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Tiger, tiger

Imagine getting face to face with a huge Siberian tiger. He manages to get your entire face in his gaping mouth. You punch frantically.

He coughs in response, and you pull yourself free.Then some half-hearted wrestling. He isn’t really hungry...

Doug Blair
Plan A. There is no other.

The place spins round
And sun looks down
And moon will calm the weary.
Some battles rage
And work’s slim wage
And grief assaults the teary.
But all is mine
And comes the time
When Grace brings rest to waiting.
They know for sure

Douglas Blair
Monarchs of Their Own Realm

Amidst the grime and dirt
there’s merriment and mirth.
Children’s hands with mud and dirt
giving life a new rebirth.
Their whimpering and scampering
not ever ever dampening
chances to rip and tear a toy.
For adults, something horrible
to destroy!...

Karl Constantine FO…
Love of One’s Life.

Can I let it go?
The easy exchanges
Your adoring eyes
The jokes that
Didn’t seem
Funny to others.
Beach walks.
Rainy retreats
On the porch.
Music nights at Home.
Concerts and connections.
Introducing you
To some who could not

Douglas Blair
Billy be-jiggered and his Bible

I’ll tell ye boys
Storm up dere is a howling.
Your next shift on deck
Forty five minutes.
Terrified huh?
Well listen will ye
To that Jonah account.
God’s prophet.
Go to villainous Ninevah.
Preach repentance.
You gotta be kidding Boss.

Douglas Blair
Chicago Poet

I saluted a nobody.
I saw him in a looking-glass.
He smiled--so did I.
He crumpled the skin on his forehead, frowning--so did I.
Everything I did he did.
I said, "Hello, I know you."
And I was a liar to say...

Carl Sandburg
If I just want to chat?

Imagine that.
Your welcome and invitation
To shoot the breeze.
You, busy Webmaster
Your willingness to please.
Extended to
A forum’s newbie.
Lovers of poesie.
Still much not
In the bud.
Sounds with a thud
Or twenty dollar absurd...

Douglas Blair
The May Magnificat

May is Mary's month, and I
Muse at that and wonder why:
Her feasts follow reason,
Dated due to season-

Candlemas, Lady Day;
But the Lady Month, May,
Why fasten that upon her,
With a feasting in her...

Gerard Manley Hopki…
Apostleship Arising

I see them
Coming through the grief
And the fear
And the reproach.
Students of a once-promising
Teller of hopeful tales
Host with miracle bread
Mender of broken hearts
But somehow too soft
For this place of push
Leverage and convenient...

Douglas Blair
Fine tea, you bet.

Tangerine tea steaming.
Enjoying one here
Two AM writing on
The Ipad.
First enjoyed this brand.
At a delightful breakfast outing.
Korner Kitchen.
They made it through COVID
CRAZY reductions in seating max.
Damned blue masks all...

Douglas Blair
Meshach facing fire.

Never thought in
Any number of years
That we would face exile.
Babylonians painful pushed.
The big Kingdom was
Heart stopping.
Huge walls.
Terrifying military forces.
And all sumptuous in
The Royal Court.
Soon in eunuchs’

Douglas Blair
The Glowworm

Beneath the hedge or near the stream,
A worm is known to stray,
That shows by night a lucid beam,
Which disappears by...

William Cowper
Storm: mythical proportion.

Go ahead
Lash me to that mast
Hair away from my eyes
Double-check the rope
Canvas all let loose
I want to feel it
Full force
This huge storm
You head below-decks
The whipping
The shrapnel that cuts
The tearing wind
The voices of lust

Douglas Blair
Aunt Mary, wonderfully Danske

She talked some about Denmark.
Beautiful islanded Land.
Music, baked goods and
Blue cheese.
Wonderful open-faced sandwiches
Herring or rolled spiced pork.
Personalities like
Hans Christian A. and Jenny Lind
King Christian (50 years...

Douglas Blair
The Clod and the Pebble

'Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell's...

William Blake
Rienzi Crusz, brown in snowfall


For Anne

"This is all there is and this is everything" - JOYCE CAROL OATES

Take my poems--
I have nothing else of value to give you.
of lonely nights, faithful candles
that flamed and sputtered until
my metaphors were...

Douglas Blair
Old Man Eating Alone in a Chinese Restaurant

I am glad I resisted the temptation,
if it was a temptation when I was young,
to write a poem about an old man
eating alone at a corner table in a Chinese restaurant.

