist rolled in from the sea tonight

and you were there

silhouetted against nighttime diamond eyes

diaphanous gown flowing

in gentle sea breezes

beyond the lighthouse, a steamer

sounds its farewell, bringing

thoughts of far-away places

with strange sounding names,

names

that beckon and offer

promises

of new beginnings for lovers

of mists, of stars , of dreams

#28

 

The Poetry of Shard

The first ray of day

Took my breath away

The last sliver of the sun

Gave rest to my aching heart

The silver moon rising

Brings memories of you

The fading dark of night

Brings hope that you will return

In my arms again

I'll hold you close

And love you and love you

I'll hold you in my heart

And you'll hold me

In your arms and heart

Forever and a day--shitty one

#29

guitars & arrows

i guess nowadays a guitar is the most popular phallic symbol

a male form of competition

is playing for female approval

before guitar popularity

neckties were in

but passive phallic neckties

were easily done in by

waving, erotic, pluckable guitars

ephemeral guitars are tempting signs

inviting females for conquest

--what else do women look for

neckties are like decembers

cold, immoveable, passe, victorian, some colourful

guitars are better

they don't fear scissors nor gravy

and technology makes the music better

as status symbols

the 'big fooker' wins the favours

some even play two tunes at once

some even more

others can last a long time

for some, once is not enough

some have a double shaft

they win over all sorts for all sorts of reasons

men try to find themselves

to forget self

but guitars and hormones get in the way

and hide the psychic plane

once i tried to play a guitar

but found i should wear a necktie

and watch young guitars play

those who shoot an arrow straight and true

are truly marvelous

but very few watch the beauty of a cast

or care to

arrows are serious

they join hearts

and so a flight is ignored or lost

in a clef

music out-charms them easily

the swish and thud

are really meant for anyone

and is the stuff of the mind

but guitar music visits the libido through the ears

and bass clef melodies evoke basal desires

skillfully cast by recurves

arrows are meant for true love

and fancy

guitars are of sagging beds and dirty dresser tops

and back seats

and anyone the next night

arrows carry promises of things to come

and of tomorrows

 

#30

 

 

#31

I think I shall call you the magnificent one

And if you'll let me, I'll carry you in my heart across the whole court

Last Friday I saw dance and then I saw you sit

Dancing you looked your old self

but sitting as I squinted thru newly dimmed eyes

I saw a newer more beautiful, more enticing, more alluring you

You glanced at me through your experienced squinting

and modesty looking eyes

but gave no quarter

I did not deserve a warm smile or glance from you

and I bowed my head

And

a thought came to me:

If I were young and twenty and

If I were virile and plenty

I would with Alexandrian determination

pursue

you

and your Psyche

And when you were cornered

lay my cloak

at your

feet

You are a hero to me

You are the woman to me

you are the magnificent one

I want ot play with your inner child

love your you and

listen to your vibrations

and

love you

If you'll let me

I'll carry your heart

a little farther

than it's been before

If you'll let me

I'll love you a little more

if you'll let me

I think also that I'll call you

the warm one,

If you give a chance

#78

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 be

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

rm

every thing seems to have a rainy sound today.

the boat got him here
he wanted to drive a tractor
that's why
other wise
it
was yu'all land
 
he made a fortune
working hard
and met a love
from north vietam
 priveledged she
went to Cambridge
and the like
 
came to maple leaf land
and met canh
miles apart in beliefs
but close to heart
in secrets
 
married and no
off-spring
she got malignant
and
died
the next spring
 
forever in his heart
he cried
on my shoulder
to nite
of long lost
mabeline
 
I cried too
for mabeline
lost ten
years ago
this very ev'ning
 
hh
 
I am still shedding a tear of two
 
Last nite, I went to a tango dance; helped set up in the aft
a pal made a dish for both of us--it was gone early in the rush of potluck.
 
