Dragonfly Lane

 

Beneath the canopy on road shaded

the dusty lane was gravely and twisted

as we journeyed with expectations fated

to Dragonfly Lane in mystery shrouded

'Twas where the mystical cottage stood

sheltered by coniferous and maple forest

As the Clan assembled in Boreal woods

They came from all points of the compass

Mike and Colleen from Toronto city

with Gabriel and Kailyn casting their spells

Phillip and Nadia from Montreal vicinity

Mike and Jennifer from Toronto as well

with revelations of Clan addition to be

and grandparents G. with much love to spread

'Twas the best of times all would see

The Clan Olympics of Summer fame

were fiercely played and gracefully won

under blue skies and sun fire flame

One for all and all for one

And in crystal waters fish were tempted

moving like shadows made by light

chasing bait that was voraciously ingested

many were hooked and gave great fight

From the dock on delightful Devils Lake

we swam together with glee

splashing and diving for enjoyment sake

Letting our combined spirits free

Card games, boat rides and great meals

all enjoyed and orchestrated flawlessly

with precious bits of paradise all could feel

as time under heavens light flowed gently

The moments shared that week

will inspire the stories of tomorrow

as the Clan happily seeks

the cherished love of life to follow

Thus, may we always care for each other

enough to gather in Summer games

and forge memories that really matter

like the ones of Dragonfly Lane

Expectations

 

He wonders and silently ponders

in all his days hours

as the routine of life daily

forbids his soul to stray

and search the uncharted tomorrows

He seeks visions to follow

as his borrowed charm shyly hides

all hope so casually denied

He walks the twisted road alone

as the joys of life seem wrong

They flood the minutes of every day

silencing hope in dull delay

But words of strength scattered around

spoken over life's thunderous sound

resound loudly to pleasure all

and rise to heights clearly tall

Doubts lurking return nevermore

as hope is deposited on foreign shore

and souls from all around

expand the limits of prose unbound

until anticipation fills the goblet

overflowing with words in mind set

and the sweet liqueur of hope

is slowly sipped and swallowed

 

 

Tristesse

 

How menacing it appears

grief that lurks dangerously near

Sorrows in life that surface

surely must have a purpose

Like the subtle winds of prophecy

that flow in veiled mystery

they reveal youthful lives developing

exposed to forbidden and soulful things

like the sounds of vibrant life melody

wrapped in the music of destiny

Sometimes confused by the sights

of lustful joys and passing rites

exciting pleasures enveloped in young charm

bring dreams lived fully and unconfined

that become wispy clouds spread

like shadows settling on bowed heads

as the radiance of life's fires

turn into the glow of dying embers

Sadness enters into worn minds

and long shadows linger behind

as the orgasm of distant bells

sound in full tristesse very well

and the flavor of sadness in prophecy

is tasted in bitter destiny



Missing Jokers....

Missing Jokers

 

Where the hell have they gone

They, hopelessly lost and forlorn

Those jokers hardly ever found

in life's playing cards scattered around

Have they gone their separate way

leaving suits of heart to stay

waiting for hands to hold them tight

in dark rooms hidden from sight

Do they live in places under city street

Standing in loneliness with aching feet

As they roam subways in silent thought

do they relive accomplishments lost

their achievements mostly worthless

Yet still precious in their nothingness

As personal pain endured for pleasure

becomes the gift of the hour

Jokers, much like rain from grayish clouds

are like memories that scream out loud

and in moments dissolve away

never to be relived in any way

Their innocence once possessed in quantity

Now is missing in the morass of maturity

Leaving dreams and desires

in minds tormented by lust fires

as parcels of life like visions stained

bring sadness to missing jokers drained

and as the circus rolls out of town

those hearts are still scattered all around

Bright Shadows.....

Bright Shadows

 

What is a shadow residing in the mind

of those who are socially blind

is it a blurred shape in darkened sight

can its reality be dismissed outright

As it cannot be readily illustrated

unlike a tangible vision executed

that shade in its internal land

is impossible to understand

and if perchance it made some sounds

its reality would us surround

But it lives quietly and still

and within veiled brightness is distilled

to become a lucky shadow living in smiles

its sweetness lingering for a while

as shade on blossoms in eyes sightless

are felt in the shadows of nothingness

Blindness will never see shadows fade

while their full brightness dwindles with age

and those gifted with eternal sight

will notice the fullness of shadows bright

 

 

Madiba Toumai

Madiba Toumai

 

Hope for the life of man

In Pretoria, you understand

lives in Madibas' way

that seeks the hope of life everyday

Silently and always relentless

exposing failures in society nevertheless

This aspect of his life ever present

marches to a personal beat heaven sent

sustained by his lifes' song

even when jailed for doing no wrong

One score and seven years

on Robben Island should bring bitter tears

but they never flowed in Madibas' eyes
persisting in forgiveness under dark skies

He is positioned in time precisely

and with his method followed closely

should bind men to his grand scope

giving all a realistic hope

and like the breeze of a turning page

his vision is subtle and sage

ready to release and quell feelings

when listening to his orchestra of all things

his humility in every life moment

hopes to reduce earthly torment

eliminating forever South African strife

while sustaining the hope for life