The Frank (F.R.) Scott Poetry Project

April 24, 2018

April 21, 2018 – After a long hiatus, Public Poetry is back. And we are planning a Frank Scott Poetry Day for October 15, 2018.

F.R. Scott(1899-1985)  was a Canadian poet, lawyer, McGill University Dean of law, civil libertarian, social democrat, and humanitarian.

More details about this event will follow below as details become confirmed.

If you desire more information, please contact <publicpoetry@gmail.com>

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Sunday Poem: Making Sense Of The World

June 16, 2018

Making Sense Of The World

 

I am chagling churboyal for my chesby

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Because I lappensker with all my heart

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I have lompst my ramill for resabee.

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As lonely as murf I kappeley kesby

Can a lemon defemon achilipart?

I am chagling churboyal for my chesby.

 

Aclanaclanaclan before I clessabee

Tears colack aclom off aklart

I have lompst my ramill for resabee.

 

Studiously ool I care for carresby

Tendip tofor tooko I takil taart

I am chagling churboyal for my chesby.

 

Contare congole simply wachilobee

Whispers of love gaskay aloggo gart

I have lompst my ramill for resabee.

 

Allup cas as alluppy pefezby

The riffem cammem beffem imabart

I am chagling churboyal for my chesby

I have lompst my ramill for resabee.

 

Sunday Poem: Ragoût à l’Écureuil

June 10, 2018

This was not the first year an urban resident has attacked my balcony garden, nor likely will it be the last. But in honour of the delicious creature known as squirrel, I have composed a short squibble to be enjoyed by poet and cook alike. It was inspired by fellow writer and gardener extraordinaire Damian MacSeáin.

 

Ragoût à l’Écureuil

The thief in my garden

I was unable to pardon

So I sought recipe for stew.

’cause I live in Quebec

With language police – Heck!

I was forcé de cuisiner Ragoût.

Sunday Poem: On This Summer Night I Thirst

June 3, 2018

Water or Lemonade

Water or lemonade? It’s hard to decide

In my life I have abundant sour

To my initial choice I did not abide.

 

Without water today I might have died

But the alternative presents this hour

Water or lemonade? It’s hard to decide.

 

Before me two options sit side by side

As I sweat I wonder bath or shower?

To my initial choice I did not abide.

 

Listen up, let me this one time confide

When it comes to this moment, I cower

Water or lemonade? It’s hard to decide.

 

In decision making I take pride

However, at these two glasses I glower

To my initial choice I did not abide.

 

When my want and my wish viciously collide

Both liquids I devour

Water or lemonade? It’s hard to decide

To my initial choice I did not abide.

 

Sunday Poem: Qua-bec

May 27, 2018

As the Quebec Bar mulls over the question of whether to continue their legal challenge of Quebec laws for giving English-speaking citizens poor translations of original French statutes, all I can say is I hope they Keep Calm and Carry On.

Quasimodo britannica

The laws in Quebec are flawed in toto

They’d be more legit if written by Quasimodo.

 

 

Sunday Poem: Nuts!

May 19, 2018

Contrary to poet Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken, on a recent bike ride The Road Was Taken. It was a rather nasty spill, but fortunately I dusted off the grit, cleaned the scraped knee and forearm, and still nurse my bruised thumb and palm. I don’t recommend suffering for one’s art.

Nuts

Sunday Poem: Today Was The Day I Stole Marble Cheese

May 13, 2018

Marble Cheese

Today was the day I stole marble cheese
Unbeknownst it was hidden in my cart
I never knew I had such expertise.

When poet deft turns to theft I tend to freeze
The making of blended cheddar is an art
Today was the day I stole marble cheese.

Judges often hear the most far-fetched pleas
I swear it was fair error on my part
I never knew I had such expertise.

Past the cashier I passed with relative ease
I did not dash, pay cash, nor did I dart
Today was the day I stole marble cheese.

When I became cognizant I felt a breeze
The zephyr definitely gave me a start
I never knew I had such expertise.

Tackled by contrasting philosophies
I searched to see if I had stolen a tart
Today was the day I stole marble cheese
I never knew I had such expertise.

 

 

Sunday Poem: Before Tomorrow

May 7, 2018

One should never rush a poem, and alas, I am one. This poem took years in gestation, or hours, okay, a few seconds. Nevertheless, it came when the muse kissed me on the forehead. I hope you love like it.

Before Tomorrow LR

Sunday Poem: May Day, May Day

May 1, 2018

Some poems just need to wait to be written. This Sunday Poem had to wait till Tuesday. That’s what happens when the muse takes a holiday. Everyone needs a holiday, I guess. I could use one myself. But alas, I went to work making this poem on May 1. Hope you enjoy this villanelle.

May Day, May Day

 

Workers should receive a minimum wage, they say

They being the Members of the National Assembly

But their indemnities, expenses, allowances, pensions, we pay.

 

You would have thunk there’d be some Egalité

But workers’ and porkers’ wages differ remarkably

Workers should receive a minimum wage, they say.

 

When the governors receive 8 times more, moral decay

besets the province. They claim this promotes diversity

But their indemnities, expenses, allowances, pensions, we pay.

 

Who proclaims, “Let them drink cafe au lait,

after all, we do so—you know—comfortably.”

Workers should receive a minimum wage, they say.

 

Twelve dollars an hour is recommendation of the dossier

The Minister(who receives $167,482 a year) says it’s appropriate economically.

But their indemnities, expenses, allowances, pensions, we pay.

 

Though disparity causes Francophones great dismay

Disparity prevails a little too regularly

Workers should receive a minimum wage, they say

But their indemnities, expenses, allowances, pensions, we pay.

 

 

Apprehension in the Air

April 24, 2018

There is something special about Spring. It brings back life to my digits, toes and fingers. However difficult the Winter, I know in my wallet that renewal is just around the corner.

The air has been cleared of Winter

And Spring has just arrived

It means more ink for my printer

Which incidentally is expensive

And though the snow I have survived

My balance is still apprehensive.