Met him after sundown
His smoke break
Back of our building
Cool and quiet
One mourning dove
Serenading from lamp post
On the street.
A Syrian, here eleven years
Shy about his English usage
Studying at an ESL group.
Making progress but
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I find it hard to go outside
To meet the Human Race
Some still wear masks
Their talk is scarce
And fears stay on their face.
A strange civility that sponsors
Stay alone.
Keep those six feet
And do your part.
Keep King Health on his... – by Wayne Blair | 48 Views added 9 months ago
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Are you alright there Mister
Your balance seems amiss?
The walking stick is helping
But not for all of this.
Help you to your car Sir?
Call your Doctor, yes.
Otherwise you seem fit
Until you hit this mess.
You say your meds have increased.
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I can waste a body
I can shatter dreams
I can raise my threat
Through a thousand schemes.
I can rob a home
I can stunt a life
I can tear the bond
Of a man and wife.
I can pull the blind
Down on hope or joy
And the neighbours’talk
I will... – by Wayne Blair | 12 Views added 9 months ago
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Calls him a Corregidor.
See this link
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The smiles and gifts
And games they play
The love they come to share
The hope of miracles anon
The food that's made with care.
The waiting and the learning now
Seem right as days reflect
A couple have brave journey soon
Full... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 9 months ago
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From Britain for adventure
She came with husband new
Lewis with family fortunes
But devilish bottles too.
She prayed for his conversion
But took a baby’s charms
To deaden his addiction
With rapture in his arms.
A year and half so joyful
The... – by Wayne Blair | 2 Views added 9 months ago
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Lake at Geneva Switzerland
(inspired by a beautiful Geneva image)
Just call into the empty
And echo sings back soon
The Alps are all around you
The sunny warmth of June.
The alpen flowers sparkle
Released from icy hold
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This our craft
This is our hope
Silly as it may appear…
http://histocall.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-poet.html
Our line of work
Is to produce ideas
Formulate them as words
Printed on paper
Distributed to friends
And perhaps... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 9 months ago
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Alone
And in a new place
One carryall
Off the bus
Little cash and
One name and address.
Aunt Ida had given this out
Along with sixty bucks.
In her precious letter.
Anna, 235 Porter Street.
Bridgewater, NS.
Taxi... – by Wayne Blair | 14 Views added 9 months ago
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Comes along a traveler
In this common track
Steeped in simple kindness
Bringing goodwill back.
Just a little simple
Does he seem at first.
But he's real, compassionate.
Yes for same I thirst.
Oh the flaws are found there
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A link to a website posting.
https://comftnhim.blogspot.com/2023/07/presenced-by-paraclete.html#more
Many churches receive little understanding of the person and power and imparted wisdom and guidance of the Holy Ghost. This website offers... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 9 months ago
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By Pauline Johnson
My forest brave, my Red-skin love, farewell;
We may not meet to-morrow; who can tell
What mighty ills befall our little band,
Or what you'll suffer from the white man's hand?
Here is your knife! I thought 'twas... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 9 months ago
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The link to website posting.
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Robert Louis Stevenson was born on November 13, 1850, in Edinburgh, Scotland. His father, Thomas, was a lighthouse engineer and the Stevenson family built a good portion of the deep-sea lighthouses along the Scottish coast. Margaret Isabella... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 9 months ago
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Crusz's preoccupation with poetics recurs in numerous poems. Of particular relevance in the present context is his own recognition that poetry revolves around metaphors. He says in the title poem of The Rain Doesn't Know Me Anymore
(which I read in... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 9 months ago
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Can it be my work
In this place is done?
Had some ideas
Some metaphors
Som zany word choices
Some fun.
Some friends who gave
Real comment
Time to time.
Or asked an honest issue
That we might climb.
Thanks and sayonara.
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White are the far-off plains, and white
The fading forests grow;
The wind dies out along the height,
And denser still the snow,
A gathering weight on roof and tree,
Falls down scarce audibly.
The road before me smooths and fills
Apace,... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 9 months ago
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Sitting in Walmart
Parking lot
Rising Sun alerts
Crows clean up
Overnight mess.
One Staffer here
Dropped off early
Curbside chain smoking
We have said nothing
To this point
Sharing cool and quiet
An odd brotherhood
... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 9 months ago
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John Wesley’s favourite Psalm.
British horseback Evangelist
Many uncertainties on
The Road of Witness.
But God was there
His constant provider, protector and
Friend.
Fret not.
Trust.
Delight.
Commit.
Wait.
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No longer at the Bank's entrance
Cardboard sign in hand
"Some change would be appreciated."
This was a vocation.
Dedicated hours.
Standing and keeping up
Positive attitude.
And the smiles.
Usually genuine.
Rain or shine.
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Coming from a small Scottish town
A might frumpish, ungarnished
Nervous sense of humour showing.
But then a pause
Entire audience still, eager
Wondering.
And Susan's voice exploded
Like incoming beams from Heaven.
With all... – by Wayne Blair | 13 Views added 9 months ago
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Knew him years before
Playing by the Grocery Store
Good guitar
And folk songs
Most would know.
Tambourine, harmonicas too.
Any time of day would do
Misty, chilly times too.
This his source of cash
His store.
Handyman yes, on the... – by Wayne Blair | 14 Views added 9 months ago
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Remember Passion of the Christ
Remember Braveheart
Remember Apocalypto?
All wonderful films
Birthed by Mel.
Redeeming messages.
In a trashy Hollywood
Of silly superheroes.
Then came his shameful impaired
Driving... – by Wayne Blair | 17 Views added 9 months ago
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Evening getting late
Third hotel try
Coastal town Rye
On English Channel
Smugglers’ hangout
Stories of Scarecrow of
Romney Marsh.
Raining and booming
Surf amplified.
Earlier at Canterbury Cathedral.
We apologize to... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 9 months ago
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I know your presence
Spirit Friend
And Guide, Protector
You happily send
The best of uplift
Every day.
Some whispers heard
Oft’ As I pray.
How marvelous your
Wisdom from Above.
Never push
Never shove.
And... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 9 months ago
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For the last fifteen minutes
Auto pilot holds the wheel
No awareness of where, or how
Just feel.
Been this way too often.
That Building’s brick cover.
Driveway getting asphalt this month.
Over back fence a schoolyard.
Catholic and noisy.
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So go ahead
Disturb my sleep
Implant your lines
and phrases deep.
The topic has been
Bugging me for days.
A Mother’s fortitude
Undying Love
And tireless ways.
A little is my own
My Momma’s care.
She knew the words
The comfort... – by Wayne Blair | 16 Views added 9 months ago
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Clearly coming it was
The dark wedge over Huron
Gusts, rage and rains
In a storm.
And the Race only
Half done with trusty
Crew of four.
Not a novel thing
Many storms battled before.
But each one its
Own pack of... – by Wayne Blair | 11 Views added 9 months ago
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I have been in cloistered places
Where the atmosphere is grave
Once a murder in Cathedral
That the King could not stop, save.
But acoustics, Man they’re special
And the loneliness not bad.
Bringing worship’s deepest utterance.
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A castaway
And hope stretched thin
The storm, the wreck, the digging in
Two shipmates lost
Their hearts broke first
The loneliness, the chill and thirst.
The gulls would teach
One errant mind
To dig the clams
And seaweed find.
The... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 10 months ago
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A famous print
Hangs in our living room
Luxury and ease pervade
No automobiles clutter
Much before that.
But elegant wagons
Walkers. Attendants.
Top hat or sweeping gown.
Poodle or whippet leashed.
Light poles with hanging flowers.
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He knows of His Power
Its limitless depth
He knows of our journey
Its length and its breadth
Each heart has His trademark
He made; He can fix
But suffering crops up
Its burrs and its tics.
A portion of sunshine
A portion of storm
A... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 10 months ago
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I am nothing very special
Little bits of history, music, art
Deposits from my parents
Their equity of heart.
Their laughter at a story.
Their entertaining yen.
Their ears inclined to listen.
Oh to see them again.
To have a kitchen
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I can hear him
And I am nowhere near
Comes with pine fragrance
This time of year.
Comes with the memories.
Paddling of old.
Comes as the Father
Fakes some kind of injury.
Snake-like, bold.
Been with us always.
Trappers... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 10 months ago
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They are out with
The school nearly closing
Summer break
And the prospects are good
Part time work
City Park
Or the cottage
Robins singing "Summer Time"
As they should.
Kids are kids
And the classroom is stifling
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They just loll and roll
The Ocean backdrop
Calling tales to mind
Passing ships and sailors
Playing at the shore.
Touching ground, laughing.
Walrus pay no mind.
Nope, they stick to sex
And child care, eating large.
Trips offshore, feeding
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Sitting down with my
Strawberry pie
June season it was.
And the prospect of chilled
Fruit delights
Woke me up.
Went online and
Quickly saw
Facebook comments
About the worldly touches
Of a certain renowned Preacher.
The one commenting... – by Wayne Blair | 9 Views added 10 months ago
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Never before been here
But today it just clicks
Been having much trouble
And I hope Church might fix.
Tried it online before.
But community is lost.
Sitting in jammies
And having some toast.
Folks at the door
All... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 10 months ago
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In a former time
She was Belle of the East
Chanteuse Cape Breton
And Celtic the Feast.
Mellow her alto voice
Mellow her mien
Praising the salty air
Bracing and clean.
Praising the miners brave.
Down to the deep.
Men who... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 10 months ago
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Going through
Boxes and boxes
Family snapshots.
Each child a wrinkled
Pink bundle in
Hospital nursery.
School at home
And playgrounds
Where Dad got involved.
Mom mastering
Their daily needs.
Now all grown.
Daughter.
Pictures a... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 10 months ago
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Gets to me every time.
Quiet, organized Den.
Dad’s Den.
Posthumously.
On the table his Last Will.
Daughter almost afraid to
Examine.
Inside an airline ticket
To England, Scotland, northern isles.
And a clue wandering challenge
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Some dark foreboding clouds
Farmers say it’s dry
Do not see things
As those who scurry about
City sidewalks.
We have our parks
June events long planned
Picnics with those loved.
Potato salad, chips, sausages
Ready to go.
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freedom is a breakfastfood
or truth can live with right and wrong
or molehills are from mountains made
-long enough and just so long
will being pay the rent of seem
and genius please the talentgang
and water most encourage flame
as... – by Wayne Blair | 14 Views added 10 months ago
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The Men of the Deep
It’s a job at least
Only one around
And it starts in dark
Leading to the Dark
As the Cage lets out
complaining sounds.
Will the runs stay clear
Of gas?
Will the passages
All hold fast.
Will my Buddies
Do... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 10 months ago
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Back from three days’
Travel to the Home Town.
Familiar roads.
Lush new fields
Redwing blackbirds..
Dairy cattle.
Seemingly we’re on auto pilot.
And delighted.
Through Stratford
And the swans in the Park.
Pilgrims to the Avon
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This would be the full
Day’s excursion.
Tuesday, July, beautiful sun.
Peeking shyly through
The fragrant cedars
To our hiking group.
Packed with supper foods
For campfire meal
Mid-afternoon.
Discordant banter en route.
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She refuses eye contact
Much too shy and
wounded in the past.
A bench in the shade.
A magazine up and down.
Smiles so subtle
And frequent.
As two little boys
Turn a swing gym
Into noisy battlefield.
Complete with screams, falls
And rat... – by Wayne Blair | 10 Views added 10 months ago
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Took three days to visit
London Ontario.
Old streets
Familiar homes
Brick and trees and yards
Preserved, perhaps improved.
Surprised at height
Of trees, once middle size.
But the people
Loved have moved on.
Both our sets of parents
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He had passed
And grieving impulses
Worked to batter.
On waking, thoughts
Would blurt out
He is gone.
Someone had removed
The trusty Back-stop.
No other death of
Any other relative
Had hit as hard.
I doubted my
Judgment and balance.
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It seems they are increasing
People who limp
Use canes
Lean sadly into a walker.
Shuffle irregularly
With one game leg.
Are developing skin
Cancers from outside.
Eagerly picking up
Discarded cigarettes.
Leaning over to look
... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 10 months ago
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We have a common
Fence.
Rocks and mortar.
Repointed many a time.
Sometimes by Art
Or by me and Brother Spencer.
Self interest was
Surprisingly absent.
Whereas in the city
Conflict would have
Gone to Court.
Naming nasty names, deeds.
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Here Miss Para legal
Take this proof of death
Obituary sent to London Free Press
Notarized copy of Mom’s Last Will.
