Gananoque Wedding

The Thousand Islands smiled on that day

the nineteenth in the month of May

as charming friends and family

gathered in the village of Gananoque

They came from places near and some far away

by the Saint Lawrence river to stay

from Edmonton and Vancouver Island

from California and Amsterdam, Netherland

from the Empire State, across the border

arriving guests were greeted with smiles and laughter

and as if by magic, clouds vanished

letting the sun shine as all had wished

Some golf was enjoyed not far away

at Green Acres on Saturday

while the ladies glorious in beauty prepped

some tears of joy were quietly wept

Then, beneath the heavens and winds mellow

along the bright river flowing slow

the bride emerged for all to see

walking slowly towards her husband to be

with mother and father by her side

she was the loveliest of brides

and the Canadian Empress docked not far away

gave a reverberating blast of approval that day

the bride was a beautiful apparition glowing in his sight

there for him to cherish with delight

and with promises softly declared

each vowed to forever their life share

Then, late into the mauve tinted night

dance floor bathed in colored light

with all guests steeped in happiness

everyone wished the newlyweds the very best

SOCIETY

Standing naked in a windblown field

soft grass gently undulating

at the urging of the warm wind

you breathe the fragrance slowly in

No restrictive clothes to bind you

no shelter to conveniently hide you

no automobile to transport you

no stores of food to feed you

Free from society and modern gadgets

free from schedules you can't forget

free from debts that must be paid

free from money that must be made

How do you survive like this

how do you comfortably exist

how do you seek to others impress

how can you not become depressed

Without others to comfort you

without family, nieces or nephews

without purpose in your day

without children with which to play

You surely need society to satisfy you

you seek to use items built for you

you find comfort in human relationships

you desire to express thoughts with lips

To fill a role in modern life

to build and provide for those alive

to want satisfaction in work well done

to be rewarded, that's half the fun

You are dependant on others

you are part of all human endeavors

you are needed and greatly wanted

you are never to be discarded

Your small part in this short life

your labors and many strife's

your contribution to human progress

your existence is your daily quest

Standing naked in a field of grass

you realize that your time has come and passed

and you can exist thriving alone

just you,naked,with your cell phone

Surf ( rewrite )

Undulating Elastic Deformation

( SURF ) rewrite

Fantastic and unrestrained fluid power

appears repeatedly in constant motion

foaming liquid tubes that absorb

sun-dripped syrup rain

on moist and wind-blown peaks

as drenched flesh slides through

the cream covered ocean ripples

moving swiftly in captured blue

watery fangs of crystal vortices's

Then, emerging as the master

smiling in his terrestrial straight-jacket

while invading the liquid glass mansion

sanctimonious source of fulfillment

measured in split seconds of ecstasy

in possession of the blue swell virgin

sweet object of the blue soul involvement

Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home

Instinctive in our consciousness

a sense of home, a place to stay

with organized reality, a human quest

that creates intimate spaces along the way

Feelings of home dictates basic instincts

as our senses have desires

for locations safe and distinct

with warmth of shelter fire

Feeling of home is familiar

when travelling in strange places

with towns and dwellings not similar

makes one seek bits of home traces

All those alien houses and things

profoundly not familiar

strange roads and sights most distressing

mark the day in its' final hour

Only the home magnet brings ease

drawing and arranging all around us

shaping existence within our means

sheltering us in safety without much fuss

And when we in residence should vanish

the home becomes a house tarnished

'Tis when no heart and mind exist

that objects cannot bind into a home cherished

Seminal Splendor...

Seminal Splendor

Words newly forged it seems

hammered and shaped in vivid dreams

always ignite the spirit of desire

consuming it in delicious fire

Flames scorching naked flesh

as eager hands slowly caress

sources of pleasure rarely seen

to fulfill natures' hidden scheme

Giving the heart a voice profound

awakening feelings newly found

and casting virtues unnamed

into the midst of roaring flames

Purple-red and fleshy tones

fill the eyes on morning cold

and warm the soul your own

as you seek comfort in sins atoned

You must possess the darkest night

making your loving always so right

as you are the Master, the Lord

guardian of the Mystic sword

Ephemeral...

Ephemeral

Nothing forever endures or lasts

most everything is quick to pass

like ice melting in a glass

and blades of new found grass

The fury of passing storms

quickly pass on winds borne

and time silenced with broken clock

marks minutes and hours stopped

Kingdoms built disappear in a flash

leaving no trace but bones and ash

and in the tumult history notes

various facts and worthy quotes

Lovers unite under cover of night

pleasures found bathed in moon bright

the first kiss seeming like an eternity

and those after too quick for sincerity

Then, the pain of love lost fades away

with breathless speed only to stay

in memory deposited vaguely

and recurring in time from day to day

'Tis in the hours of darkness

that defiance is the dream to posses

as your life endures but does not last

and quickly unites you with the past

Toumai ( Goran language for HOPE of LIFE )