later, the dance was good; had many dances; it was good to get out and mix with people; good for the soul.
 
~~~~
 
I  did not see you there.  A moment while the tanguras were parading their wares, I thought I saw you,  through the west windows and againt the sky.
 
but  it was
an illusion
flowing ribbons
and very tight skirt
 
boleas bold and sacadas
flashing
your legs
were
bandanas
for the soul
 
the stacata
beat of
the milango
and sacata
swept my mind
and got my legs
and mind swinging
 
to the beat
of the
argentine
streets
and scenes
outside and
free
 
 
hh
see the world with

different eyes
and feel the world with
different feelings,
but I am a man
and I love
 
I love and I see
I see
 
 and I want
to tell others
about what i see
and
what
I
see
 is goodness
 
mom
too I
hope
 
my heart cries out with pain
my face is almost bursting with pressure
 
I am
 
I am
 
I am one
 
 
one
 
with
the
universe
 
and you
 my love
 

 

 

 

.....she will come to me in summer
in dreams
and
gladden
me
 
*****************************************
 
...I think
I will go for a walk
down
no street
and
search
for her....
 
 
Armistice  '92 Thursday
  
who was it
    the man who stood
over there
a glimpse from
the
past
 
        i thought
i knew him
or who it was
 
my glance wandered
        through the
falling rain
 
The marching over
        the elbow dressing complete
 
            and
then the silence
         but for the rain
Victoria rain
 
In days gone by
        muddy fields           
                    claimed
the fallen
 
pierced by
bullet, shrapnel or
                                    bayonet
 
unnoticed tears
            falling
  with gentle Victoria rain
 
what was it
        a shadow
 
something moved
 
the rainy silence
        larger than life
            the great war statue
 mounted on
the dwarfed cenotaph
 
my dimmed eyes moved
            on
then shot back
        something
            did move
 
the bronze statue
        was coming to
            life
 
resurrected like a
giant Ajax
  a Greek hero from
the
distant past
 
it did move
 
slow dreary paces
   up the slippery slope
egged on by
distant bag pipes
 
up the slopes to the  wail
 
advancing
            all fell in its path
 
bayonet and blood
    the enemy fell too
 
courage and
    resolve
bullet and blood
the enemy cows
 
hunger
survival
pain and agony
 
that hill will be taken
        at all costs
 
with pain and hunger
through rain and muck
horse powerful thighs
 
up the hill
courage and rifle
the hill is taken
 
mighty Ajax
made it
 
a Canadian Ajax
does the deed
 
But...
who did it
 
did the statue really
            move
 
It seems I know
him
somehow
somewhere
a long time ago
 
...and I weep for him.....
 
************************************************
 
I bleed
i bleed
I heard the heartbeat
of
mother earth
and
I bleed
 
The key
was
there
to open another door
 
*******************************************
 
 
i cry.....
 

I did see her
    thighs
        moving slowly
across the field
 
a long dress
    a bit
        of a
see-through
 
she stopped
    and
I saw through
    the see-through
 
light coloured hair
    curvatures
        embraced by panties
 
against the sun
one pace
        and nice-assed
she was
 
again she posed
    then walked
across the way
 
the aroma of cappuccino
stopped her
 
her order filled
            she
walked on...
 
puppies playing
beneath
her
see-through
dress
 
my eyes lingered
a moment or two
 ~~~from a musician

I see....
 
as through a glass
 
darkly
 
My eyes 
 
filled
 
with tears
 
my mind
 
confused
 
 
how................
 
did I get to 
 
this place
 
and how
 
do I get
 
back
 
to where 
 
I once was
 
where
 
all of life
 
was
 
without
 
sham...........


~~~cm

Wanderer -
 
when I 
 
think of you
 
the clatter
      
          within my mind
 
                      comes to rest
 
my soul
 
     is at 
 
          peace
 
 
my heart
 
       is
 
            content
 
 
could it be
 
   that if we had
 
           met
 
 
years ago..............
 
 
we could  have been
 
      
          lovers
 
 
  in another time
 
       
           another place
 
           
varied  tides...............
 
 
could friendship
 
     
      grow
 
 
          blossom
 
 
entwine two hearts
 
       
         who beat to the same
 
               
                   rhythm
 
 
and create
 
 
        Love Everlasting?  
 

~~~cm

.............simple pleasures
.............timesless treasures
.............delight us unexpectedly
 
             we must grasp those precious moments
             and savour them for all time..................................
 
~~~cm

Where was she
where did she go
 
I had a need
a need
for
an
embrace
from
a
woman
a
real
woman
 
I cried
but my pillow
was not
enough
 
where did she
go
 
was she
ever
there
~~~rm
 

one day
long ago
i
walked Grant Avenue
 
looking for someone
I did not
know
 
some
woman
who sees
as i see
 
but alone
tomorrow
i will
walk
on small smooth
stones
by the seashore
 
and long
sandy beaches
 
after the beach
stones
worn
smooth by tides
tumbling
 
and the day after that
green fields
on
the other side
of
mount Benson
west of
Nanaimo
 