Morticians invoice.
Names and addresses of loved ones
Included.
Nothing complicated here.
Make things happen
Wouldjya?
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There’s a Friend who
Did me much good
His wife as well.
Both on disability.
Lay ministry in the past.
Storefront Church. Downtown.
Mostly the attendees had
Mental issues and grievous
Emotional needs.
Our two friends sparkled
With... – by Wayne Blair | 18 Views added 10 months ago
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Women and children first, Folks
Too few lifeboats.
That iceberg over to the left
Bout three hundred yards now
Did the damage
At higher speed
The crash brought a gash.
Pity.
I scampered into one
Of the rescue craft.
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Yep, the complaints have returned.
Days in the thirties
Centigrade.
Sweat tickles under the arms.
On the forehead and upper lip.
Women pat themselves
With talc, tsk, tsk.
The workmen around
That big street hole
Flaunt their orange
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My hair is grey, but not with years,
Nor grew it white
In a single night,
As men's have grown from sudden fears:
My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil,
But rusted with a vile repose,
For they have been a dungeon's spoil,
And mine... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 10 months ago
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http://histocall.blogspot.com/2021/12/affirmation-in-everyday.html
Do you get the simplicity?
Letting that Other Guy
Know he matters.
A smile or kind word removes
The grief and tatters.
Sit down face to face
Family is simply
Stopping,... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 10 months ago
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Had He been able
To write with His own blood
and Fingers.
On tablet.
The import of His final services
And self-offering, passively.
The Testimony would have
Been complete.
The giving up of Himself.
Un-assisted to hateful,
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October calm
and earlier dusk.
Anton on bicycle
Scurries home.
Bread and some cheese
Picked up.
And four oranges.
Costly as silver.
Betje cooks the soup
Up on fifth floor.
Her partner is coming.
Her life
Her laughter.
He’s been at
... – by Wayne Blair | 15 Views added 10 months ago
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Delightful young Bride
Wedding week
Holiday in mountains
And jungles
Costa Rica.
Babbling streams
Verdant jungles
Birds with
Colour upon colour.
And locals
Always smiling
As they cooked
Exotic roasts.
Mixed the sweetest
Brighest... – by Wayne Blair | 9 Views added 10 months ago
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From Wikipedia
The Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire in the Greenwich Village neighborhood of Manhattan, New York City, on Saturday, March 25, 1911, was the deadliest industrial disaster in the history of the city, and one of the deadliest in U.S.... – by Wayne Blair | 17 Views added 10 months ago
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The half of Her
Is now so dark
And weary souls seek rest.
All business done
The stars have come.
So may Her dreams be blessed.
I keep the watch
As comets sweep
And oceans deep roll on.
The pulse is mine
And right on time.
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Upsets, turnarounds, stumbling
Happen every day
And much too soon
We take our tools
To fix it in some way.
No time to stop, reflect
A bit and hear the word of God
Why that is just delay, unwise
And to the world quite odd.
But why we... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 11 months ago
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Come here little one
From under that acacia
Sure I know that it’s hot
Leave the rifle there.
Leave it.
Appears to be jammed anyway.
How didya get those
Gruesome cut cheeks.
Yeah I know.
But don’t let me frighten you.
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Lives on a meagre
Military pension.
Former operative, British Marines.
Modest apartment.
Unseemly neighbourhood.
Close by favourite pub
For chess contests
With best friend Leonard.
The friend has a tough walk home
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They will come over
Hill Shihane.
Already we hear
footsteps running.
Relentless like
Some locomotive.
Running miles and miles.
Unwinded.
And then without pause.
Warfare with
Damnable cunning.
And cat-like agility.
Chief Engineer... – by Wayne Blair | 24 Views added 11 months ago
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There are markings of a ferret
Chasing a mate
Or a meal.
Dance steps of
Young rabbits
In quick love.
Field mice plucked
By noiseless Owl.
Tracks ending abruptly.
Steady gait of
A fox curiously ambling.
Bluejay wrestling
With smaller... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 11 months ago
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Can we just leave out
Denominations ?
What you do
What you don’t
With the Lord?
In the Elect, assuredly
Or a job to stay holy.
Speaking tongues
Or some prophetic word?
All these things
Making much for schism.
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Slow up the hill the plough team plod,
Old Callow at the task of God,
Helped by man's wit, helped by the brute,
Turning a stubborn clay to fruit,
His eyes forever on some sign
To help him plough a perfect line.
At top of rise the plough team... – by Wayne Blair | 13 Views added 11 months ago
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He came on stage
All courtesy, smiles
And dapper outfit.
Ed* would give him
The enthused intro.
The man threw
His voice into puppets
Or a strange
Talking box…”sawright.”
Humour was always
Clean and current.
Seemed like voices
... – by Wayne Blair | 9 Views added 11 months ago
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I remember him
Very clearly
The bum legs
And magical trike.
The smile ever
Showing in challenge.
The sidewalk he liked.
I would be on
My way to the
Court House.
Some case full of
Ennui and pain.
But there was that kid
So... – by Wayne Blair | 3 Views added 11 months ago
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She calls us
To the skirmish.
She calls us
From our leave.
The women say their goodbyes.
Scarce time to gripe
Or greave.
Our kit is packed
right quickly.
Blades all sharp and shine.
And rifles are Martinis
No better friend of mine.
... – by Wayne Blair | 20 Views added 11 months ago
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This little One
Caught a whiff
Of another pasture.
Sweeter it seemed.
Immensely inviting.
Before sun-up
Shepherd dozing.
He was off for
The Adventure.
Adventure?
Hordes of mosquitoes
In the low places.
Coyotes lurking
Behind bushes.... – by Wayne Blair | 3 Views added 11 months ago
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All the cards
Are against us now
So it seems.
God of Jacob
You attend elsewhere.
Forget all our
Resolute obedience
Through the years.
Oh sure, there were slip-ups.
But tears and repentance
Worked their work.
Now... – by Wayne Blair | 9 Views added 11 months ago
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Do I think of them much
Heavenly creatures
Immensely capable.
Assigned to protect
Those who stand as
Heirs of salvation.
The angelic bunch
Who guide, provide
Protect, advise, forewarn.
Warriors, messengers, supporters.
An angel gave... – by Wayne Blair | 13 Views added 11 months ago
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Took to me
No time at all
Damp stairwell
Downtown Memphis.
Sort of a Doberman
Mixed with standard Poodle
I think.
An attractive dark brown.
But matted with
muck of the streets
Near misses
And neglect.
The bath was a battle.
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They kept him around
The stables, corral
And Range leading
To the hills of history.
He grew up here
New Mexico days.
Boy no longer.
His 74th year.
There had been round-ups
From the wild places.
Herds free to run... – by Wayne Blair | 10 Views added 11 months ago
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Mamma Moses
We all thanks ya.
Trips and trips
You runned up North.
First with family
Who were willing.
Letting Dignity come forth.
Campfire nights
Pursuers tireless.
Stars that led
the Hopeful Way.
Grub so lean
And sleep so... – by Wayne Blair | 12 Views added 11 months ago
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His Dad is a big one
Roaring will alert the veldt
Zebras are stunned
At the quick jab of fear.
Vultures anticipate some
Good pickings.
His mothers all rest in
The late afternoon.
Hard efforts hunting
No success today.
Antelope were too... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 11 months ago
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You Sir with the red tie.
Would you come up please.
You don’t believe in any
Of this stuff, do you.
All sleight of hand, switcheroo
Smoke and mirrors, right?
You bet yo ass, Buddy.
Really nothing to it.
Just like another clown I saw.
... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 11 months ago
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He had come back
From high halls
Coaches and postures
Of London.
A Lord, and not really
Thrilled at all.
Humans seemed to
Strive and argue so.
Clan sensation only
Applied to taking property.
And that, as much as... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 11 months ago
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Just, a wee trip Laddie
When the skies are right
And the heathers’ colours
Bring true delight.
One can hear the
Pipes skirling.
The winds, the winds
And history hurling.
It’s in the Blood.
It’s in the Song.
It makes the... – by Wayne Blair | 10 Views added 11 months ago
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Here comes the Box
From polished black car
Handled slowly, respectfully
Weepingly by friends.
Gordy was the best.
Songs, images of Love
Doubt, Tragedy, Pursuit
Courageous doings
And carings.
“Pussywillows, Cattails, Soft... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 11 months ago
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Can we just leave out
Denominations
What you do
What you don’t
With the Lord.
In the Elect
Or a job to stay holy.
Speaking tongues
Or some prophetic word?
All these things
Making much for a schism.
Breaking down
... – by Wayne Blair | 3 Views added 11 months ago
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The dog thinks I’m alright
And I must get to
The Man through his pet.
No other way than that.
Wouldn’t work with a cat.
Main floor apartment building
Off the Elevator.
Pooch is all smiles
And overmuch tail wagging.
“Oh you’re just such a... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 11 months ago
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He could do it
As if spoken by a Soldier
Or a child meeting jungle creatures
Rare.
He could do it in the
Fogs of dear old London
Or the heat of India’s
Daily, drowsy air.
There were heroes
Gunga Din
And Tommy, Tommy
Facing... – by Wayne Blair | 56 Views added 11 months ago
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He is giving it
His best shot
With a little boy in hand.
Mother left them
Without warning.
He can barely understand.
Lodgings come and go
By Providence.
Meals are earned
By loose change dropped.
Some of mine
And conversations.
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My personal Bible
By the easy chair
Is now featuring
Taped in snapshots.
Old and new
People dear
And places viewed.
Formed a life
Of blessings
Probably, you first read the title
And thought of some
Child’s Illustrated Bible.
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The music began complete with fiddles, banjo, drums, accordian and trombone. The old favourites brought a comfort and an encouragement. "Got Any Rivers? You think are uncrossable. Got any Mountains? You can't tunnel through. God specializes in... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 11 months ago
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It is enough that
He designs the Pathway.
Trials overcome by
Leaning on His power
Self-assurance just
A fool’s game with
Sad endings.
Clinging, yes unto
this very hour.
Comes to mind
Past times when
Rescue seemed doubtful.
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She was in the Mall
Food Court.
Two daughters
Wheelchair bound.
Living In Cambridge ON.
These past several years.
Wearing a smart beige suit
Well groomed but
Well out of date in cut.
Hair dyed a subtle
Gray blonde.
Every bit in place.
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Little Mother
Build your nest
Right beneath the eaves
Husband helps with
Wood stuffs, grass
Proudly oft, he leaves.
Soon the sound of
peeping young.
Their demands are hard
Food to sling
The major thing.
Flying o’er the Yard.
This the... – by Wayne Blair | 11 Views added 11 months ago
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It has come to this.In a way, I'm glad.
The dank, dark daysIn the cell.
My partner's constant rehearsal of our Foul-ups.
The robbery gone bad in the uprising.
So quickly to the street.
Wooden beam thrust
On our backs.
Rome's disgust shown,
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Again to be here
When none other might care.
Be the motive of fear
Or of gratitude rare.
I will run to this space
Just to unload my heart;
Yes a quieter place
Set a little apart.
And You come through the gray
In the brilliance of love
And... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 11 months ago
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There is a place
Panic pushed aside.
Transporting smoothly
As if a train ride.
Closed in, but still spacious
Covering distances forgot.
Food, warmth, resting.
Hostilities NOT.
And where is one headed?
Could only be good.
How came all... – by Wayne Blair | 10 Views added 11 months ago
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All day long in bushes
Baby rabbit slept.
But with darkness coming
Little female lept.
Subdivision pavements
Room to jump and run.
Brother showed her play-time
Exercise and fun.
But a teenage driver
Home from party wild
Didn’t see the... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 11 months ago
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Cover your ass
And blame shift
Make the outsiders pay
Look out for Number One
And family.
Pick up the gab. Today.
Such hurtful talk.
Somebody thinks it’s true.
Gossip that’s
Self-exalting
Long as it doesn’t
Smear you.
Negative seems... – by Wayne Blair | 11 Views added 11 months ago
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With his second Wife.
Baby Son.
Guy in his fifties.
Housing up and down.
Questions and more questions.
Children’s Aid?
Disability watchdogs also.
He is at his post
On a traffic island
Under stoplights.
Casting down shame
And anger and... – by Wayne Blair | 13 Views added 11 months ago
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Balcony looks over
A school yard
And community Arena.
(Late night hockey yells.)
By the bell from the school
Kind of helps our regimen.
As morning coffee
Is enjoyed, Canada Geese
Yodel on by.