Toumai

'Tis natures' veiled way

silent and randomly relentless

arranging life always correctly

and solving problems without forgetfulness

As nature is life ever present

channeled and driven by its'own tune

marches to a beat heaven sent

conjuring perfect days in June

It positions flowing time always precise

binding all to the grand scope

that subtle formula intrinsically wise

that imparts life with subtle hope

Like the breeze of a turning page

linked and bound by unseen strings

natures' tune is sharp and sage

as played by the orchestra of all things

 Humanity steeped in the given moment

must help nature reduce the strife

and eliminate earthly torment

to sustain its HOPE OF LIFE

Memento Mori...(rewrite)

Memento Mori

Todays' present feels like yesterdays'

as words in dreams come and stay

wandering among unfinished verses

the stroll pleases my senses

Those refreshing thoughts tingle on lips

and in worn daylight nondescript

spend relentless hours escaping

as they slip through my reality not caring

And creations in words like beams of light

cast shadows as they take flight

then tumble quietly from literary hills

silently flowing as time stands still

Like beautiful clouds scattered

by the whirlpool of daily fabric tattered

various pieces torn and blown left and right

do cast doubts on the journeys insight

The call of meaningful prose urging me

as thoughts written are soon to be

on the voyage towards the edge of the deep

where unspoken feelings awaits in sleep

And whispered words bathed in secrecy

will become classics in urban society

for in the grave where thoughts fade away

those that lived have nothing more to say

The Gold Watch....

The Gold Watch

This timepiece with precious case of gold

bore sculpted designs to behold

'Twas a rare and beautiful sight

displaying proper time always right

I'd never seen in my youthful years

an object of such beauty so near

the smile on the old mans' face

revealed pride as he snapped shut the case

As he dangled it from its' chain of gold

I jumped high trying to grab and hold

then, finally he let me snatch

that gold beauty of a watch

Later in life the meaning was clear to me

the pride in that gold watch you see

was not in the value of the object

'Twas the meaning that was the subject

Fifty years of lifes' struggles and fight

mornings, noon and many late nights

providing for his family along the way

those are the memories of my Grandpa today

The Forest...

The Forest

'Tis when the brilliant orb of gold

hangs against a sky of summer blue

that the forest takes on a magic hold

on the restless spirits wandering through

Devouring endless joy-filled days

and cool star-studded nights

that mark visions that stay

as a memory in minds' sight

During the day shades of green

pleasantly stir the senses and spirit

and focus awareness it seems

on another dimension brightly lit

and at night in the darkness

moonbeam shafts penetrate

and bring an eerie feeling at best

as the misty fog cover awaits

The morning light patiently

wrapping the foliage and flowers

in a drifting blanket lovely

but untouchable in the nights' silent hour



Raft of Life (Radeau de Vie)

Raft of Life (rewrite)

When upon lifes' currents buoyed

wavelets splashing over pebbly reality

and with misty eyes clearly annoyed

I foresee eternal slumber to be

Floating through eddies and swirls

that mark the journey in lifes' high noon

I perceive on distant shore a youthful girl

ready to burst into springtime bloom

Her smile radiates promise

like morning flowers seeking the light

her eyes full of exciting quests

that during my dawning hours might

Make lifes' valleys more comforting

green and bright sheltered from tempest

seeing her long tresses in the wind blowing

appeases the storms of life, more or less

My weary hands grasp the fading day

to steady the churning path to the sea

cherishing thoughts and desire that stay

within the torrents tumbling under me

On my raft of life sheltered in amity

that unconditional love provides

riding the strong currents of destiny

with a full satchel of legacy by my side



The Runner...(rewrite)

The Runner

Moving lightly over dusty ground

glistening sweat streaming down

past rubbish and urban foliage

under shaded canopy in various stages

Heart pounding seeking the limit

of your biological machine quite fit

pain triggering neuro chemicals

self imposed torture quite farcical

Your will stretches the distant border

defining insanity of the highest order

as the silent warning bells

are triggered by countless nerve cells

A martyr to motion all your own

feet pounding on gravel stone

as the mental override

pushes the body to longer strides

Pain becomes pleasure within

soaked in welcomed endorphins

time seems like an eternity

with your will fighting agony

As your shadow cast on white stone

seeks the coming welcomed repose

infinity is perceived in seconds

time conquered your reward beckons

Rubicon

Rubicon

When the future speaks to me

with the ring of prophecy

and hints of war

are on breaths of wind more and more

When existence is out of tune

like a good symphony ruined

that marches to a different beat

only to wander on hurting feet

then ask and question our place

while living lives that leave no trace

wondering if it's the right time

to passionately love and feel fine

Or is it time to let words fly

striking those who wonder why

while the coming tempest

has the world listless

'Tis a time of deceit

treading on liberty with heavy feet

bending the will of normal men

whom we cannot befriend

'Tis now the time to cross over

before the coming disaster

and embrace a system new

that dictates a smaller world view

Thendara ( Iroquois for Rim of the Forest )

