Wings of flowing air
Amaze me
As they roll with flair
In the sky
And fly
Straight
Past
Their engines roaring, their blades turning
Fast, oh so fast.
Humans did that.

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   you sunk up to your knees, slipped and slid

      on the unshovelled walks.

February. In the new days, no snow,

   that counts anyway.

February. In the old days, cold so sharp

  you huddled in your fur coat, your wool coat,

    your scarf and toque and mitts.

February. In the new days, not cold,

  for a Canuck anyway.

February. In the old days, the short-long month

   between Christmas and Easter,

     an excuse to party.

February. In the new days, the month

   with Family Day.

February. The lost month

    that nobody wants and

     nobody celebrates.

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“…write a poem about something you’ve been through. For instance, you may have been through a divorce, a car wreck, bankruptcy, detention, or the flu. Please make the something you’ve been through the title of your poem and go from there.”

So I did.

“Falling Down the Highway”

Tires hum on the blacktop
as lights in darkened buildings flash by
and overhead the giant sign warns
of the impending steep hill
we crest the unknown and fall
down the slope towards the cars all lined
up before the round green light
way down at the bottom where a street
crosses the highway we’re on
lights flash red one after one
like dominoes going down and Normand brakes
we accelerate down against the seatbelts
but they pull back pull back pull back pull
we kiss the backs of the seats snugly
as we stop centimetres short of the car ahead
one two…I release my breath and continue
writing in my head only it’s not over
the shock of contact stops time
my left arm reaches up to cradle my once-
damaged neck in time for another
the shock of contact stops thoughts
I stare out the windshield whole
cause of the seatbelt and see a white
car flash past on the shoulder.

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And so a poetry video was born.

Rebirth in the Onyx Ice

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“Lightness”

Million dollars flutter down;
my shoulders unburden
from the debt.

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“Don’t You See?”

Don’t you see the need
in your citizens as you
raise their rates to heights
unscalable by them, their
families, their care-
givers. Don’t you see the need
in your citizens
as you drop their treatment claim
dollars to lows so
cruel they’d be better off
dead.

Don’t you see?

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And now the judging begins. Robert and Tammy, with the help of guest screeners, will whittle each day down to a Top 5 list. These will be passed on to guest judges, who will select the top poem for each day. Robert will then go through the remaining 120 poems (2nd to 5th for each day) and select 20 out of that bunch. That plus the top 30 will round out the Top 50 eBook. We won’t know who and which poems will make it into the Top 50 eBook until July 2nd. It’s going to be a loooonnnng wait, which I’ll probably promptly forget for the next couple of months as is my wont. He will make other announcements about the PAD challenge on that day too. Since about 700 of us posted a poem every day and more than 25,000 poems were posted in total, it’s going to be a difficult task for him!

Thank you to everyone who read my poetry and especially to those who commented on my poems here, on Facebook, and privately. I appreciated your kind words very much. Your encouragement kept me going!

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“Hands”

Hands, those appendages at the end of our arms,
full of nerves and muscles and vessels,
they declare our sussurations outwards.

They grow from pudgy and clenched
to long and lean;
they heal by touch and stroke;
they caress the loved one’s skin and
hold with love the child within;
they whisper comfort and slap awake;
they applaud and pump and do create.

And today they wave farewell.

Farewell.

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“Never Found”

Where did my blue-eyed boy go?
He’s lost in his mind,
Lost to his soul.
Who will make him whole?

Where did my blonde-haired boy go?
He’s split in two and
Three and four.
Who will make him whole?

Where did my blue-eyed boy go?
He’s needed here at home,
He’s wanted by his clan.
Who will make us whole?

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I didn’t think I could do this, but gave it a whirl anyway and got caught up in the challenge. I’ve started each line with a capital letter so if the long lines wrap, you’ll know it from the beginning lowercase letters! After I posted to the poem-a-day challenge page, I saw two words in the fifth stanza that should’ve been “our” to continue the concept of “I” and “us” that I began with. Oh well, fixed it here.

“Look Upon Your Vain Hope, King of Pride”

I gaze upon the stars
At night, their rays like tears
Of joy, of wonder that explode
Into grief upon seeing Leviathan
Roam upon the earth, that creature the demons cheer,
That God created for our misery.

We, who inhabit this place of misery,
Look to the heavens, to the stars
For their cheer
To dry our tears
That the great Leviathan
Did gloat to see in us explode.

And now our anger roils, it explodes,
Cloaking our misery
That he feeds on, that fat Leviathan.
But our fury reflects off him to feed the stars,
Who shed drops and drops of fiery tears
Upon us to bring back in us a spark of cheer.

Oh, so much angst in us does need cheer
To succor, else our hearts explode
Into crimson gushers flooding the land, drowning our tears.
Oh, such misery
They do see, the stars
When they look upon the proud work of Leviathan.

He curls his tail, he purses his mouth, he squeezes his body round his happy prey, does Leviathan.
He feasts on complacent pride and cheers
To see from their mighty fortresses, the constellations’ impotent fury in his starring
Role on earth, his domain of rock formed when God the universe did explode.
He looks fondly on the banquet his happy prey creates from our misery,
He and them slaking their thirst with our tears.

From the heavens, drop by drop, claret and choler tears
Fizzle and burn the armour of the fearless Leviathan.
But he heeds nothing but what he wants: misery.
His enemy is cheer,
And he quickly explodes
It back up to the stars.

But the stars dry their tears
As God, as Ahura Mazda explodes the vain Leviathan.
And all we who suffer cheer to see the end of our misery.

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