We are topmost storey
Get the teases... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 11 months ago
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Harmony is not beyond us
It is found in Triune Love
And our Lord has prayed for teamwork
In the folks who rise above.
He asked Father for our entrance
Into unity of God.
Still we know our many foibles
And His hope seems mighty odd.
But it is... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 11 months ago
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It seems I must
Carry it all.
Decisions and action
My thing.
So tiring, I stumble
And fall.
Giving God place
That’s the thing.
A serious surgery came
Not my place to
Interfere then.
Flat out in that
Hospital bed
I heard... – by Wayne Blair | 57 Views added 11 months ago
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There is room to disagree
If the tempers stay in check
Fully canvas what we see
Not about one’s own red neck.
But it seems the Town’s gone soft
Wouldn’t dare to make some waves
Placid, milquetoast
Now the norm
Zest-less neutrals show most... – by Wayne Blair | 17 Views added 11 months ago
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I am following him closely.
Three days now.
Good retainer and expense cash.
Divorce.
Photos with the dummy
And his little Tart.
Recordings.
Dubious witness statements.
Scorned Missus is
A pretty number herself.
Dressed smartly.
Right... – by Wayne Blair | 18 Views added 11 months ago
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So the whole idea
Of community sharing
Commenting.
Somewhat misses it.
Largely misses it.
The poetry contests
Much too random.
So many to read
Before the vote.
Did poets remain
Anonymous throughout?
Bad idea when perhaps
The name... – by Wayne Blair | 19 Views added 11 months ago
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Every week day morning
As I bus to my factory
He gets on two stops after Terminal.
Stainless steel canes
Wrapping his forearms.
Clattering happily.
Might have waited
Twenty minutes outside.
Snot dripping.
Mighty gloves, scarf.
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Had He been able
To write with His own blood
and Fingers.
On tablet.
The import of His final services
And self-offering, passively.
The Testimony would have
Been complete.
The giving up of Himself.
Un-assisted by hateful,
heartless... – by Wayne Blair | 9 Views added 11 months ago
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He captures mangrove swamp.
With bellowing gators.
Lacy white egrets.
Popping sounds of bream breaking surface.
Very special finesse and mood.
Bad guys just keep showing up
From the mottled past of
Detective Dave... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 11 months ago
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Children bound to toil and tears.Thought the shame of former years.
Woe, the heart that never hears.Some are fettered still.
Children bent to rake and hoe;Torn from play by plague's death-throe.
Scratching dust to make it grow.
Some are fettered... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 11 months ago
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Sam and Mary Walsh
Actual names of parents
Living in North Peninsula, Michigan.
At the outset of horrors
Seventeen years ago.
Malorie read the purported
Book of Census.
And wondered. A reunion.
Four of those years spent
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crossed a line
With prayer
Hard to trace
How I got there.
Years of asking
Thanking, whining
Standing in the gap
Expressing wonder.
But too much of that yapping jaw.
As if merit might be measured
That way, but NO.
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None will hurt nor destroy
In all my holy mountain
Having peace, praise
Purpose and plenty
Names of the godless
Forgotten by curse
Fire and destruction their wages.
But my people
The remnant who earnestly
Sought me with tears
They shall... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 11 months ago
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Long live the King!
May 6th, 2023.
Westminster Abbey.
The Robe was heavy
Upon donning.
The Crown a thought
Upon the mind.
Leaving all commonplace behind.
It’s duty, long awaited
Commonwealth contemplated.
And... – by Wayne Blair | 9 Views added 11 months ago
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He was sleeping
Stretched flat
On a a customer bench
By a table
At McDonalds.
Before him empty coffee cup
Muffin wrappings.
Economy copy of black Bible.
The HOLY BIBLE.
What was the story here.
I dare not wake... – by Wayne Blair | 18 Views added 11 months ago
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You know your place.
You search Christ’s face.
You know the New Man has arrived.
Your lusts locked up.
Yes led to death.
The Old Man spends his failing
Breath.
You seek the truth
Now mean lies past
And stealing, all
Oppression gone.
The... – by Wayne Blair | 2 Views added 11 months ago
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Each morning they
troop out their doors
Attentions bent to internet.
The little screen
Has grabbed their face
And pulled them from
A better place.
The grand outdoors
The brand new sun.
And robin song.
The little children
To their... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 11 months ago
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Came to myself
And the sight was not pretty
Came to myself
In a mud-spattered mess.
Father had rendered
My share in the family
Knowing full well
That it scarcely could bless.
Friends had been fast
As I opened the purse-strings
Life had... – by Wayne Blair | 2 Views added 11 months ago
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The child kicked at leaves.
Mother was with others
On a bench.
PD day, away from school.
And time to re-connect.
Mom absented the Job.
Dad had died two years back.
Aneurism’s cruelest theft.
And Boy missed the
Man in his life.
Missed the... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 11 months ago
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How many times is conversation
Stripped to the bone?
One eye looking for
A way of escape?
Lists of to-do being
The compelling Master.
Words offered mere truisms
Neutered expressions of convention.
Silly filler convention.
No value added.
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You have heard the Truth
Been translated by it
Out of a world of darkness.
Privileged to know God
As portrayed by His
Courageous, incomparable
Son, Jesus.
We have told you the Story
You tell others.
Creation had full teamwork
Of the... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 11 months ago
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Mamma Moses
We all thanks ye
Trips and trips
You runned up North.
Grabbing captives
Pressed for freedom
Letting dignity come forth.
Common name
You hardly had one.
Chattels simply come
When hailed.
Or the Whip is
Quick to follow.
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The wedding gave a chance
To think on those in lineage
Hurts and hopes of forbears
The gold in family line.
Now this fresh young couple
Respecting vows they crafted
Rings exchanged quite endless
A union for all time.
Didn’t God envision
A... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 11 months ago
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New Brunswick
The long red flats stretch open to the sky,
Breathing their moisture on the August air.
The seaweeds cling with flesh-like fingers where
The rocks give shelter that the sands deny;
And wrapped in all her summer harmonies
St.... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 11 months ago
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He was a genealogist.
Newspaper guy.
Biographer.
Nephew of Mark Twain. Samuel Clemens.
The oldest book in
My possession is his creation, 1899.
“A Ken of Kipling.”
In it he describes Rudyard Kipling’s
Intense yearning for knowledge.
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Power of Agreement, Anointing
Something happened on that floor.
Auditorium .
Beat and expectation.
Unavoidable smiles.
Yearning to sing.
Oh, but I’m not a Singer.
Yeah, so what, Girl?
Let it out.
In this place we get it.
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Coming to create
Not yet knowing
Topic or style
Nifty words or cadence.
It might take a while.
But you have gotten me past
Readership, numbers
Following of note
Let it not be Doug.
But rather words you wrote.
Some topic troubling
Or... – by Wayne Blair | 129 Views added 12 months ago
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It happens and
You think your world is shifting
Once you had the brave
Tales, scenes, values.
Now all is drifting.
Words were novel, catchy
They came from sources
Arresting.
Now the dullness, sameness
Is so very testing…
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Do you love?
Not with the glands.
Not from some needs list
With gaps showing.
Not to silence
Echoes of loneliness.
Not in the panic
To parent.
Not to conform.
Not for that patient
Listening ear,
Willing to hear
Yours and yours alone.
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Gary was the newbie.
Summer student with
The Grounds Crew on campus.
Early spring clean up.
Fallen branches mulched
Brooming the sand accumulations
In the parking areas.
Setting out, securing of
Seasonal furniture.
Replacing severely... – by Wayne Blair | 17 Views added 12 months ago
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You see him, Lord?
You see him?
For years this awful mess.
He scarcely can express himself
Can’t even wash or dress.
His antics get folks going
They fear what might come next.
He roars in hot frustration
Sore lonely and sore vexed.
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I used to have His Glory
Feeling His warmth
Touch, whispers.
But the one unanswered prayer
Repeated oftentimes.
One stinging disappointment
Stole it all.
Darkened the mornings.
Made the words of Gospel friends
Seem shallow, feigned
Out of... – by Wayne Blair | 15 Views added 12 months ago
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Nothing cloistered.
Not much in the evangelical
But really a healthy dose of conscience
And gritty resolve.
Never too late, yaknow.
He was button down
And by the clock.
Managing tirelessly
A bunch of young bureaucrats.
They could not... – by Wayne Blair | 12 Views added 12 months ago
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Alexander Peden, outcast
It was that Sabbath.
Last one inside the Kirk.
Preacher Peden shook hands
Smiling with that slight hint of courage…
Brethren, women this is it.
Thanks for showing
In spite of drizzle.
So what is drizzle
In... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 12 months ago
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We were having a “business lunch”
Couple of audit projects
At the Office.
Pleasant, quiet little Bistro.
Tried a few times.
French onion soup and buns.
Delicious butter.
Delightful newfound herbal teas.
Each time here, feeling more relaxed.
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My sore ran in the night
Sleep denied
Wept and cried.
Why Lord
This abandonment and shame?
I have not denied your Name.
And villains mock
They taunt my faith in You
And now my life pursue.
Do you not arise
For sake of the meek?
Tempered... – by Wayne Blair | 11 Views added 12 months ago
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I just want to share this poem by Archibald Lampman (1861-1899).I can remember enjoying the drive east on Highway Three from Blenheim to Morpeth. Just before you reach the turn-off for Rondeau Park, you will see a small church- memorial and... – by Wayne Blair | 49 Views added 12 months ago
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Why can’t you just listen?
Why can’t you just pause?
I hurt and I want to explode.
There’s nobody else here.
I’ve come just to you
To rant and release this hard load.
But you have your Gospel
And hurt once or twice
And think that you now... – by Wayne Blair | 3 Views added 12 months ago
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Never alone
They said at the starting
You would be there
Through thick and through thin
Never a chance
Your ever departing
Happy to hear this
I just walked right in.
Heard of your shame
And pain on the Hilltop
Heard of the folk
Who... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 12 months ago
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We have this time
Classmates in English Lit.
Chairs adjoining.
But now Cafeteria
Eleven AM Wednesday.
Warm coffee, muffins
And Neil Young, Joni Mitchell
On the Radio.
Intimate corner of the room.
Your essay topic
Has brought on the... – by Wayne Blair | 19 Views added 12 months ago
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The system is racked with strain
Sleep scarcely brought relief.
Too much grief. Too much grief.
All yesterday spent
Advancing on the Hun.
Thought we had them on the run.
A crazed momentum of
Dreamed bleeding conquest.
We gave our best.
And... – by Wayne Blair | 9 Views added 12 months ago
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He was dying and things he said on tape.
(Brandon said.)
Put the blame not on my brother Ken
But on his brother Curtis who
Ran the auto body shop which
He had bank rolled.
The shop also defaced registration imprints.
Numbers on stolen... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 12 months ago
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She kissed me when she said good-bye—
A child's kiss, neither bold nor shy.
We had met but a few short summer hours;
Talked of the sun, the wind, the flowers,
Sports and people; had rambled through
A casual catchy song or two,
And... – by Wayne Blair | 12 Views added 1 year ago
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PSALM 85
It makes little sense.
Finding a place of co-existence
For mercy and truth
For righteousness and peace.
God is so lofty and pure.
We are smudges
Of disappointment and doubt.
But at the Cross, reconciliation.
God abandoning His... – by Wayne Blair | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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He’s new to this district
And found us in prayer
All down by the river
Our burdens to share.
We women were needy
We women were dry
We women were hopeful
That God would come by.
And fresh from the harbour
There came this strange man
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There is a spot
Next to Wendy’s Fast Food.
Lots of trees
Awaiting leaves.
Next to a small
Creek
running clear
And lyrical.
The crows are above
Many of them.
Black and boisterous.
But their cries hold
The magic and promise
Of May... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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His Hands are wet with my clay.
Spinning, spinning.
Shaping, shaping.
His Mind already holds
The beautiful Design.
The figure and fascination.
That I am yet to be.
His Way.
His Peddle pumping.
There has been no squeezing... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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I love you Jesus
Love you. I will start with this.
Each day I am confident
Of your Compassion.
Courage. Calm.
Caretaking.
Coaching.
There is not a place for
Self-confidence
Self -serving
Self-absorption.
Self-reliance.
You have... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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Last two days in April
Thumbed his way
From Hamilton smoke and chimney
To bright breezy beaches
Of Dover.
Tad bit early but
Daffodils were out.
Robins and doves were back.
Looked like a green light.
He boogied south.
Light packing... – by Wayne Blair | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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ANTHEM FOR DOOMED YOUTH
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
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The prop boat is wonderful.
