Archive for April, 2018

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.



There is no Justice in Justin

April 23, 2018

There is something inexplicable when it comes to lubricating political palms and pockets. The case of the TransMountain pipeline leads me to believe there is grease in the garden. A few words express my utter dismay.

In Justin, we’ve lost our trust in

As he’s in love with Kinder Morgan

But frankly, this affair is disgustin’.


Sunday Poem: One Swell Foop, April 22, 2018

April 21, 2018

I thought I would share this poem a few hours early, because it is in the National Interest. I hope you agree.

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When Rachel and Justin got sucked

Into TransMountain’s bitumen duct

They went willingly

With silliest glee (more…)

Mountains Entire

April 21, 2018

The oceans, the air, mountains entire

We destroy in order

To satisfy our ever increasing desire.


Saturday Cometh

April 20, 2018

When Saturday comes I rejoice

The day when workers

Can reclaim their natural voice.

These Are The Days

April 19, 2018

These are the days of cold and confusion

Of climate change

And profuse political illusion.


April 18, 2018

There’s lots of hype over innovation

But economists can’t bear

To place value on hybernation.

Sunday Poem: Battle Royal, April 15, 2018

April 15, 2018

There is currently a court challenge contesting the moving of Quebec provincial riding boundaries. The word gerrymander comes to mind. As does the phrase Battle Royal.

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Sunday Poem: “April 6, 2018”

April 8, 2018

April 6 2018

Sunday Poem: Pinch Back, Apr 1 2018

April 1, 2018

To follow up on last week’s poem Fresh Grapes, I am reminded that convicted murderer Valery Fabrikant was declared a vexatious litigant by the Canadian courts(i.e. A judge who has ample access to fresh grapes.) Happy Poetry Month.


It is admirable to be vexatious

When government grows ungracious

When they scoop our rights

The powder ignites

Forcing us to pinch back pugnacious.