I would have gotten it all wrong
thinking: the poor bastard, not a friend...

Billy Collins
Legacy from Highway 400.

You're going to work now
in the Chair
seven months since the
pile-up on the 400
in heavy snows.
Disability stuff was
your life saver.
Now, it's the office.
you are pretty handy with
those controls.
even in tight places.
as I recall your...

Douglas Blair
Imagining a friend breaking down.

She has an answer for everything.
Much accomplished.
Two kids doing well.
Bucket loads of friends.
Paints in oils in her Back Room.
Husband hauling in big CASH.
And here am I praying
For her demolition.
Her belittling and...

Douglas Blair
Billy Collins. From the podium simply a fine tuned riot.

Fishing On The Susquehanna In July
by Billy Collins
Billy Collins

I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna
or on any river for that matter
to be perfectly honest.
Not in July or any month
have I had the pleasure -- if it is a pleasure...

Douglas Blair
Stiff and Fundamental, the words.

I have a friend
Who frequents Jesus poems.
All the points addressed
The bloody Roman Road. (cc. 5-10)
And words we groupies use to
Get a wrap on joy, on appreciation.
On remission.
BUT, but…
There will be missing
The boundless imaginings

Douglas Blair
The Rainbow

My heart leaps up when I behold
  A Rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
  Or let me die!
The Child is father of the man;
And I wish my days to be

William Wordsworth
Love Lights the Wick

Father, I love You
Seems an impoverished plea
Whereas You offer
The huge, homeward, happy, holy.
And words not always coming
From this bashful Child.
Me. Bashful?
Business guy, Family Man.
Toolbox of solutions.
Petitions neglected now.

Douglas Blair
Alice Munro: succinct splash

Our lauded writer
Has short tales
Speaking hugely.
The likes of “PASSION”.
Summer job up Hwy 7.
Lakes, cottages
And one in particular.
Grace takes a shine
To middle aged couple.
Their Son takes a big shine
To Grace, sans the fireworks.

Douglas Blair
Friends after a hiatus.

Harry, come on over
Sit down with your tea.
You’n me, how long’s it been
And winter gets us down.
Remember the months
You and I and Sam
Found the time to
Meet Sundays early for a gab.
Topics all over the place.
Face to face.
Mano a mano.

Douglas Blair
Mistress of Acadia (longfellow)

Fixed on the trail and following
Through swamp and plain and ridge
The pretty young Evangeline
Engaged for marriage.
Her stalwart, loving Beloved
Evicted by the Brits
From Fundy’s shore
To rich folklore
Acadians in fits
Of vengeance, long...

Douglas Blair
Enoch Arden (tennyson)

Long narrative poem.
Cites a sailor’s life and testing.
Took to bigger ships
To catch the bigger pay.
Wife and children, left behind.
But no, never lost from mind.
Even after shipwreck
One cruel day.
Three prevailed and washed...

Douglas Blair
Twenty Dollar Words (poems)

I think we aim too high
With the words we use so much
They’re high falootin, haughty
And they miss the simple touch.
The touch that hears some children laugh
That sees the ice-capped lake.
That walks the dog with sleepy eyes
Or pin-points...

Douglas Blair
Amos 2: uplift and warning

Remember those guys?
Never cut the hair.
Never into strong drink.
Living proof of
Unswaying followers of promise.
Parents and forebears
With smiles.
But you Jerusalem.
Backsliding vipers.
You stifle prophets’

Douglas Blair
Where Go the Boats?

Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating -
Where will all come...

Robert Louis Steven…
Fragment. Where's The Poet?

Where's the Poet? show him! show him,
Muses nine! that I may know him.
'Tis the man who with a man
Is an equal, be he King,
Or poorest of the beggar-clan
Or any other wonderous thing
A man may be 'twixt ape and Plato;
'Tis the man who with a bird,...

John Keats
Thrown Together

She is such a little darling.

Came to me from a burned out home.

Loves the hikes we take

In raw, brisk outdoors.

She gets wide eyed

Even at the thought of it.

Have shared thirteen months now.

Absorbs my joy in the winds or hunt....

Douglas Blair
Musing? Beware.