Reeds, branches, mangroves
No problem, Wanderer.
You just skim over.
Easy to get lost in here.
Better have your compass
Dear Dumb Ass.
Portable radio giving out
John Lee Hooker and B.B. King.
Bonnie... – by Wayne Blair | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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The prop boat is wonderful.
Reeds, branches, mangroves
No problem, Wanderer.
You just skim over.
Easy to get lost in here.
Better have your compass
Dear Dumb Ass.
Portable radio giving out
John Lee Hooker and B.B. King.
Bonnie Raitt.... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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Illicit sidewalk trades.
John Lee passed through.
Guitar case, folding chair
Hat for the money
That oughta do.
Drummer with his rolled joint.
Keyboard scampering true.
Handshakes from some crowd friends
Loving Hooker so blue.
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We talk about it too much
Rain and wind and chills
And such.
If sun comes out
We cheer, guessing
Gorgeous spring is near.
In elevators we bring
It up as we are going up.
It governs baseball
In the park.
It’s what gives class
To Noah’s... – by Wayne Blair | 14 Views added 1 year ago
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I am the Shepherd and
I am the safe fold.
I am the Priest and
Also the sacrifice.
I am the Envoy and
Also the message.
The Vision and
The light of the world.
I am the servant
Who is worthy of
King’s throne.
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She was at the concert, alone.
Night time
Heart of Detroit
By the River.
Cobo Hall.
Many Gospel events.
This one, Morris Cerullo
And team.
Morris just a little man.
Jewish, born again, Messianic.
Voice and heart large, deep.
Like a lion.... – by Wayne Blair | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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It is good that the bus
Will take few minutes more
You have started this route
On a new job.
I have been going
To mine over twenty five years.
Many are faces never
Having volunteered
A name or a fact.
Just that acknowledging
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Is it that rough for you, Christian?
Can’t keep your feet on the ground?
Waves pound and noise seems horrific
Dreading the spray and the sound.
Yes now your sea is all boisterous
Can’t hear the call of the Lord
What’s that He said through... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Holiday visit to friend
Moncks Corners
Small place northwest
Of Charlston.
Civil War memories
Of courage, waste.
City can’t shake it
Nor want to.
Childhood playground for
Poe before his horrors.
But back to the morning
Buddies... – by Wayne Blair | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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Small rock Island
Cottage fits four
Rudest of docking
Summer bids more.
Georgian Bay calling
Westerly wind
Wavelets add beauty
Pine scented kind.
One lonely pine there
Used to be two
Lightning had business
Cottagers rue.
That storm... – by Wayne Blair | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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Dixie went to the
Convention Centre.
Whole districts locked down.
The sound of megaphones
Hammering out warning.
The levee had been
Compromised.
Stuff of hurricanes.
Walls of water, mud,
Branches, human waste and
Body parts rushed... – by Wayne Blair | 17 Views added 1 year ago
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Saw some this morning
Shaded expressions
Shoulders slumped.
Steel toes and blue jeans.
Fatter ones wear sweat pants.
Waiting for bus.
Same schedule and dedicated passengers.
Nobody talks.
Cellphones compelling.
Thirty percent still
... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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Four fifteen A M.
Just like the alarm.
He is singing merrily.
All kinds of weather.
Knows there are worms
Out there.
Some mornings sidewalks littered
With flesh.
Branches for a new nest
For the Missus.
And MUD.
Had a bit of a blip.... – by Wayne Blair | 12 Views added 1 year ago
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Is something burning?
No, I don’t mean toast
Or anger.
I am talking some issue
Some ideal.
Been on your heart
In your mind, for days.
A poem in the birthing.
Could God be helpful
In the unraveling?
Ask Him.
Talk to... – by Wayne Blair | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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Ever lost a Friend?
I mean COVID business
Put him under the bridge.
He is staying there.
Recently a grandpa with
Another coming.
That and his white cat.
Online employment
Friends have trundled off.
A former Pastor.
... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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Students gang up here
All night in studies/laughter
April papers, exams
Bunch of crams.
Bunch of hopefuls.
Bigger debt fed.
Burger, fries fed.
Career ideas, Daddy led.
Lots of theory.
Hands on, where?
Sleeplessness.
... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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I drove the Town
With windows down.
And robins’ cries
And young girls’sighs
Would visit and just say
Let’s chill.
The coats are off
And sweaters too are doffed.
It’s time for us to romp
Those pavements dry.
Dried leaves will scrape
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They are outside Town
With their strange noisy Church
And the tongues might
Be heard from the street.
It’s all signs and wonders
Just like Swaggart and friends
Must admit his piano was sweet.
We have our doubts
Here... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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The bonfires stoked
The night stars dreamed
Mid hopelessness
The touch of God
It seemed.
To not let go.
To curb the tongue.
To write rich memory
Of days when young.
And scan that line, yes
Friend, in each spent day.
To persevere and... – by Wayne Blair | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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I can waste a body
I can shatter dreams
I can raise my threat
Through a thousand schemes.
I can rob a home
I can stunt a life
I can tear the bond
Of a man and wife.
I can pull the blind
Down on hope or joy
And the neighbours’talk
I... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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This was to be a simple evening
The Babe at rest, breathing deeply
Perhaps dreaming vaguely
Of Heavenly origins
But only sifted through
A babe’s awareness.
The Mother re-visiting
The strenuous journey
Now days past.
And pressing sense... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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She grieves.
Food, drink, flowers
Embraces and condolences.
The mess all gathered up
The friends all gone.
The big poster of Carlos
Dear departed Carlos.
Take it home for the Closet?
Or no.?
Fearfully the approach to Lawyers’
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They came to our
Holiday Cabin.
First one, the big one
Seemed uncommonly
Friendly to our
Little girl. Wen.
Playing with her, gently.
And grasshoppers.
All four of them
Insisted on entering
Our rented place.
Access denied.
Hell of... – by Wayne Blair | 19 Views added 1 year ago
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Found him
Rainy day in stairwell.
Barely able to look up.
Muddied.
Bruised or blood stained
In left hindquarters.
Did not want to look up.
Expecting only the worst.
Again.
No leash, tag, indicia
Of an Owner.
Seemed to be a whippet.
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Let the Word live for you.
In you.
Through you.
Bringing a kinship
With many ransomed.
Hurting and begging
They came.
You came
And observed compassion
Undiluted
Uncomplicated
By Fashion's push and pull.
The Master... – by Wayne Blair | 12 Views added 1 year ago
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They are not vain or puffed up
Allowing themselves as
Focus of every talk with neighbours
Offering only a wide smile
And gracious tail wagging.
They are gentle and kind
Never harming or upsetting
The Babe, vulnerable in
Open stroller.
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Bench
Close to one another
Gramma holding tight
The market basket.
Teenage flipping repeatedly
Skateboard into his hands.
Relaxed.
Gramma giggles
With gloved hand covering.
So you like that
Do you Ma’am?
Watch this one then
Nearby... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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She took a bike hike
With the boys
To nearby cannabis merchant.
As if it were for milk or smokes
Or magazines’ news fare.
But here she was with youngsters
Set to trip the recreational
Gig, session, pain relief.
Who knew?
She took the... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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Convicted and convicting.
Not always chapter/verse.
Everyday, some place
With someone.
Being that witness unto Jesus.
No backwards collar.
No certificate on the wall.
Just your deeds, casual conversation.
Music or... – by Wayne Blair | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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They have composure
All things considered.
The cold and rejection.
Jokes about joblessness
Shiftiness.
Infection and skin cancer.
Loneliness sore aching.
So now they make
“Tent City”
Close to Train Station
Community of like minded.
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My place of residence
These last 36 years.
Formerly Berlin Ontario
Fights over the Kaiser’s statue
Dumped in Victoria Park Lake.
Re-named after
First world war hero.
Largely stock of Scottish, Irish
Polish, Russian, Slavic
Hungarian.
Post... – by Wayne Blair | 18 Views added 1 year ago
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The link
https://sites.google.com/view/couldnaguessed3/home?authuser=1
Nights of joy
Just tapping
As images appeared
Poems and songs in video.
Providing help with fears.
With unbelief so nasty.
Or confidence shot to hell.
This website... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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“Has that poor woman delivered
Her baby yet. Three
days now.”
April 6, 1951.
London St. Joseph Hospital.
Came out bawling right away.
At the indignities.
This one’s a talker.
April of 1956
Kindergarten class.
Doing face in the corner... – by Wayne Blair | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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If rhyming you desire
When soul is set on fire.
The hallowed heights
Where nothing could go wrong.
Then let these words
Bring heart
In someplace far apart
Where you and God
Review His works so... – by Wayne Blair | 28 Views added 1 year ago
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Thinking such images
Early evening after
Violent flu bug.
Music video.
Chris gets into
His old pick-up.
Driving up the elevation.
Thriving conifers.
Then a stretch of fire burnout.
Followed by the peaks.
Running wild horses
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Daughter Lauren moved today
With Steve.
Goodbye Kitchener.
Hello Listowel.
Commuting back to Same good jobs.
leaving mother Janice and
Hilary and me, behind.
Well, almost.
House was forum for
Hospitality
Solace
Recovery
My healing time
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(Wrote this piece while dreaming.
Seemed so real
But the tablet was in the Living Room.
Distant, resting.)
Flu bug badly
Aching stumbling
Muscle cramps
Balance bad.
Fell twice from
Lousy balance.
Body said, “get you down
In yo bed... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Last week
Performance
Harmonica Group
Rockway senior centre.
Ninety minutes
Or thereabouts.
I threw in some Improv.
Not in the list
Strict list for performing.
Rick stopped full
Dead in his solo.
Could not adjust, continue
Looked... – by Wayne Blair | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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You have heard me out
I’m a Friend devout
And I take this time
To tell you Jesus lives.
He has hope in store
Healing, comforts more
And assurance heavenly
He gladly gives.
Dump the long list sad
Deeds and words so... – by Wayne Blair | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Elvis
The had-it-all King
Memphis.
Basic Training. Korea.
Hollywood
Vegas.
Endorsements in
crazy places.
But then memories of
Sister Rosetta (Tharpe).
Smooth throaty Gospel.
Guitar mastery.
Didn’t it Rain Children?
Martin Luther... – by Wayne Blair | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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Big backyard in primary years
Grassy, spacious, lilies near.
Looked expecting
Yes again
Bunny visits without fear.
Nuzzles grasses
Pads large f
Floppy ears don’t skip a beat.
Robin trots beside him bold.
Back from Chesapeake, I am told.
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Victor, the Great Dane.
Danish and out of
Wartime Occupation.
Ed Sullivan laughed with him…
Imagine, Ed laughed!
Followed much more fun his way.
Keyboard over-run.
But not until some spoofs
On opera, composer styles
Late guests down... – by Wayne Blair | 22 Views added 1 year ago
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My Mom’s favourite scent
Market Garden near Sparta
Coloured feminine things
delicate hues each spring.
Huge fields blessed in France
Invitation romance.
So soothing and pure.
Let lavenders... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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He write of Detroit
And later California shores
Encounters, Jew jabs
Stimulants and bores.
The grinding factory
Old stores torn down.
Coloured districts
Songs Motown.
Auto assembly beat
Smoke never clears.
Long way to Dearborn.
... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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I ply the streets with music
Stores or park or square
Wherever folks are busy
And needing peace and care.
The songs seem almost corny
The stuff of Grandpa’s Rest.
From campfire or Ship’s belly.
Harmonicas play best.
And sometimes One
Will... – by Wayne Blair | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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My wife will soak her feet
Takes away all aches and pains
From the day’s hard stressors met
From her age a-grumbling again.
Salt, an elemental thing
Drawn from sea or deep earth’s vein.
Nothing there of manufacture.
Nothing there of brain or... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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Heard one this morning.
Unfamiliar.
But Neil Sound, for sure.
Brother Loves Traveling
Salvation Show.
Clearly, beautifully
Manifests the Gospel
On the Road, and for good.
Dusty vagabonds of choice.
Campfires. Angel choirs
The Way they... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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April Fools Day, the first.
Yeah, that’s a good one.
Coincidently the Elmira Maple Syrup
Festival.
Happens in large measure.
Will miss that one.
Happily the skies have cleared.
Concession owners will all be thrilled.
They say Town... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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We were listening
To a CD with
Susan Boyle and a baritone Guy.
Interesting?
Some middle aged Scottish woman.
A spinster of years.
Singing of Love Indescribable
Almost prohibited .
A Phantom of the Opera, distorted.
A beautiful woman beyond... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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A Border Collie something
Now leashed and in the rain.
