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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.

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The laws in Quebec are flawed in toto

They’d be more legit if written by Quasimodo.

 

 

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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.

 

 

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>

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.