knee high
grasses
will feel my legs 
as i walk
on
alone
 
under blue
and white
skies
 
looking
 
for
someone
 
i do no know
 
~~rm

care , love , bond and free
me
with you
and all of
you
 
peace be in
 your mind and heart
 
because you are there
 
with me
in mine
 

1)

his shadow
stretched
        all
            the way
and
 
 
 
 
down through
the
            ages
 
a friend of mine
    a muse of mine
 
 
organised chaos
    to a rebel
a seeing eye
 
what's an ear
    or two
            when a brush
                    can
                clear
 
a hidden sight
        with a dab
 
of reality
        in a scene
of
        misconception
 
and 
            they 
talk
                of Rembrandt
 
#2
The veil
is
lifted
 
the eyes
        that shine
see i into 
those 
eyes
and
        a sea of tomorrows
 
 pacifically
    she and i
on an
                isle
 
of drifting
sands
piled here and there
 
with fond
embraces
and foot print
memories
of
days gone by
 
seashells...
 
#3 unfinished, well maybe not....
 
        goin'   
down south
Lethbridge way
 
I must not stay
Cypress Hills
way
 
a tender trap
awaits....
 
rm

A secret tear or two. My chest is full. 
 
And you somewhere in a land forgot, amongst the cedar trees.
I see you now
In a white dress
volumous
billowing
blown full
from the
evening breeze
 
and i am quiet mow
thinking
oh, it would
be
nice now to be in Lethbridge
not far from the road to
Medicine Hat
 