The Old Man’s constitutional
No pain. No gain.
He talked to her in low tones.
She seemed to take it in
The path rehearsed
The mile traversed.
They made like young.
Time and again.
If... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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She caught my eye
A-strolling
Her Mother searched some rack.
She flirted with her blue eyes.
Mine flirted back.
Not reached, her first
Of birthdays.
No language filled the gap.
But she watched me
And curious.
just fancy that.
This Old... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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I crossed it once
And it burned and parched
and stressed.
A dismal Trek of desolation.
To one who thought
Faith always brought the best.
But prayers gave waters
By their persistence
And showers natural
Filled the pools.
A testimony
Let... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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She came to audition
Jolly good venture
Frumpish, plumpish Scottish
And Simon rolled his eyes
The lights then changed
Sounds re-arranged
All judges were SURPRISED.
Where was the cool?
Not showing.
Some giggles fore and aft
But as she made... – by Wayne Blair | 36 Views added 1 year ago
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I have been missing
I know.
Not up for bowling, cards or a show.
See, I have been sick.
Tired right out.
Makes me depressed
And given to shout.
Thought it was time
I gave you a Reason
Why the no-show in
This precious Season.
Oh I knew... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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The bad guys with the
Assault weapons
Miss him every time.
He has a hand gun.
One shot and
Three thugs drop.
While the fortress alarms scream
Out their disapproval.
James Bond.
He always has strange
Alter egos.
Bird watcher.
Salesman.... – by Wayne Blair | 122 Views added 1 year ago
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Bob would make
His retreat from Factory
Pick up chicken salad on rye
Red grapes. Bananas.
Havarti cheese.
Look for mail in slot
Change to sweat suit
Head out back
For hours of hobby
In wood chipping
(Started it one summer
Rented cottage.... – by Wayne Blair | 21 Views added 1 year ago
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Did you see it/him?
Half hour back
Greenish gray thing.
Passed
By our house on Queens Ave.
Kicked through garage siding..
Crash bang with a bunch of tools.
Some borrowed from Ned Wilson. Oops.
Smashed through opposite wall.
Easily.
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Lived two doors west
Of my parents. Regent Street.
Near Gibbons Park.
Widowed long.
Always a sweet word to us.
Sign in the window
For Neighbourhood Watch.
Husband Chester gone.
Remembering one summer’s day.
Dad and I re-shingling
... – by Wayne Blair | 15 Views added 1 year ago
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was Ryerson in Toronto
physics, cathodes in a rush
And the docks of venturesome
Halifax
for that Britain Battle push,
luxury liner did the passage
young men eager for their post.
soon the sick-rail leaning, over
and those friendships... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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A tribute to his masterful poem narrative…”Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce” true aboriginal history.
I have read of
The mindful retreat of
Younger Chief Joseph
Of the Nez Perce
Before Howard, Sturgis
And Miles, the one with
The... – by Wayne Blair | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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Frail and homely thin
Pointed Jewish chin
Turtlenecks
Black or fray.
Coffee shops and smokes.
Montreal he pokes.
Scenes and sweets
And sours ‘long the way.
Bakeries, chocolate too
Tourist shops that do
Tout the syrup, maple
Pretty... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Griffin calls to come and kiss him goodnight
I yell ok. Finish something I'm doing,
then something else, walk slowly round
the corner to my son's room.
He is standing arms outstretched
waiting for a bearhug. Grinning.
Why do I give my... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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The Half-Breed Girl
1She is free of the trap and the paddle,
2 The portage and the trail,
3But something behind her savage life
4 Shines like a fragile veil.
5Her dreams are undiscovered,
6 Shadows trouble her breast,
7When the... – by Wayne Blair | 17 Views added 1 year ago
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It blew me away!
Searched poetry.com
For some favourite
North American poets…
E. Pauline Johnson (next to nothing; brilliant aboriginal princess)
Al Purdy
Archibald Lampman* (decent listing but…)
Duncan Campbell Scott ... – by Wayne Blair | 27 Views added 1 year ago
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Burial Rites
By Philip Levine
April 9, 2007
Everyone comes back here to die
as I will soon. The place feels right
since it’s half dead to begin with.
Even on a rare morning of rain,
like this morning, with the low sky
hoarding its... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Hot, hot
But that’s good.
Sitting high
Over neighbourhood.
Eleventh floor
And none above.
Peaceful quiet
From push and shove.
Reading poems
From friends of Verse
Gripping, comforting
Good to rehearse.
Mine the hour
And mine the Room.
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Representative of succinct, clear, convincing poesie. Full of hope and wisdom.
Well done…Amanda Gorman.
New Day’s Lyric
May this be the day
We come together.
Mourning, we come to mend,
Withered, we come to weather,
Torn, we come... – by Wayne Blair | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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Oh might we hear from you today
Speak dear Lord, now as we pray
Come alongside these bits of clay
We supplicate, we praise your Heart
Twas for this joy
You set apart
Involve us in Compassion’s Art
All else is loss
We see the Cross
And hear... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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Times of persecution and capture
Of religious upstarts.
Prison atop a huge cliff
Overseeing the Lake Leman.
Three brothers
Father having been
Killed
“For the God his foes denied.”
Young brother, the beautiful one
After his Mother’s... – by Wayne Blair | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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Psalm 71 tells it right
Old Guy with his share of troubles.
Attacks. Slander. Needs.
Doubts about consistent Love.
But the Righteous Hand
And Father known
To be close and busy.
Sustaining. Guiding.
And vindicating
In the end of it all.
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A castaway
And hope stretched thin
The storm, the wreck, the digging in
Two shipmates lost
Their hearts broke first
The loneliness, the chill and thirst.
The gulls would teach
One errant mind
To dig the clams
And seaweed find.
The... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Told me that the little guy
Was six years.
Beautiful shades of blue.
Spots of emerald
On head and breast.
About starling size.
Man was simply
Wandering, searching
For some hardware item.
Bird would NOT FLY OFF.
Jostle some inventory.
Not... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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The storm had challenged
The ship’s planking, canvas, cross arms.
Helps or rope restraints
Had been employed
Almost too late.
Francis had nearly
Lost his chest of letters, Loyola’s work.
Sepia pictures of sister Annette
Their mastiff Prince
... – by Wayne Blair | 15 Views added 1 year ago
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Amos was a farmer, a shepherd and a tender of sycamore fruit in the Southern Kingdom of Judah. His very name meant "Burden" or "Burden-bearer".
He was destined by the will of God to deliver a message of warning and rebuke to the idolatrous... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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Sunny March day about 8 degrees C.
Guy in our building walks a poodle
Cinnamon, and left unshorn
Lucky for him. The alternative is so faggy.
Clipped short and delicate.
But a male poodle?
Only good to partner with
French hookers by the Seine.... – by Wayne Blair | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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A sad look at oppression by the state over faith
My hair is grey, but not with years,
Nor grew it white
In a single night,
As men's have grown from sudden fears:
My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil,
But rusted with a vile... – by Wayne Blair | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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When I have slipped this shell
And kissed each loving face once more
And find strange buoyancy
To float weightless
To that distant shore.
When pains have fled
And duties suit a former time.
And eyes new-sparkling
Marvel at all joys now mine.... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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Want to do this?
Rest for twenty minutes
Shut up, erase past thoughts
Pray, if you wish.
Get Fresh air from
Open windexed window.
Now, think back…
Something been
Bothering you lately?
Provoking you?
Stirring the Heart
Toward beauty,... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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He observed
Time split between
Fresno and NYC.
Places where people crowded
Jostled, ate, fought
Loved and mourned.
His was a clarion horn.
Jewish born in Motown.
Knew of assembly line
And colour line
And homes so fine in Dearborn.
Not his... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Pastor stood up there
Looked straight ahead to them
Said to them.
'I stand here only by God's mercy
His protection provision.
Wisdom and solace.
Second and third
And however many chances.
Stabilizing Hand in storms.
Had a... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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We are sharing the Den
Nine AM (chime ringing
As I tap here).
Slouched in love seat
Hilary, with Monet
Water Lily print overhead.
I have a Group of Seven number
Behind me and up
The Red Maples by cascading brook.
Old Aunt Mary’s
Royal... – by Wayne Blair | 12 Views added 1 year ago
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(Reviewing poem about an old man on the bus very early.)
Wow, this poem really resonates with me! I love how the author captures the man's spirit and determined attitude despite the cold weather. It's so inspiring to hear about someone who... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Something happened on that floor.
Auditorium .
Basketball gym converted
For another night.
People from many churches
Or not.
Beat and expectation.
Unavoidable smiles.
Yearning to sing.
Oh, but I’m not a Singer.
Yeah, so... – by Wayne Blair | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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I am directing the plow.
Horse well knows the routine.
Jangling his trappings.
Yeah, me…producing
Planning
Performing
Praying.
That’s the big part, praying.
Not always so
Not meself.
Poacher
Profane
Polluted with beer or gin.
Beggar... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Love this place
Special space
And waters trickling
Down my paddle.
Precious sound
Freed from ground.
Nothing here to hurt
Or rattle.
Need the time
Dusk sublime.
And here come the peepers.(frogs)
Stars will show
Names I know
Cinema clear... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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Third time encounter
Here at this Tim Horton’s
Canadian venue for coffees.
Conversation. Newspaper.
Last time got your name.
Peter. Mine’s Doug.
Talked weather, local hockey
Excited kids on school break.
New Council ordinance
For lower... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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Second marriage going famously.
First Wife passed on.
Or did she?
Betimes in darkness
There’s a whisper. A chair moved.
Book tipped over.
Cooling breeze, but no window
Allowing.
It’s her.
Won’t leave this House.
Her house.
New wife is... – by Wayne Blair | 14 Views added 1 year ago
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Father sends me to
Deliver Miriam's table
To her house, Bedside.
Over sixty five.
Pleasant, loves to talk.
Pretty much shut-in
And seated.
Dad stated that price.
Won't be any problem with her.
How miserable when a... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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Once while sitting in a "seen it all before church service", I began to imagine something truly exciting. I had a mental picture of the congregation including a large palette of vivid oil paints.
One member brought forward his contribution of... – by Ayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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Again to be here
When none other might care.
Be the motive of fear
Or of gratitude rare.
I will run to this space
Just to unload my heart;
Yes a quieter place
Set a little apart.
And You come through the gray
In the brilliance of love
And... – by Wayne Blair | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Have to share this table
Place is honkin busy
And music suits the juvenile.
Old Guy shifts over.
Arriving his BLT.
And steaming Earl Grey.
Smiles congenially
Rubs together his chapped
Hands.
As if warming up
For competition.
Younger... – by Wayne Blair | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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“South of the Border
Down Mexico way
That’s where I fell in love
Stars above
Came out to play.”
Get the picture?
Nasal voice
Tired tenor sound.
But guitar, inflection,
Relaxation.
Nobody better. Ageless.
farm aid fundraisers.
IRS on... – by Wayne Blair | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Clever bags
In brilliant colours
Different flavours
Palettes please.
Showtime, white cheese
Salt and vinegar, barbecue.
harder choice with these.
But I miss the old tradition
Messy style
We used to do.
Silver fry pan
Top in tinfoil
... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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In the restaurant
Illumined by the window
Smartly coiffed
And skin so clean.
She’s a looker
Shows advantage.
But do I know
Where she’s been?
Slits on wrists
Scars persevering.
Broken ribs
Not once, but twice.
Memories haunt
And foul... – by Wayne Blair | 21 Views added 1 year ago
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Wow, what an inspiring poem! Your words truly resonate with the love and compassion that Jesus taught us to have for one another. Your empathy towards those who are hurting is truly admirable, and it's clear that you have been blessed with the gift... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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You come to me limping
Bur never no mind
You’ve come to know Jesus
In service so kind
You weep with folks hurting
Have been there in spades
But now you have comfort
To show what Christ made.
Quite humble, a listener
A shoulder to lean
... – by Wayne Blair | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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We have found Him
And know that He is truth
Distilled and pure.
A Certain Spring,
'Though damp and slush
Delay the budding.
A Prince with yarns
Of fields and flowers
And feathered trust.
Unspoiled by gold
Or other trappings
Of convention.... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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Easy to write about
The beloved.
A deep blue Bay
Against coniferous glory.
Stablished on Igneous Rock.
Aromas unforgettable.
I take a walk.
Come near a precipice.
Dizzying height.
Lean over to catch
Shimmering waters.
