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 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 | 124 Views added 2 years 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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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 2 years 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 | 95 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 | 73 Views added 2 years 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 | 66 Views added 2 years 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 2 years ago
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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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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 | 57 Views added 1 year 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 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 2 years 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 1 year 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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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 | 47 Views added 2 years 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 | 46 Views added 2 years 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 | 46 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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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.
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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.
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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 | 37 Views added 2 years ago
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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 | 31 Views added 2 years 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 | 31 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 2 years 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 | 28 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
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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
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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 | 26 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 | 25 Views added 2 years ago
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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 | 25 Views added 1 year ago
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