Another poet here
Says that there are muses
To thank for verse.
Sweet little imps, or something
Who jump out with an image
Or a snappy choice of words or cadence.
This is wrong.
This is occult thinking.
Ever see the film 300 (Gerard Butler)

Douglas Blair
Captive Twelve Year Old

Her eyes say she must not emote
Dining with parents, stiff, proper.
Probably twelve and posh school.
But she catches my eye
Trying not to show
In a controlled day
A controlled meal.
A controlled life.
I hear the name Eleanor

Douglas Blair

She hangs her laundry

From wrought iron balcony.

Bullet strafings mark

The white-washed brick.


Neighbour down the hall.

Almost curtains yesterday.

As he hiked empty streets.

To the bakery.

Open Wednesdays and...

Douglas Blair
The Hundred Twenty-eighth

Do you fear Him
And seek His heart at
Every turning point.
First to call for counsel
His Spirit will anoint.
The upright are the ones
Transformed, yes changed
To gladder men.
Prosperity and peace of mind
The heritage, you ken?
So keep...

Douglas Blair
Here, Racing.

There’s a silly sense
Of racing in these days
Lists too long
Rest too sparse.
This they call
The pushy bastards.
Trying to reproduce ennui.
To the detriment
Of our Race.
Breeding their bad acts
Right up in one’s face.

Douglas Blair
Mirror in the crowd

'Tis a busy afternoon in downtown Toronto,
A place more bustling than a usual day.
With coffee in hand, I rush to my desk,
Located on the fifth floor of RBC.
No matter how much the snow doth fall,
Leaving me the sole soul waiting for more,

Fozia Rehman
Master Creator Neglected

You’re proud you’re so creative
And friends will pat the back
Your next piece brings their worship
That’s a fact.
You strut just like the rooster
And cup your chin while musing
They hang upon your next word
Such an act.
But things began to...

Douglas Blair
Joseph: fatherly mentor

I find it hard

To father Him

In goodness.

God called.

We answered.

Someone had to get the chore.

The pressing delightful


But here he is at twelve years.

So imaginative

Agreeable and faultless.

Must he...

Douglas Blair
First Robin

I dreaded that first robin so,
But he is mastered now,
And I'm accustomed to him grown,--
He hurts a little, though.

I thought if I could only live
Till that first shout got by,
Not all pianos in the woods
Had power to mangle...

Emily Dickinson
Two Buddies Hobbling.

Rainy day Morning
Mechanized chair
Doggy alongside
True friends they were there.
Spry constitutional
Only one leg
Man or his Best Friend.
Each had the same.
Skipping the three legged
Urging the Man.
All was exceptional
Exercise plan.

Douglas Blair
Abraham take now thy Son…

“My Lord God, is that you,
This strange thing must I do;In taking my dear son unto Moriah,
To have him harshly boundAnd flung upon the ground,
A sacrifice consumed with holy fire?”

“Yes friend, that was my voice.I’m giving you the choiceTo...

Douglas Blair
The Panther

His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no...

Rainer Maria Rilke
Count That Day Lost

If you sit down at set of sun
And count the acts that you have done,
And, counting, find
One self-denying deed, one word
That eased the heart of him who heard,
One glance most kind
That fell like sunshine where it went --
Then you may count...

George Eliot
The Nightingale

A Conversation Poem, April,...

Samuel Taylor Coler…
Still Untouchable. Grace Nearby.

This Jesus You Mentioned

oh I gave the Book a whirl
night-times read it to my girl
stories telling how that rabbi
taught so well and healed.
quite a chap, no doubt of that.
his example got down pat
but his Lordship?
that's the part that...

Douglas Blair
In The Harbour: Autumn Within

It is autumn; not without
But within me is the cold.
Youth and spring are all about;
It is I that have grown old.

Birds are darting through the air,
Singing, building without rest;
Life is stirring everywhere,
Save within my lonely...

Henry Wadsworth Lon…
When I have Fears that I may cease to be

WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high pil`d books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols...

John Keats
The Cry Of The Children

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
  Ere the sorrow comes with years?
They are leaning their young heads against their mothers---
  And that cannot stop their tears.
The young lambs are bleating in the meadows;

Elizabeth Barrett B…
Big Wind

Big wind beats night window
Eleventh storey vantage
Winter’s Song is warning
Stay in, stay warm
My Man.
But to be so coddled
Next day without
Brisk walking
Strips the system’ s powers
And robs the thrilling plan.
Out to see adventure

Douglas Blair
Ear to Ear

Is it much to ask?
Your listening.
Your giving me the floor.
Few have time
Or decent interest.
Rather see it quite a bore.
But in times past
We might sit still
And delight in
Friends’ exchange.
And somehow we
Meet this hour Cam
As if all...