One canoeist way
... – by Wayne Blair | 26 Views added 1 year ago
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Again you have
Shut down other signals
This is good
As I have a word or two:
I delight in you
No this is not impossible
I delight in you
Not because of do-gooder stuff
Many others go that route
And are duplicitous.
You are my child
Plain... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Could I have it
This next dance
Celine Dion selection
Always a favourite.
You are so beautiful
Attentive
Sparkle to your blue eyes.
You don’t talk
Just sway
Perhaps giggle.
This is our thing
Comes naturally.
The embrace a treasure.... – by Wayne Blair | 14 Views added 1 year ago
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I caress the instrument
Lovingly.
E chord
Given by my Son.
Has already offered
South of the Border
Sloop John Bee
This is My Father’s World
Oh What a Beautiful Morning.
Ode to Joy.
Busking harmonicas
At Famers Market
Or Rexall Pharmacy
... – by Wayne Blair | 15 Views added 1 year ago
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Place gets downright
Smoky.
Once inside the swinging doors.
Too many thighs evident
And spangles. The Girls.
Couple going upstairs already
With some Pooch.
Gold dust in hand.
His head buzzing.
Piano tunes giving “culture”.
General din of... – by Wayne Blair | 17 Views added 1 year ago
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Bit choppy tonight
Little twenty four footer
Takes the shakes.
PM’s call
Admiral’s too.
What might civvies do?
Thousands of our boys
Stuck.
Nazi pinched.
French shoreline?
Messerschmitts just come
Down on our bigger boats.
We use the... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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I am tired
Robot now
Waited too late
Rushed and how.
English History
Test has come.
Feel unready
Really dumb.
Loved the topics.
Kings, revolts.
Battled Island
Thunderbolts!
Salty always
Sea’s the thing
Rule Britannia.
Limeys sing.
... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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In the dream
I was aboard paddlewheel
Steaming jungle at riverbank.
sounds of mynah bird, parrot
Squawking rudely
Aggressively.
As if they would spoil the ride.
Shake up the calm water bearing.
Crocodile, bumpy rock
Eyes showing at surface
... – by Wayne Blair | 18 Views added 1 year ago
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She flew from California.
Writer, and fetching.
Nasty costly divorce.
But leftovers sufficient
For flight, accommodation.
Tuscany, Italy and the old ways
Of harvest, festivals, bells, families.
Revered elders.
Saint this and Saint that.
... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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“Some say love is
For the lucky and the strong.”
Yeah we saw that in the Prom
Royal Couple. Always in demand.
Sought after for ideas, influence.
Much like Elders
At the Gate in ancient
Hebrew script.
But younger, and smoother.
And more... – by Wayne Blair | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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You, Island Girl must have
Affinity for Herring
Manchester UK.
I have the blood of English, Danish
Scottish and Irish.
So same goes.
This morning at five
Tried out with bacon/eggs.
(Wife Hilary, if awake
Would have gagged.)
But we... – by Wayne Blair | 17 Views added 1 year ago
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She loved the words of Paul
Had gobbled up them all
And Jesus was her
Constant Friend and Aid.
In palliative care.
Husband often there.
Reciting for him
Rapture’s bliss portrayed.
Not gonna die, not her.
She would very much prefer
That... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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I love you
And I must relax.
I will draw
Beautiful, healing
Music from you…
In that... – by Wayne Blair | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Dog attached, leashed to stroller.
Inside seven month old femme fatale.
Young tannish Lab.
Not quite developed.
Intuitive and guarding
The precious mewing package.
Back home lying still
While Lily grabs the fur
Climbs the tan mountain
Of... – by Wayne Blair | 15 Views added 1 year ago
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Behind glass, he was
Huge, morose
Menacing, as he sat
Downing the banana.
Arms perhaps longer
Than his legs.
Silverback male
Rwanda hills
Green, fragrant Empire
Called home.
Captured at eight months.
Terrified, trucked, trapped.
... – by Wayne Blair | 23 Views added 1 year ago
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Drizzling March third week.
Just home from a movie.
The Quiet Girl…Irish gaelic
With subtitles.
Slim, about eleven, shy.
Being farmed out by parents
To some hardy cousin relatives.
They lost an only Son.
Thrilled at some time with little... – by Wayne Blair | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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This is the Last Will and Testament of me Jesus Ben Joseph of no fixed address, formerly of the Town of Capernaum in the District of Galilee, Palestine.
I have no other will or testamentary instrument.
I hereby appoint the Holy Spirit to be... – by Wayne Blair | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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I have pushed from shore
Like some Indian lore
And the birch craft
Takes over my need.
To be on the Lake
For some reverie’s sake
As the bush fells its amber
Un-treed.
But the moment lifts
As my craft just drifts.
I... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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He gestures to a chair
Flips gleaming white bib of custom.
Pedals up the height
Perhaps resuming topic
Of last visit.
Six weeks ago.
Other patrons
At the sidelines.
Pretending no evesdropping.
But cannot resist
Occasional insertion to the... – by Wayne Blair | 16 Views added 1 year ago
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Down the Guelph Line
With summer a-greening
Horse farms and golf links
And fine homes abound.
Parts to a sub-trade
The pick-up runs smoothly
Radio Gospel
Its rich hopeful sound.
Soon comes the grand stretch
Descent to the... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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It was night
Tossing and turning
Moment of Soul’s excavation.
Burning with Love’s deep hungers.
I was made to waken.
Whole house asleep.
Downstairs so quietly.
Others not disturbed.
Down and down.
Oh happy, happy chance.
Finding the Lord
... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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What to do
Time is mine
Factory clock
Just a thing of the past.
Hilary asks, so what’s up?
Take a drive?
Shop a bit?
Cut the hair
Or good reading amass?
Two years now
Quite unchained
Wondered how
It might run.
Try my hand at
Harmonicas... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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Old guy talking, un-named.
Reverence always in the lifeline
Persecution.
Slander and naysaying
Godlessness still taking jabs.
Getting up there in years.
Grey hair, wrinkles
Aches and pains.
Well used carcass.
Great and sore troubles.
... – by Wayne Blair | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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He comes onstage
Slowly, meekly, smiling
Rumpled black fedora
Three beautiful female singers
One masterful lead guitar
Harmonica, saxaphone, keyboard
Percussionist drummer.
Others all excellent craftsmen.
Been together for years.
This was... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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It is a Monet.
The guy with the thing
About water lilies.
Pond in his backyard.
French impressionism.
Suggestions of more detail
Than is actually painted.
Imagine a stroll out
On your property
Settle into the peace of flowers, bridges
... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Father was once a Preacher
Mother had taught home school
Living in blessed sunlight
Knowing of Christ’s Golden Rule.
Both girls had grown up, married.
One with two kids to nurture
Husband a Prince of a guy.
Other had dumped her parents.
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This would be the full
Day’s excursion.
Tuesday, July, beautiful sun.
Peeking shyly through
The fragrant cedars
To our hiking group.
Packed with supper foods
For campfire meal
Mid-afternoon.
Discordant banter en route.
Up... – by Wayne Blair | 24 Views added 1 year ago
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Comes onto the screen
Loose fitting purple and white
Frizzy hair
Engaging gentle face.
Song acknowledges the
Quandaries and doubt.
The crying it out.
But then consider the Lord of Mercy.
Chances to breathe Him in…
“We do not exist for us
... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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So the guy with
The briefcase does numbers
And the one with the scarf
Some old broads.
Who write cheques just
To bankroll a stage play.
Where they get to
Sit up with “the gods”.
First to get confidence
To the boiling.
... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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You are the bread and the knife.
You are the goblet and the wine…
You are the sun
Over the pregnant pasture.
You are the birds
Playing over the Town Square.
But…
Also NOT like the smell of the rose
Not at all like that.
Not like the... – by Wayne Blair | 14 Views added 1 year ago
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https://youtu.be/uXx5K6gfQBw
Billy stands up
Looking quite dry
Even mundane.
But he ain’t at all.
Listen as grand images
Seem dwarfed by the
Common and familiar.
A smile vaguely shows
On Billy.
Audience more than chuckles.
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So I was taking a wee break
From the cold
Playing harmonica for folks
Saturday. Outside station.
Always upbeat here.
Families, inquisitive kids
Treats country style.
Produce, cheeses, bread,
Pies, sausage, honey, artisans.
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Lost my wallet
Don’t know how
Any thievery I
Disavow.
Busy day and
Lots of stops.
Missed my pocket simply
Dropped?
Stores and restaurant
Went again.
Lost and found
No sorry, Man.
Licence driving
Health card too
Points card drug store... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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Always told that I
Would make a good lawyer.
Had the public speaking, paper writing
History Major.
I listened to them
And not to my own heart.
Hurried my start
To Law School.
Although the Dean
Called me to his office.
Told me to slow down
... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Gestating for CGA.
He would be attending
The Big Night. Reunion.
Got a couple of invitations.
The Group had once been
So productive, attractive.
Second and third years
University Maths and Sciences.
Queens University, Kingston.
... – by Wayne Blair | 17 Views added 1 year ago
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How many Newfies does it take to make
Chocolate chip cookies?
Four.
One to make the dough.
Three to peel the smarties….
How to make a one-armed Newfie
Fall out of a tree?
Wave at him.
Two Newfies hitch hiking
Decide to separate on... – by Wayne Blair | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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Yes do so Colette.
That bank of the Seine.
Where we had espresso
Time and again.
Tarte aux cerises.
Accordian played.
I wore that old suede
And scarcely we noticed
One pain. (Unemployed)
Your ear rings so big
You turned like a rig.
... – by Wayne Blair | 41 Views added 1 year ago
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There ain’t no cure for Love.
Suzanne takes you down
Place near the River.
Feeds you tea and oranges.
Hallelujah.
The Dice are loaded. Every body knows
No way to say goodbye.
Crack in Everything.
A thousand kisses deep.
Dance me to the End... – by Wayne Blair | 28 Views added 1 year ago
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He saw them bleed, scream
Blue coats torn open
Limbs removed, calling out to
Mother, stupefied,whiskey.
Doctor head down, sawing.
He felt their pain and outrage.
Could imagine all the
Spiritual wounding and loss.
War between the states.
... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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It is taking shape
Out there to northwest
Georgian Bay blue
Disturbed by this greyness.
Front edge curling over and over
Greyish, greenish like
The suggestion of tornado/waterspout.
Neighbours in cottage island nearby
Hustling to bring in
... – by Wayne Blair | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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Have not seen this Guy in years
In college American History
Asked the questions that
First displayed his extensive
Knowledge on the subject
Took notes on little ringbound
Notepads. Eccentric to all get out.
Voice like Elmer Fudd
Wascally... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Been bound by COVID
Three years now
Nasty bastardly FEAR.
Now back on track
Coffee at the back.
Run by some animated souls
Bettering the goals.
Three bucks, just three
For hours of fun.
Sign your name
To the list.
Strictly list run.
Lots... – by Wayne Blair | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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Rebels had brought him in
Forest camp, Spain.
Living like gypsies.
Keeping watch for forces.
He was an explosives man. *Nick was.
American adventurer. Mercenary.
Single capable.
Old Scout* saw him as an asset.
Hardened for the bush
And... – by Wayne Blair | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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https://issuu.com/dougblair/docs/stephen_facing_the_stones
See the follower trail the Master
Spirit brings the calm and pose.
Facing Death a slight discomfort
Must keep thought of how Christ rose.
(Excellent help in First Corinthians... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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Is there news of his arrival?
Have they seen him on the way?
How we need his hand of healing,
How we need his strength to pray!
Yet this waiting, wretched waiting,
While our brother slips away.
Was the message given promptly?
Was he begged... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Mom would mix butter/margarine
Half and half
Softened
Throw in that colour spot yellow
Separate in small cooled containers.
Mom would mix with vigour
The powdered skim milk
Kids not gonna get fat.
All that they wanted.
Mom would pre-boil... – by Wayne Blair | 18 Views added 1 year ago
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I love you Lord
Start with that
Don’t have the rest
Down pat.
But I know
You see it all
You are Love
Reducing the distance
From Above.
Requests I blurt
But not right now
I focus on your Touch
Your Vow.
Will be enough
Beholding warmth... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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Lights are on all night
Every night
Milling crowds
All with smiles
Eyes fighting Sleep.
Seeing at the circumference
Just about every nation.
Theatre goers in the afterglow
Game players
Buskers
Boutique shoppers
Hungry stomachs
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Why should the thing
Have me in knots.
Losing valuable sleep
Needed for tomorrow’s event.
Have I not been here before?
And how well it went.
How problems became windows.