Thendara

Inside Thendara under capricious skies

where the mountain hemlock

stands tall and the eagle flies

where the plump Canada geese flock

My red canoe silently parts

glass-like waters that sparkle

as pure droplets of liquid art

fly from my sculpted paddle

Seeing the depths there found

of the blue heavens reflected

from the dark bottomed pond

brings joy to my senses invigorated

Within rain sustained Boreal forest

bathed in soft light of soul balm

I see verdant marshes situated West

instilling an aura of calm

Soundless forest and glades

amplify the perception of nature

while the afternoon light fades

behind mountain tops sheathed in firs

Within this pleasant forest rim

that sustains delightful chimera

and softens mindful yearnings

is where joy lives inside Thendara

Omega Point....

Omega Point

The human mind

is but a lens

focusing the energy it finds

into consciousness again and again

As countless naked skulls abound

that define our humanity

biological processors all around

in sacred shallow conformity

the species limited awareness

bound by horizons stark

exists in a perceived semi-madness

with unrealized potential marked

With dimensions to be revealed

our evolution fertilizes the seeds

of combined consciousness congealed

by the presence of Internet speed

Together taking small steps

towards the Omega Point

far away at best

its vision quite faint

Where eventual unification

combining all consciousness

will exceed  our limitations

and realize our species' quest

Ongeluk (misfortune)....

Ongeluk (misfortune)

Happiness sometimes quietly appears

staying briefly before it disappears

all depends on fragile times

when lifes' wonderful, everythings' fine

On sunny days when fortunes' there

life's pleasant and without care

Then, like black magic

your world quickly turns tragic

The fog of disaster rolls in

dark and ugly as sin

it sucks away your happiness

it leaves your soul empty at best

Wicks your inner joy away

sending your empty soul astray

and in your daily existence

sunny days are in absence

No more beautiful sunsets

as rain renders everything wet

you hope for a tempest short

but would accept any old port

That's ONGELUK in a nutshell

hurts the spirit like hell

it's ugly, sad and hard to take

it leaves you drained in its' miserable wake

Surfing...

Surfing (rewrite)

There was only wind and waves

in the beginning under the moon

illuminating greenish hollows of jade

 peeling into glass-like tubes

Relentlessly pounding ivory sands

with natural foamy explosions

unchecked energy crashing upon land

 spending itself on blue horizon

Then, man appeared on the shore

he stood on that visible line

where ivory shaven sands bore

the assault of the waves of time

He saw distant liquid walls

huge waves energy-filled

watery mass rising only to fall

that beckened his body fragile

Hopelessly bound to earthly sands

he found in passing time a way

to use the rhythmic power at hand

to use the available enthalpy efficiently

and confidently glide at blinding speeds

locked into that watery womb

with salty spray oneness achieved

in communion with a wave in full bloom



Ultima Verba....

Ultima Verba

What will your last words be

well chosen, full of wisdom

or screamed obsinities in futility

as life escapes into the maelstrom

Preparation is needless and foolish

as departure is most certain

we should make a silent wish

that proper words fill the final curtain

Feelings for life are swiftly known

when bathed in deaths' ironic honesty

and in the passing time that no one owns

allow loving words to enter immortality

and when the brilliant light comes into view

embrace it with submission

allow its warmth to comfort you

in silent fateful contrition

As you mutter with split tongue

your eyes unfocussed in car unlit

with broken teeth and collapsed lung

you may hear yourself scream out, Ohhh shit

Seeking Merit...

Seeking Merit

When young and seeking virtue

random thoughts flashed like diamonds new

set in an intellectual crown

longing for that attention never found

A powerful inner voice always happy

praised the sounds of humility

then muffled by natural action

and enveloped in a veil of compassion

Truly the greatest of all virtues

lighting up humanity in skies of blue

and bringing a sense of decency

to cruel injustices of society

Showing that useless things have charm

like crystal chandeliers and gold on arm

and the most useless displayed openly

those monuments to ideals, I'd say

And the style of common souls

is seen on everyday faces fixed and cold

leaving one naked for all to see

as self-torture endures as a curiosity

'Tis only when maggots feeding on sores

of meanness surging on National shores

that one must play soul stock market

and sell short before bankruptcy upon you sets

Beton Brut...

Beton Brut

'Tis when the underlying form

exposes the true grain

of lifes' hidden storms

where cold truth rightly stains

the reality suddenly found

as lifes' shelter standing in the light

seems to pleasantly astound

those naturally eager to fight

and the dreams of senseless existence

casts' some painful doubts

like moon shadows in essence

lovely and eager to shout

to sing loony toons at society

and create fashion by design

inherently full of simplicity

that imitates life benign

residing in the rough exterior

reflecting natural beauty

splashed into lifes' mirror

and reversed by conformity