Douglas Blair
Departure, Desired

He had a good meal
Mid afternoon
Eight of family present.
Excepting Stewart away
At Vancouver
Master’s studies.
Pop had read to all
Psalm 121.
Mostly from memory.
Voice strained.
Hardly audible.
Gram gone these
Past five years.

Douglas Blair
1883. Trail of Beauty and Carcasses

Watching a series

On hardship.

Greenhorns just took

The long trail.

Hardly knew which

Ways to fail.

Wild cattle rustled

In passing. Some killed.

Beef for the bunch of them


Rustlers a worry

In darkness.


Douglas Blair
Occasioned By The Battle Of Waterloo February 1816

INTREPID sons of Albion! not by you
Is life despised; ah no, the spacious earth
Ne'er saw a race who held, by right of birth,
So many objects to which love is due:
Ye slight not life--to God and Nature true;
But death, becoming death, is dearer far,...

William Wordsworth
The Hundred and Third.

Bless Him
Bless Him always
For His Mercy
Our loving Lord.
He has set aside
Children’s iniquities.
Guiltless. Healed. Restored.
He has saved all of wrath
For the careless
For the faithless
Too busy to come.
But we know
We have place

Douglas Blair
The Poetry Contest

Did they do it at random?
A coin toss?
Did they point to
A district or sex.
Were they after
The rhyming
Or free verse.
Showing life as
Some songs
Or some wrecks.
We can all write
As poets, our pleasure.
Form be damned
If we wish.

Douglas Blair
The Wee Shop (not mine, but rather the work of famous Canadian Robert Service)

The Wee Shop

by Robert William Service

She risked her all, they told me, bravely sinking
The pinched economies of thirty years;
And there the little shop was, meek and shrinking,
The sum of all her dreams and hopes and fears.
Ere it was...

Douglas Blair
Answer To A Child's Question

Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove,
The linnet, and thrush say, 'I love and I love!'
In the winter they're silent, the wind is so strong;
What it says I don't know, but it sings a loud song.
But green leaves and blossoms, and...

Samuel Taylor Coler…
The world is too much with us; late and soon

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
  Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
  Little we see in Nature that is ours;
  We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
  This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

William Wordsworth
Robin Hood

NO! those days are gone away,
And their hours are old and gray,
And their minutes buried all
Under the down-trodden pall
Ofthe leaves of many years:
Many times have winter's shears,
Frozen North, and chilling East,
Sounded tempests to the feast

John Keats
Two Tramps in Mud Time

Out of the mud two strangers came
And caught me splitting wood in the yard,
And one of them put me off my aim
By hailing cheerily "Hit them hard!"
I knew pretty well why he had dropped behind
And let the other go on a way.
I knew pretty well what he...

Robert Frost
Ten times Ten

Reached one hundred
Sort of a target
I guess.
Poetry a passion
For decades.
Whether a victory or mess.
Says in a brief space
Says with a choice word
Or phrase.
What had been stewing
Often inspired.
Give Him...

Douglas Blair

The quivering age rings of doubt;
The fuzzy aura of social norm;
Of grandmother’s fables
On how good comes;
Of past hurts and yearnings
Wrenching head and heart
Periodically upward.
Now collect and condense into
A single point of certainty

Douglas Blair
Roger Hodgson

That white suit
And Medieval hair
Puckish musician and host.
Very large auditorium
With dazzling lights
On cue.
Starts out bold keyboard.
Agile bending harmonica.
Rooster clucking organ
And keyboard man smiling delights.
Lead guitar...

Douglas Blair
In Ezra’s Time, a Reconciliation.

It is good that I am here
More than just a house of stone
Place of rest in Israel’s God
God of all the earth alone.
They had come from Persian lords
Pleased to worship as they might
Weeping as the chains were lost
Seventy years in exile’s...

Douglas Blair
Let It Rain.


The burning of the fire

The choking of the flood

The times when cruel Adversity

Turned goodness into mud.

I knew your Fatherly passion

But whither has it gone.