Waste of adrenaline Lad.
Making your God look bad.
He has the thing in... – by Wayne Blair | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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The Lanyard
BY BILLY COLLINS
The other day I was ricocheting slowly
off the blue walls of this room,
moving as if underwater from typewriter to piano,
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
when I found myself in the L section of... – by Wayne Blair | 29 Views added 1 year ago
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If You Could
Wouldn't it be great
If muddled thought
And over-wrought
Could meet with Peace of Christ?
He met it all
The fruits of Fall
And paid full ransom's price.
But never rushed
By Evil pushed
He paced a measured walk
From town to... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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The following may prove violent
Liberal thinkers beware
Champions of tolerance and
Laissez faire.
You see no need for rules
No measure certain now
Just see how things evolve
Good enough you vow…
So I am in a Rexall drug store
Lineup to... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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Can I lighten up your load?
With a word or service small?
Times are tough as paths get crossed
Does somebody care at all?
But I have this chance with you
Spirit urges, 'Yes go ahead'
Give a listening ear so calm
Turn one's... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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Myriads of bats upside-down
Dreaming cool, fresh fruitage
My skin is crawling.
Hiccup
Burp.
(So that is haiku. Midget messages. Often vague, and intentionally so. Most times without impact. Suggesting an intellectual pride restrained.... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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Standing at the dock
Darkness, speckled with
Starry ideas.
Gentle waves kathunk
The rock crib.
I hear splashing, some critter
Down the shoreline.
And then there is the Bird…
His mournful yodel cry
Seems to match how
I felt last week.
... – by Wayne Blair | 14 Views added 1 year ago
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Gets a lot of attention
Says that He is Son of God.
Has come to deliver.
To make clear a glorious Path.
Has a lot of great stories.
Promises of the good to come.
Yeah, good he says in this Roman
Tributary, being drained dry.
Being... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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No these are not mere words
We’re done with games
Done with prescribed religious talk
Our gut growls
With the unsated hunger of searching
We’ve searched your Book
We’ve searched on our knees
We’ve searched the experiences of friends
And your... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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The boarding was seamless
Combination of business and holiday folk
Three and half hours to Charleston S C.
The business guys orderly and routine
The holidayers rushed and thinking
They have forgotten something.
Canned music is heard.
Then the... – by Wayne Blair | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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This is an honest sentiment.
I came, I endured
I went to a place
Of watered confidence.
From desert to Divine presence.
If even just a doorkeeper
In the singing House of my God.
Sparrows and swallows nest there
Breed, feed
So content.... – by Wayne Blair | 16 Views added 1 year ago
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I sit here contented
While it rains
Apartment parking garage
One large ceiling crack
Twenty feet away.
Drip, Drip, Drip.
Been down to London
Seeing Mother…
Gone much of the comprehension
Memory
Physical gusto,
Laughter.
Love of good... – by Wayne Blair | 71 Views added 1 year ago
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You did what the world called
Too stiff
Corny
Yesterday’s thing
Boring
Missing the wave
Of now.
And it really bugged you.
The estrangement
Being ignored
Talked around
Watching eye contact
Shrink away.
Peculiar, that’s the word
... – by Wayne Blair | 12 Views added 1 year ago
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I love you.
Father, Son, Holy Ghost.
Good way to start a prayer.
All three, surely there.
Perfect in accord, partnership
Propensity toward Mercy.
Preachers dodge these images.
But they must, they must
Read John 17
In its deepest import.
... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Through the Knothole
On that point.
Mustabeen six years back.
And now I face conundrum
A similar attack.
I pine and whine my worries.
Oh God how can this be?
I hear a marvellous whisper.
Don’t you start doubting me
Don’t you forget
The... – by Wayne Blair | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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He’s up again
And squirming (Jordan)
Must be half past two
His Mother pretty tired.
Now it’s my task to do.
I raise the Boy in blanket
His frame a pinkish hue.
He settles eyes are closing
And to the couch we go.
I’d never ever hurt him
I... – by Wayne Blair | 17 Views added 1 year ago
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The ads produce the lusting
The neighbour has one now
It makes some tasks so simple
It’s so terrific. Wow.
And travel is the ticket
New places spark the heart.
The credit card will do here
And give our trip its start.
The wanting never... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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It's about time
you stopped and
looked at my Art
it's tantamount
to my Heart.
rolling hills where
grasses smell of spring.
streams descend and
carry tads to legs
killdeer begs you
leave the young alone
seeming broke and prone.
... – by Wayne Blair | 16 Views added 1 year ago
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It sets in with increments
Of shock, wonder, beholding
Adoration.
Specimens include
Waterfall.
Oceanside.
Sunset on the Veldt.
Mangrove swamp.
Swiss city lakeside
Grand mountains overlooking.
Birthing of impala
On the run.
Larva into... – by Wayne Blair | 19 Views added 1 year ago
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THE HOLY GHOST SHALL COME UPON THEE – Before Christ is formed in any individual the Holy Ghost will come, drawing, convicting and offering wisdom and comfort.
Little Mary freely offered herself into the agenda of God without reservation. She... – by Wayne Blair | 14 Views added 1 year ago
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Here in Kabul, few own kites.
Just the favoured, rich, Taliban
Serving. In almost a blind
Often cruel obedience.
To the Prophet, the Book, the Troubles.
But all the children enjoy
The kites, one
Way or another.
There are clacking battles.
... – by Wayne Blair | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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I have chafed at foolishness
And games played at the Church
Team spirit gone right o'er the top
And DVD's and "merch".
Stirred up with empowerment
And battle songs each time
Where the tender, broken-hearted
Saints who seek to... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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Without Limit
You came in time
yes just in time
and ransomed
my poor being
I knew that blood
as cleansing flood
had offered
hopeful seeing.
a yoking fast
with Jesus taking
large part.
had made the job
to plow the sod
and rocks that... – by Wayne Blair | 12 Views added 1 year ago
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Rested in my car
Outside Zehrs Groceries
Light snow falling
Pretty and mesmeric
Wipers on intermittent slow speed
I remember the movie
Greg Kinnear invented the feature
Tried to cut a deal with Ford
They tried to steal the... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Smiling faces in every corner; redeemed, thankful and releasing Joy.
Faces
Who are in the know
With Christ to grow
With Christ to bless
In holiness.
And songs come forth.
Like water.
Over rocks and hollows.
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On Conversation Above, a faith compilation. See the link.
Scroll down to poem entitled Unwelcome Visitor.
... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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So we meet again.
Keeps happening doesn’t it?
Fine by me, just minute please.
I have my bag here.
Greyhound Bus Station.
No problem Pal.
We’re off.
So what’s today’s plan?
I go to see my Sister,
Only two days in Queens.
That’s all my time... – by Wayne Blair | 49 Views added 1 year ago
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Two punky kids at Liquor Store
Rumble ensues with an enemy
One draws gun
The other runs.
Cops arrive to witness.
One pulls twenty years
In the joint.
Other named Adonis
Grows in pros Boxing.
Gets the belt, luxuries.
Beautiful wife,... – by Wayne Blair | 17 Views added 1 year ago
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Not my job to
Turn you around
Show you the Light
Tonight.
Holy Spirit must show up
Or there is no game
No fateful pitch
No high fly.
No others brought
In to Home Plate.
Theirs is their fate.
Just... – by Wayne Blair | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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She is home making stew
He’s at factory.
She does Lessons
In Home School
Two brave kids.
He moves steel
And sends shipments on skids.
(Meeting truckers, patient energies.)
What an honour to
Be in her corner.
And to have her sweet
Love... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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Son wasn’t much with athletics
High School a chore to get through.
Then he took note of the Air Cadets.
What to do?
Learned there decorum and posture.
Drilling insistent and oft.
Speaking in public
And Camp Lore.
All making sure he’s not... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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Gets a lot of attention
Says that He is Son of God.
Has come to deliver.
To make clear a glorious Path.
Has a lot of great stories.
Promises of the good to come.
Yeah, good he says in this Roman
Tributary, being drained dry.
Being humiliated... – by Wayne Blair | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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Just stopped all that
You are doing, saying.
A mental fart of sort.
Nothing to report, save
A pleasant hiatus
From now.
Or perhaps from plow?
Brain has been overworked
Perhaps.
Unsteady plans.
Worries, bill paying.
Children and school... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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But on this journey that I don't enjoy at all, nostalgia treats me mercilessly, stabbing me mercilessfully at every step
and I'm traveling through time again and again without a damn break.
I know I need to go to Cuba again. I still have family... – by Wayne Blair | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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“Arise. Shine.
For thy Light is come.”
You see it in
The settled Home.
The youngsters come.
The oldster’s poem.
In Dad’s briefcase.
A cozy table vase.
With lilies.
And God had promised
As Isaiah related.
A City of Victors.
Needing... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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They had set out from the East
Wagon train ill gathered
Emigrants from Europe.
Dreaming of Montana, meadows.
Free land for the working.
Leadership fell to Shea.
Haunted Union Army officer.
Widowed by the cholera.
Soon joined... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Thinking about you now.
Mom. Gone September last year.
Not too thrilled as I recall.
My behaviour, latterly.
Short of patience.
Testy.
At your terrible memory.
Asking questions
Asking questions?
Needing a kiss, and
Then another five.
... – by Wayne Blair | 21 Views added 1 year ago
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How, how can I ever return
to the soft and quiet seasons?
Thus the choristers sang
In remembrance of the treachery.
Priests had almost dragged
Becket to the cloisters
Of Sanctuary.
Thinking like ordinary men.
Quick bar the door! Bar the... – by Wayne Blair | 21 Views added 1 year ago
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I know that
I have visioned
When we meet on that
Beautiful Shore.
Saints embracing
Evermore.
Gone the threat
Or irritant of
Slewfoot’s many schemes.
Come the Joy and Peace
Of Faith’s best dreams.
Father in the midst
Bright smiling Face.... – by Wayne Blair | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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Prophet is in love
With a City
A place of peace and assurance.
Zion of his dreams.
And visions.
Adorned with precious stones.
Delighted with children’s laughter.
Safe and eagerly
Learning the things of God.
Not a single weapon will
Be... – by Wayne Blair | 123 Views added 1 year ago
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Still standing.Beside the main street.
Feeling the pulseOf spring rains,
The crown of summer,
The testing pullOf autumn storms.
Children exploreMy limbs and shelter.
Adventurers pass,
Out to new possibilities.
Some, retracing steps
In... – by Wayne Blair | 34 Views added 1 year ago
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I have this bad lower back.
Hurts all day long.
Must govern my activities
And spontaneity of movement.
Accident on motorbike.
My bad luck, I guess.
My days are “hamstrung”.
My nights are tossing and turning.
My horizons going nowhere.
But... – by Wayne Blair | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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The Shantyman
It is good to toilWith the men I know;
And to trim the treesAnd to lay them low;
And to haul their bulkTo the stream below;
I am glad that the Lord sent me here.
And from time to time
When the mood is right,
In the vaulted... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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(Poem by our daughter Lauren Hodgson)
Ever wonder what it must be like
To be Queen for a day?
For a young and lovely girl
The dream did come true
She had bouncing brown curls
And eyes made of blue.
She kept beautiful... – by Wayne Blair | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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Nice hushing sound of surf
Grasses in the sands.
Not any dunes as in
Further east on the North Shore.
Lots of blue herons there.
But here, the feel of
Anne of the Island.
See the film at the interpretive centre
People gazing, strolling... – by Wayne Blair | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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“She was like in his face.
Most bodd, very bodd
Ending r’lationship.
Cussing, f~~king
Obsceene.
Like whatever.
Yaknow”
Listener, boy, fifteen
Throws an oyster gob (spit).
Right at the feet of an Old Gramma.
Next to them on the Bus.
... – by Wayne Blair | 12 Views added 1 year ago
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She was at the St. Clair River.
Chunks of ice across.
Baby trundled at her back.
Running for life’s worth.
Still far ahead of the
Range of hounds heard yowling.
Slit eyed Masters and operatives
Puffing panting, straining leashes.
Legree,... – by Wayne Blair | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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Born in Philippines
Later in floral Hawaii.
Beautiful young wife.
Beautiful young heart and pen.
Bless us again.
More and more verse.
Get past rehearse. O K?
And feed us your
Memories, adventures
Observed persona.
Remembered views.
... – by Wayne Blair | 43 Views added 1 year ago
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Start the experience
With Pearl Harbour.
Monstrous overturned ships
Can still be seen.
Coffins of an upsetting sort.
Panic and screams.