planning
 
~~~~~~~~
 
and a voice
in the wilderness
right
now
 
whispering
 
can't hear
again
a whisper
 
what was it
it seemed
the breeze
whispered
your
 
 
name
 
and I saw you
in the distance
fading
 
as a shadow
disappears
in
the
twilight
 
your smile
I remember now
was beautiful
 
like a rose
 
and petals
 
fall
 
midnight.....
 
a touch of love ........

World of Change 

 
he who smells the
        winds of change
        is
a man of destiny
 
this land is his land
        he smells
            the boots
of the enemy
on
his land
 
by chance
he marched
with but
a tiny army
 
his march
disrupted
the enemy
meeting to discuss
owning his
land
 
disarray followed
next day
 
foreign friends gave
support
 
and the enemy disappeared
shamed
by bloodless confrontation
 and
paved
the way
 
sweet smell of
change
came
to his land
 
 
2)...just for you...
 
did i lose her

did i win her

showing her

that inner peace is
 
gained by inner testing
 
evoking inner
thoughts
and
feelings
 
gives way to
knowing
inner self
 
from within
a voice
of a
child
 
clears the soul
of a woman
and brings
inner peace
 
precipitous cliffs
and
perilous edges
are
handled
by
inner peace
and inner
but gentle
confidence
 
sleep
is easy
now
that you are
here
in your land of peace
 
and you and
inner peace
dwell
in
inner bliss
and
daring
 
then you are free
to
love
and cherish
that one
 
 
no steed, no galahad
but a husband
who
trolloped
a bit
 
she revenged
a bit too
 
the marriage
holds
         but
the
paradigm
is
shattered
 
 
she turned to seeker
and
walker
 
and found herself
looking
for someone
she did not
know
 
It was
of course her other
half
hiding
 
but a marriage
from a hot August night
does not last
 
and so she
seeks
a surrogate
 
an old man
a father image
almost anyone
 
and a thousand
walks
away
 
the dream
partly fulfilled now
going through
 
the
rough
motions
of marriage
 
fantasizing marriage
with the
other half
 
the old man knows
and
he
fantisizes
alone
an a cold dead world
of make-believe
 
made beautiful
by his substitute
other half
where the two become one
 
in mystical
imaginings
of new beginnings
with bells ringing
 
will she ever know

who she is

rm
the moon inched its way
        into a part
of
the eastern sky
            tonight
 
and peeked over
a small shed
and into the field
over there
 
where
you
stood
naked
last night
stripped
of
all
trappings
of
conformity
 
2)
u r my
helen keller
somehow
i've got to find
 for you
a
water gift
 
that will free you
from the
embrace
of the past
 
and give you
a new life
 
never mourn for me
for i am
happy
and will never
leave you
 
my empty
heart
will
always
love
you
 
3)
 
let us go down to
the shore today
and
sit upon those rocks
carved by 300 foot
glaciers
 
just off
Dallas Road
 
whistling and roaring
waves
blown like
roses
 
never to live
again
 
like the hundreth
rogue
 
pounfing the seashore
 
like a heart
            bursting to be
                    heard
 
i am waiting
 
she said
 she
would
come
 
4)
don't cry
for me
Saskatchewan
 
the truth
is
i
never left
you
 
natourich
natourich
i love you
 
more than you will
ever
know
 
i am alone now
now
that you
are gone
 
taken from you
a boy
of seven
 
and taken from us
you
who loved
a
son so
deeply
 
somewhere a
book
is
opened
 
and the boy
is
gone beyond
the wide ocean
 
to a school
 
to
become
wise in the ways
of men
 
but not of
nature
don't cry for me
Saskatchewan
 
5) 
you even
called me
friend
 
and now you are gone....
 
 
friend, little friend of the
 great
outdoors
 
let us one
day
again ride
barefoot
on
the songs and
notes
of
the last
time
we met...
 
rm

went to dallas road
this a.m.
 
brisk-walked
two kliks
 
headed for home
4 kliks away
 
at burnside
and finlayson
1 klik from home
 
chaos resided
some hazardous waste
 
closed off two
city blocks
 
urgency incontinence
was eminent
 
treid to go into mall
locked
 
went to car
got towel
 
inserted folded towel
around dink
 
relieved myself
into the towel
 
but spillaaaaaaage
all over
 
shit!
got the car
five zero metres
ahead
 
the doors to mall
opened
 
shit!
 
traffic grid-lock
leaked again
 
at blanchard
and saanich
 
got home last klik
one hour later
 
four kliks
in seven zero minutes
and five litres of gas
shit!
 
 
if u laff, i will torture you
 rm

it was there
a
broad expanse
of the foothills
 
fore-footed by a vast
plain of the steppes
 
a funeral procession
 
wound its way
across the snows
 
and a history began
 
a revolution, a love, a loss, an aging
a revelation
 
hand in hand
we strolled
 
amid the historical trees
 rm

 
 
FORSAKEN
 
The rages of the unexpected storm
have passed, and
I am now left
limp...............
physically and emotionally
only able to sit
lifelessly...........
staring across the meadow
toward the horizon
watching the sun sink beyond sight
the tips of the tall trees
poking into the darkening sky.
 
My life
as dreamed, now
aborted.........
like a movie, deserted
cameras, off.....
backdrops, rolled up like scrolls.........
scenes.......non-existent
lights out...........
silence.
 
Should I have known of this outcome?
 
Sitting alone
in the darkness now
weeping...........
shivering.............
without direction or hope
shaken and shocked
enough for a life-time.........
retreating...........
to a place
within.............
where dreams and chance will not be welcomed
anymore.........
where love will not find me
and no one will hurt me
ever again..........
 
cm (not mine, and is a good one)

a child
lost
in the great out there
heart strings
of the
mandolin and heart
 
Vast skies
vast mountains
vast snows
 
stepping time
to the mandolin
bright eyes
brighter than blue
 
that see into
the
seldom seen
 
and she said
oh
 
joey, it is
a terrible
time to be
blue
 
the clouds were there
and he
never saw them again
 
the chance
was there
but
 
he never saw her again
like the cumulus
clouds
of a summer day
 
time drifts
like snow forming
a snow bank
 
and he saw her again
from afar
 
and died pursuing her
and she never knew
 
but there she
was
not lost
 
who would know
but he who
sang
 
I will not let go
of
your heart
 
his heart
 
cried that day
 
 
2)  it is
when we love
we
know
we are not alone
 
it is akin to reading
where we
find 
others that
help us
know
we are not alone
 
so let us
wander fields
in green
where others
dwell
 
 
3)
i do not want to go
to you
 
now that going
is here
 
forgive me if
i love you too
much
 
experience
is
the greatest
teacher
 
that merciless friction
of
life
 
4)
who grieves
when we
are gone
 
Who grieves
when we are
finally
gone
 
5) 
fell alseep and could not decipher the drivel or scribble
 
riches form
dregs
for lurking
death
 
self is the saviour
by enlightenment
 
what is this
epiphany is within
read the bible
Matthew 25 or 18
 
 
1)
a small moon beam
    just there
beside  that star
         and
under
Sirius
        her
voice
passed by
 
to
the heavens
it soared 
she loved
 
The man in the moon
smiled
as she ascended
 
I knew her
as a
child
 
naturally curly hair
eyes bright
and blue
and a heart
true
 
one night
she listened to Dean
in rapture
focussed
 
to his notes
she tried to sing
and it was music
 
and now she listens
to the music of
the spheres....
 
2)
for bb
 
each time there is
no message
i die a little
 
last night