You seem now to be elsewhere

Oh Father God please...

Douglas Blair
Seven Year Old is Shopping

Mom has me for the weekend.
Dad away on sales
Until Tuesday early.
She splashes her makeup
Tosses her hair
Warms up the car.
Going downtown.
Heintzman’s Music Shop.
Mom’s sort of special place.
Listening Tony Bennett
Mantovani Orchestra

Douglas Blair
The Chair

She was in the Chair
These past four years.
Movement and speech
Become mechanical.
Nifty stylus operated
By mouth and
Showing needs, hurts, triumphs.
Yes definitely when
Reverse became manageable
On the joystick.
When spring...

Douglas Blair
Cardinal’s Repertoire

I love him much
And it seems
He visits muchly.
Branch above my window
Early morning gusto.
Crimson his best asset.
Different tunes I will get.
It’ll come, it’ll come
Be yourself, be yourself
Pal of mine.
Sweet, sweet, that’s...

Douglas Blair
Out from the Chair Prison.

He sits amputated
Mechanized chair
In brisk open air.
His courage not under-rated.
The sign is brilliant green.
Homeless, please give
I’m trying to live
On my own.
Circumstances mean.
His affect seems blunted
So sad.
But just get him...

Douglas Blair
The Fiftieth (partnership grows)

Ask of me OK?

And largely.

Fathers love to give.

To lighten the load.

And you remember

My largesse

My rescues.

You are thankful

In all honesty.

Not like many I see

Who live right down

Your street.

Unappreciative. ...

Douglas Blair
Poem Remembered from Neighbouring Brant County

Harvest Time
Emily Pauline Johnson

Pillowed and hushed on the silent plain,
Wrapped in her mantle of golden grain,

Wearied of pleasuring weeks away,
Summer is lying asleep to-day,—

Where winds come sweet from the wild-rose briers

Douglas Blair
White Cane Lesson

She was on the sidewalk tapping

In the noon hour press for lunch

And I almost missed her passage

My own problems hurt a bunch.

Really just some crude self pity.

As she smiled and carried on

And her age not reaching thirty


Douglas Blair
The New Birth

The term much maligned
As men have wined and dined
And smirked at that uncommon thing.
To honour brokenness and loss
To see repentance pure joy bring.
And that is what the first Jews said
Who followed Christ
Though traitors seeming.
Tis now...

Douglas Blair
Holy Sonnet IV: Oh my black soul!

Oh my black soul! now art thou summoned
By sickness, death's herald, and champion;
Thou art like a pilgrim, which abroad hath done
Treason, and durst not turn to whence he is fled;
Or like a thief, which till death's doom be read,
Wisheth himself...

John Donne
No Man Is An Island

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's...

John Donne
The 107th

Up against it, are we?

And don’t know where to turn.

The wanderings, the hungerings

The dire straits that burn.

The crops have failed.

The guiltless jailed.

The wicked in control.

And seas will churn

Tornados turn


Douglas Blair
Crazy for the Trenches, 1914

Do you see it all

With a glow my Son.

This war that’s just begun.

Do you want to go

Do you need it so?

The shovel, boots and gun.

Gone quite glory-mad.

Don’t be troubled Dad.

With the rest I run.

The ship.

The happy...

Douglas Blair
One of Browning’s Best. Missed in This Forum

How It Strikes a Contemporary

Robert Browning

I ONLY knew one poet in my life:
And this, or something like it, was his way.

  You saw go up and down Valladolid,
A man of mark, to know next time you saw.
His very serviceable suit of black...

Douglas Blair
Upon Westminster Bridge

EARTH has not anything to show more fair:
  Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
  A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
  Ships, towers, domes, theatres,...

William Wordsworth
Warsaw September 1939

I was in Warsaw when the first bomb fell;
I was in Warsaw when the Terror came -
Havoc and horror, famine, fear and flame,
Blasting from loveliness a living hell.
Barring the station towered a sentinel;
Trainward I battled, blind escape my aim....

Robert W. Service
Shiny Harmonica

In a soldiers’ camp
With a storm at sea
Round a campfire glow
Come and play with me.
As a Mongol’s trade
For some aged goat cheese
On the quiet back porch
‘Gainst a summer breeze.
I have tunes you know
Others haunt a bit
Gentled hearts...

Douglas Blair
Sea Fever

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn...