December was supposed to be
Ribbons, festive song and that
Matchless Baby.
But not that “day of infamy.”... – by Wayne Blair | 24 Views added 1 year ago
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Charlie made that curio table
Round top, pedestal legs.
Father in law.
Came to us after
His demise.
Furniture making had been
Family business.
Card tables, chairs, high chairs.
European post-war craftsmen.
Hourd and Company Ltd.
Old as... – by Wayne Blair | 21 Views added 1 year ago
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One dog yipping
In the suburb.
Won’t be stopped.
So very cold. And he is out.
Over forty minutes now.
Hearing him from
My top storey apartment.
Owners need to be horse whipped.
Critter placed elsewhere.
With care.
Is this punishment?
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Recollection of T. S. Eliot
(Murder in the Cathedral. This is a truncation of the Play's Foreward/Chorus)
Autumn comes
October through November
Poor ones wander
Neath the Cathedral's overhang.
Scraps and bruised and off-cast.
Only to be... – by Wayne Blair | 19 Views added 1 year ago
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I search the line
The compelling blue
Coming up fickle
Each day.
As sailors play
At scrub, hoist, trim
And hopefully a sighting.
Whale!
Thar she blows.
Yes Lads to the boats.
Whetted points and staffs.
Rope in myriads of fathoms.
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Every weekday morning
As I bus to my factory
He gets on two stops after Terminal.
“Morning, Neighbour
Factory calling?
Guess the hockey boys won again.
Last night.”
Stainless steel canes
Wrapping his forearms.
Clattering happily.
Might... – by Wayne Blair | 36 Views added 1 year ago
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You’re up on my shoulders
And tugging my hair
And laughing
For all you hold dear.
And Daughter
I’d carry you anywhere
Delighting that you
Cling so near.
The sun is at apex
And waves wash my feet
And time has been
Frozen it seems.
Oh will... – by Wayne Blair | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Have you ever wanted
To interrupt a lengthy
Monologue
And say, Stop it
That’s wrong.
Well don’t.
You are missing facts, background
Tone of emotion.
Do not pop to
The worst possible
Spin of it.
Wait. Assess.
Be fair-minded.
Think no... – by WaynevBlair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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She was exhausted
From day’s toil
The children’s care
Usual turmoil.
And she held the
Place of woman.
Silent, domestic, chattel.
Been for years
The custom’s prattle.
Men’s put-down
While girls put forth.
Still, there had been
Good... – by Wayne Blair | 62 Views added 1 year ago
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Going up to see Queenie
Walking
On sore cramped feet.
Channel to Berwick upon Tweed.
Big hike.
Meeting many people, many districts.
Hospitality or leering looks.
Maureen is angry
About it all.
Left behind in our retirement.
Wonders... – by Wayne Blair | 19 Views added 1 year ago
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This was Dad’s idea of great Supper
Moxy. Commercial salesman.
Downstairs basement
Family style service.
Best of country foods.
Mennonite wives attending.
Love and sweet care sending.
Gentle music blending.
Bowls and bowls.
Arriving.
... – by Wayne Blair | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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Yes friends, this is Percy Collet
Oh Glory in what I am about to tell.
Died, body staying in Brazil.
Spirit took a chariot.
Just like Elijah.
Yes friends, just like that old seer.
Intimate touch, audience with Jesus.
Said I would be going... – by Wayne Blair | 17 Views added 1 year ago
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Broken jar of mayonnaise
Glass broken white muck
Top shelf of frigerator
Too crammed.
Couple of rich words.
Cupboard for broom and mop.
Don’t leave any glass bits…
Two days ago
Lost my cool with neighbour
Over the back fence.
Card... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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Paul considered himself
A decent Catholic.
Mary entered large
But not as large as Her Boy.
English prof, head of Department
Boston College.
Poet, biographer.
Gerard Manley Hopkins, for one.
Priest, poet, penitent, word painter was Hopkins.
... – by Wayne. Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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I enter its canopy
Evinrude left back at the sparkling
Rushes. Sandy landing.
Bay winds were a tad bit tricky.
But now safe and
Feeling welcome in the shade.
Red squirrel gives the
Saucy alert, scolding.
I pause in respect
Waiting,... – by Wayne Blair | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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Pastor stood up there
Looked straight ahead to them
Said to them.
'I stand here only by God's mercy
His protection provision.
Wisdom and solace.
Second and third
And however many chances.
Stabilizing Hand in storms.
Had a... – by Wayne Blair | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Short guy.
Skinny.
Marked up a bit.
But listen.
Stop all else
And listen.
Had the Voice.
The calm manly bit.
Circle of glowing friends.
Sense of humour.
Exciting or compelling
Movie bits
Respect (even from Don... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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Which day of the week.
Seldom get it right these days.
Workaday triggers, reminders
Where did they go?
My wife Hilary, a delightful
Fellow traveler. Short hops.
Rising up way before dawn.
Thoughts alive to new
Zones of writing, of poetry.
... – by Wayne Blair | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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Systems of the World Busted.
If you ask me
Things are pretty shabby
Mostly my hasty choices in panic.
Remedies of men are much less
Than second best.
Friends point in that direction.
Not members of the Faith Family.
Not redeemed.
Not... – by Wayne Blair | 15 Views added 1 year ago
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My father-in-law’s favourite.
Charlie H.
And ships, bells, moorings.
Messing around the decks at Port Stanley.
Smiling, and getting
Special privileges betimes.
Perhaps with daughter Hilary.
But I digress…
Hornblower, middle ranking
... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Give me clothes pins
For my eyes.
Must keep eyes open.
Following lines.
Following plot line.
Guy wonders about
Beautiful girl.
She comes in his store for shoes.
Stylish, slim, stiletto perhaps.
Now if Fenimore Cooper
Had written it,... – by Wayne Blair | 56 Views added 1 year ago
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The clouds float slowly over
Their shadows dot the Land
The heather’s hundred
Hues the joy that
Scotsmen understand?
Don’t say the mistook
Scotch word.
Tis a drink like Bell, or Dewars.
And Scotsmen have a tendency
To daggers and to Wars.
... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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For me it was the numbers
Check and check those stats
A readership adoring so
What is wrong that?
Had a blog reached million.
Some days racing
West Coast crowd.
But Spirit said, Hey Dougie.
That’s proud, yeah proud.
He sourced my best stuff... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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He bawls me out
That I am not
Responsive on my phone.
Many days spent, no charge.
Many days left on bureau.
Who’s gonna call, anyway?
Few face to face friends.
Family.
Facebook seldom counts.
Product solicitors, always
At suppertime.
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Look to the top
Of the poplar.
Lifeless, and
Armoured with glaze.
Monochrome sky
For a back-drop.
Monochrome mood
Now, for days.
Caught in the
Doldrums of winter,
Dampened and
Chilled to the core.
Hear him, the pure
Note of promise.
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I come behind in no spiritual gift
Not a one.
Signs and wonders occur
As I share the Word.
Stubborn hearts soften
And Jesus gains new siblings.
I am constrained to do these things.
By Love, and not of my origin.
But the gainsayers are... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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Yay Team is Really Not the Posture...OK?
I have chafed at foolishness
And games played at the Church
Team spirit gone right o'er the top
And DVD's and "merch".
Stirred up with empowerment
And battle songs each time
Where the... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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When I have slipped this shell
And kissed each loving face once more
And find strange buoyancy
To float weightless
To that distant shore.
When pains have fled
And duties suit a former time.
And eyes new-sparkling
Marvel at all joys now mine.... – by Wayne Blair | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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I drove by this little unassuming building. Nothing really suggested that it was a church,
but it had an orderly, colourful spring garden in the front, a rude cross in the middle of it and a sign over the door which read as follows:
“Assembly... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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From the air
Uncountable
Myriads of pink dots
On expanse of African blue.
Down and landed
Trudging mucky shoreline.
Symmetry of thousands
Stilt-legged and poised.
Or bursting into
A consensual ascent.
In a nano-second.
Much more of a... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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It came to us.
Late August.
Georgian Bay.
Cottage and camping mecca.
Very tired but
Stretched out on the Rock.
Five of us.
Not wanting sleep.
The green, the violet
The yellow and pastel crimson.
Way overhead.
Now dancing, now shifting.
... – by Wayne Blair | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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After forty minutes of
Catch-up talk.
We pause, on this bench.
Sun shining in late March.
Cardinal heralds at work.
With water-pipe clarity of song.
Neither speaks.
Just looking, one to the other.
Studying features of face.
Valiantly... – by Wayne Blair | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Poetry their travel in
Horse drawn buggies, clopping.
Poetry their roadside stands
Of flowers, syrup too.
Poetry their well groomed kids
Out walking on a Sunday.
Poetry their breaking sod
With horse teams pulling through.
Masterpiece... – by Wayne Blair | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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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
Got... – by Wayne Blair | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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The birds oft will gather
No panic or rush.
They congregate simply
Without strain or push.
And help one another
Through winter’s harsh days
While leaning on God’s help
Compassionate ways.
The same pace with Jesus
As He walked this Earth.
... – by Wayne Blair | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Were there not ten
With my blessing
Leprous one moment, and then,
Sent for the priest’s
Absolution,
Clean and recovered again?
Was there but one
Back to thank me?
He, a Samaritan too.
Shameless he bows.
Adoration.
Here at the feet of a... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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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... – by Wayne Blair | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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William Chalmers Burns (1815-1868)
Called by Robert to
Pinch hit at Anwoth.
Little spot in Lowlands.
Not a lot to brag about.
Rain often
Crops mediocre.
Livestock scraggly.
But the folks had heart.
Loved me from the... – by Wayne Blair | 1 View added 1 year ago
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We must really get together.
Nice our talking here old Pal.
He was walking, head slight turning
Picking up speed down the Hall.
Seven years since I last saw him.
Barely worth six minutes here.
Not a friend.
Nor ever was one.
(Social norm so... – by Wayne Blair | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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Had a name for Queen’s
Good English.
But he skipped in Gaelic form.
Gave us much from Cotter’s Cottage
Sunday’s fire
Would keep all warm.
Or a timid cowrin mousie
Passing through Life’s
Common part. With heart.
Get to January, that’s the... – by Wayne Blair | 19 Views added 1 year ago
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Is there news of his arrival?
Have they seen him on the way?
How we need his hand of healing,
How we need his strength to pray!
Yet this waiting, wretched waiting,
While our brother slips away.
Was the message given promptly?
Was he begged... – by Wayne Blair | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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William Chalmers Burns (1815-1868)
Called by Robert to
Pinch hit at Anwoth.
Little spot in Lowlands.
Not a lot to brag about.
Rain often
Crops mediocre.
Livestock scraggly.
But the folks had heart.
Loved me from the... – by Wayne Blair | 120 Views added 1 year ago
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Come now, together,
Let’s sing for the joy of it.
Gather with brothers
And sisters of grace.
Tell of the stories of
Jesus the marvelous
Captain of courage
Who died in our place.
Whate’er the trouble
Preceding the glad refrain
Soon it... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Holding You Back?
Whatsholdinyaback? A moment now to glorify Jesus...nothing comes to mind, nothing else pleases...
but that Carpenter gracing shores of Galilee...healing, teaching, warning, setting people free...
All proved too much... – by Wayne Blair | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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Sun comes up
Resolutely.
Single acacia tree
Divides the glorious
Red line of awakening.
Hyenas heard first.
Gorging themselves
On wasted wildebeest.
Lions’ night time kill.
And how thise women can
Track down and bewilder
Unto the death... – by Wayne Blair | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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A sunny winter’s day
Filled with promise.
Camera already pre-set
For likely variables.
Slowly progressing.
Stopping frequently to
Remove the threat to subjects .
Delightful snow crunching steps.
There they are…eagles.
So... – by Wayne Blair | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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Without Limit
You came in time
yes just in time
and ransomed
my poor being
I knew that blood
as cleansing flood
had offered
hopeful seeing.
a yoking fast
with Jesus taking
large part.
had made the job
to plow the sod
and rocks that... – by Wayne Blair | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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It's the Whispers...
I will do it in
A whisper, you know
Not with flames, rushing current
Or tremendous winds.
But that whisper turns
Your head and ears.
Curiosity.
Desperation.
Expectant hopes.
Soul hunger.
... – by Wayne Blair | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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It is very late
And words refuse to
Show up on the page.
Compelling page.
Whimsical page.
Purposeful page.
This time Divine healing.
Earlier evening spent
With Lebanese woman
And her depressed daughter.
A paraplegic in chair.
Apartment in... – by Wayne Blair | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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