the moon looked on
the mountains
 
a slow moving doe
paused
and
looked
back
 
with  big brown
wild eyes
 
3) 
I walked across
the river
and
touched her
shoulder
 
i saw her voice
angelic it was
rise
to the top of a mountain
 
and soar
across
the heavens
 
it sped
and spread
to the farthest star
 
and descended
to fall
on
five billion ears
 her voice cralled inside
 
 
those two and a half
billion
souls
are
not alone now
 rm

lie with me in the purple
hug with me in the violet
 
give to me in daylight
and take from me
when the moon is full
 
give me peace and timelessness
and I will give to you
my soul
 
 
NOW, that is a good little piece of nocturnal dementia, eh?
 
 
I will walk with you in summer
and share with you
in winter
 
my deepest secrets
that bare my soul
 
for you are my summer
spingtime and winter
 
and  I love
 
my life with
 
you
 
I cannot
bear
being without you
somehow
 
In the great out yonder
I will see you in a constelltion
and put my bells on
in jubilation
 
you are my Jupiter
and my
sunrise
 
I hope to be with you
in the sunsrise
of your
 
freedom and consolaton
 rm

I will be waiting for you down there across the river and beside that clearing; where we can be one.
 
And watch the deer with shiny nose, nod and drink deep a time or two and then look up and wander off into the wood....
The wood where tomorrow begins..
 
And where we are destined to meet....

rm

Strange lonely world it is for one who has never tasted love
 
of one who had
never loved
nor
had never been
loved
 
 
---------
 
a man at that!
a man no less
a man for all things
but himself
 
a tear falls
from the cheeks
reddened
by the great
alone

rm

She Came Back
to those sea shores
she went
wildfires along
the way
 
and stayed too long
for my aching heart
i needed her voice
i needed her eyes
 
shiny eyes and
deep brown too
i needed her clasp
arms and thighs
especially her thighs
 
slow moving thighs
her shapely ass
and the way she quivers
 deep inside her i cum
 
the orgasm oh the orgasm
and she
orgasms aplenty
and that makes me glad
 
the orgasms transmit
our soul binding
bond
 rm

 

this night I watched dr zhivago
for the ninth time
I cried many times
for the ninth time
 
the music, the poetry,
the night and the love
I cried again
 
my god what poetry
what a story
what a love story
 
i like the sounds
of a
balalaika
an artist playing
they make my heart soar
 
this nite i thought of you
your piano
and your artistry
tears in my eyes
i listened and watched
a memory
 
this night
i prayed
for you
 
hpc
 
PS:
i too
like the russians
love their poetry~~~rm

 In my mind

 

 

I hold you close
and lull
you
to sleep
with soft gentle breathing
you lie there
 
a bit open are
your lips
red lips
 
eyes closed
and warm body close to mine
we drift together
 
in a stream of forgetfulness
we
drift to dreamland
entwined in body
and spirit
 
a dove of peace
a rose of redness
beautiful redness
laced into your hair
we drift
into love~~~rm

 

That statue,
at the ready
Bayonet afixed
 
Horse powerful
his thighs carried him to the
bank rim
left right and ahead he scanned
erect he stood up and into the gaping mouth
of death
 
No, not this day
this day he won the battle
machine gun nest gone
he was close to evil and used his
brain, bayonet and muscular shoulders
 
Others followed
the path cleared
 
why oh why is there war
muttered a peach-fuzz faced
farm boy from Brandon
 
Somewhere children play
and wheat fields sway
Somewhere a damsel knits
and a red-tailed hawk soars
 
and blood red flowers grow
was it a hero died in that field~~~thanks Casey~~~rm

 

...and I found her there
tucked into
cosy slippers
and
pillows stuffed with dreams
dreams of what may be
 
I lay down beside her
and we dreamed our dream
 
arms and bodies
wound deliciously close
feeding on lips
and slow moving thighs
 
and secret places
that only lovers find
 
slow moving climax moved slowly upward
and consumed us
for
all eternity~~~rm/hpc

 

 
 

butt aids

the target is the butt

careful of AIDS

its worse than herpes

so aim true

but he didn't listen

driven by unnatural calls

lucky ones must

aim true

the future is the aim

there is little in sigmoid frolic ~~~rm

I cried for you

and I cried with you
my heart is heavy
you are such a treasure
 
piano strings
heart strings
 
I sighed at your story
and I cried with a familiar love
for broken tokens of our pasts
 
my heart is now light knowing
someone loves like I do
and feels like I do
 
piano strings
heart strings
bowstrings
lost things of the past
 
tomorrow
why tomorrow sings
and sighs about yesterday
 I love
love heart strings
 
they measure
a human’s
treasure~~~hpc

The summer’s gone
and the blue skies
have turned to buttermilk skies
So let us drink to your blue eyes
and your warm heart
 
Let us walk along Jasper Avenue
arm in arm
and enjoy the crispness
of
the nighttime air
and above catch glimpses
of
the aurora
let us join the cosmic dance of the colours
and sway in 3/4 time to
a slow moving waltz
and catch glimpses of our
slow moving thighs
cast in shadows by the
 
full moon
bodies pressed close for warmth
and pleasure
 
Let us then dream the night away
to the music of our souls~~~hh
 

The fog moved over the the town last night
creating secret places for lovers to hide in firm embrace
 
I was there walking
along Grey Avenue
dimmed window light
cast dim shadows
 
out of the fog a woman
came and passed by
just an arm’s length away
 
who was that?
was it she
Merle?
Merle Oberon?
 
A face in the fog that
swept my heart away
A face
an artist’s dream
 
I wandered along
wondering
how real
are dreams
 
Joe’s Diner appeared
time for a coffee
to jolt
me into reality
but
my foggy dream
persisted
 
no lover for me tonight
mine got lost in the mist
of broken dreams
the smell
of coffee
tantalizes
 
then
on the street again
searching for a lost lover
is she gone
fog dimmed eyes peered
for a glimpse
of the real~~~hpc

“the full moon is out tonite
 
looking for lovers
 
and their passion and throbbing and pulsating
 
Selena found many in dark places
 
alone
 
 
in embraces
 
and deep smiles
 
the moon is higher now
 
now that your are near
 
loving is so hard to do alone”~~~hpc

He died overnight, Jack Layton.
 
and my heart wells up
my throat constricted
a world hope is gone
 
gone to his resting place
his wife cried, I cried
the nation mourned
 
few have had the message
spoke the truth selflessly
since Tommie D
 
mortality
only the good die young
age is no matter
 
 
he rests
with the ages
and the great
 
Jack Layton.~~~hpc

The teen-ager
he got the job
peach fuzzed face
in fact a blonde
a wide smile
wider than a young Brando
 
he could move fast and
dodge the speedy gals
to fill the milk can
swish he went to serve
Tim Horton’s finest brew
 
a quick learner
his job is permanent
even his gimpy gimpy leg
could not hold
in place
his unbridled energy
 
his smile was his
engine
limited space
behind the counter
was
 
open country to this dodger
his first job this lad had landed
he now has freedom
on payday~~~ hh

 

Poetry (3)


 
for he of the
peach fuzz
his eager eye
his eager face
 
could embrace the
world
and it would
succumb
to
his
earnestness
 
if all were like he
this world would be in safe
hands
 
my heart
and my
very soul
aches for a world full of youth
like he~~~rm