John Masefield
Psalm 49

They opened up a subdivision

Family names the theme.

And all the dough

The kudos so

Much fuss, just like a dream.

But brass ring pull

And pockets full

Left little room for God.

And He supreme

Worth all their dreams


Douglas Blair
Drifting Yuletime

Home as storm approaches
Wrapped and warm and safe
List of chores accomplished
Panic will not chafe.
Many brought on ennui
Loved ones on the list.
Hope good cheer resulting.
Nobody missed.
But a scene now beckons.
Baby in the straw

Douglas Blair
Winter on the Farm

Inspired by a painting from Scott Kish of Toronto.

This night the snows

Will cover the crop.

Gentle like Bethlehem

Worries all dropped

Comes in the silence



Douglas Blair
Wrap Up Now

Cold has set in

And desire to keep inside

Much as possible.

Books, programs

Special meals perhaps.

But first down to the Mall

Black Friday rush

Things not really needed

But hey, the stuff is so cheap.

Christmas feelings


Douglas Blair
Bounty in Conestogo

We had it again this fall

The crops of colour

And celebration.

The peaceful thankful Nation.

And friends at hearthside too.

Who rested, naught to do

But gather, peel, roast and feel.

The legwork was all through.

The beasts...

Douglas Blair
Dove a-mourning

Something soothing in

The coo and the ploof.

His song of lamenting

Right up on your roof.

He seems to know trials

But flies up above.

His nearness a comfort.

His empathy we...

Douglas Blair
C. S. Lewis Enlightened

Psalm 37 Hits C. S. Lewis (Tolkien Helping…)

Once stern in his studies

And godless to boot

The brain his odd temple

And straining the route

To peace or discovery

To friendship of Faith.

But broken one season

When God...

Douglas Blair
From Duncan Campbell Scott

Duncan Campbell Scott

You had two girls -- Baptiste --
One is Virginie --
Hold hard -- Baptiste!
Listen to me.

The whole drive was jammed
In that bend at the Cedars,
The rapids were dammed
With the logs tight rammed

Douglas Blair
My Wife

Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,
With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,
Steel-true and blade-straight,
The great artificer
Made my...

Robert Louis Steven…
Home Thoughts, From Abroad

Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough

Robert Browning
You Have Loved Enough

I came to You with sorrow –
You said,"Come to me with bread”.
I could not make a living –
You employed me with the dead.

I chose the marble chambers –
But You sent me down below.
You kept me from believing
Until You let me...

Leonard Cohen
Between The Rapids

The point is turned; the twilight shadow fills
The wheeling stream, the soft receding shore,
And on our ears from deep among the hills
Breaks now the rapid's sudden quickening roar.
Ah yet the same, or have they changed their face,
The fair green...

Archibald Lampman
The sleeping giant (thunder bay, lake superior)

When did you sink to your dreamless sleep
 Out there in your thunder bed?
Where the tempests sweep,
And the waters leap,
 And the storms rage...

Emily Pauline Johns…
Cheetahs Tired at Sunset

The heat lets go

And Sun apologizes just a bit.

Running, such running

Did not materialize a kill

In earlier hours.


Too blasted quick

On those turns.

And warthogs had

Unprecedented pluck

And ugly tusks.


Douglas Blair
Memory of Rienzi Crusz, Waterloo, ON.

Distant Rain

Your exotic pot
of White Rose hibiscus
has never known the Island sun
or monsoon rain.
So memory for you, my son,
is without green history.
As glass and stone
have framed your dark eyes
and all you know
is that land that...

Douglas Blair

(The Wounded Canadian Speaks)

My leg? It's off at the knee.
Do I miss it? Well, some. You see
  I've had it since I was born;
  And lately a devilish corn.
(I rather chuckle with glee
  To think how I've fooled that...

Robert William Serv…
The Death of the Hired Man

Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table
Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step,
She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage
To meet him in the doorway with the news
And put him on his guard. "Silas is back."
She pushed him outward with...

Robert Frost
Enoch Arden

Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm;
And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands;
Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf
In cluster; then a moulder'd church; and higher
A long street climbs to one tall-tower'd mill;
And high in heaven...

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Music In The Bush

O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon,
  And in the west, all tremulous, a star;
And soothing sweet she hears the mellow tune
  Of cow-bells jangled in the fields...

Robert William Serv…

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