~~~~ Snows (In Apartheid South Africa)
lies
in
the
snows (of Africa south)
 
and (then) the snow
 
melted
it
may
snow
again
 
 
along with the
snows
 
a love blossomed
 
(one) spring
 
a love eternal
 
amid
the
melting
snow
 
(a teardrop unnoticed
falls?)~~~hpc

I saw her there
beside a lampost
a bunny rabbit in her arms
waiting for a taxi
 
standing in the dim light
brown eyes sparkling
A cab slowed
and stopped
she stopped
at the open door
 
looked back
hugged the rabbit
and looked at me
 
touched her hat brim
and
with rabbit on one arm
 
closed the door
and
was gone
 
and i was all alone
 
all alone
 
standing~~~hpc

A Soldier
I saw him heading out
 
to the services.
he hobbled
wth cane at 89
and a Highlander wedge-cap with ribbon
he hobbled further
 
three generations past almost
he marched
embattled
he marched
as a young man could
 
today at 1037 a.m.
he hobbled
to bid another farewell
to his
comrades
 
When will they ever learn
oh no, not the soldiers
 
the politicians and generals with their toys
 
when will they ever learn
yet the old man
will hobble again next year and
the next
maybe another
year
to hobble
to homage
 
I shed a secret tear for
all
who hobble~~~hpc
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