Monthly Archives: August 2017

Best Promises

do you have time for a coffee?
we could go to Napanee
but nobody goes there
unless it's for a home hardware tee.
so Belleville maybe
visit the BDIA wares and tears
search for the word - whats the best word to describe?
do you have time for a glass of red?
we could go off an old settlement road
taste France before France realizes
we could cross the border and not check point anything
just tell them we came for rally and debates.
do you have time to shoot a word past me?
i'm reaching out and calling the bullshit -
what's the word?

the game is the word

get ahead of the game but then move on -

do you have time to debate the weather with me?
we could sit out by the lake
jump in an R.V and wish time had no map.
it's 10 minutes past August already
and we've decided on a provincial park
where the dogs must be muzzled
and the wine must be bagged
where the firewood must be paid for
and beer won't be overheard by the neighbours
complaining about our music.
do you have time for a coffee?
it's the necessary evil of heaven
a Canadian must a'do similar to British tea on
the back burner of the old country home in
Read.

But are we still in Ontario?
yes - just north enough to be perfect
whispering along the treeline
i am so happy that i must be lonely
just so i have something i can
still relate to.

Do you have time for a coffee?
Muskoka smoked Cuban with a hint of campfire.
we had to get away from the area.
leave the AHL of tax credits for a good ol'
OHL game - wondering if the walk down the street
is worth the effort
after a long day of doing nothing but enjoying the 
back porch view.

Let's grab a beer and know no one picks up the phone
sends an email - or bothers to say hello.....
let's make promises we never intend to keep
a couples date on date night - arguing over the best movie to take in.
- no darling
let's not feel so lonely - in the alone time.

it's what we've always wanted
while the cars whiz past in non stop country fashion
moving as time moves on a road that no longer understands
6 a.m and 6 p.m only - because the work week - babe...
never ends....
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what are you fighting for?

when religion goes against love
church hiding itself in the linguistics of legality...
when condemnation keeps you from sharing the wedding feast
sitting by the bedside for one last or a first chance....

when the discussion is only an argument
ending before the interesting or counter axis....
when disturbing the nest is the focal point
a reaction in wait with desperate hope....

when change is in the air
and it scares.....
when hope is only for this lifetime
the rallying point has a finish line.....

when love is the greatest gift....



digging in

lets call it like it is
-digging in rather than relevant discussion
hate speech vs free speech.

let's call it like it is
-quoting Vice instead of Kinsella
rational education vs a feeling for sale.

lets call it like it is
-pitting party against party
not humanity united in spirit.

let's call it like it is
-good journalism combating a label
radio headline discussion without the research to understand

let's call it like it is
- let's? lets?
lets.

Unable to find Sudbury

The river drops Fall through the mountain
while paint brushes from the vos
shoot swimming women of sperm
-onto the canvas the Canadian nothingness appears
painting while seated on the stone seat
wondering how to stop the sun.

The river is a solid mass
moving only when closely viewed
-calm as a virgin before her wedding
spilling then over the hillside
great barrels screaming in warrior form.

The brush strokes are evenly scattered
abstract after the first pencil sketching
-thumb to the clouds counting backwards their movement
choosing yesterdays mood 
until the past is correctly satisfied.

Save today for another day
-Duchesnay Falls can wait until Summer finally dries
and in the Fall we will climb her cedar hills
sit on the stone seat and remember our wedding vows
the courage to make it here
knowing the strength it takes
to still climb back down.

God places his thumb over the canvas
smirks at the passage of time
the nothingness half second which calculates
-the bulk mass of a mountain
this river from a dry bed
one corner of a small Ontario - unable to find Sudbury.

 


questions

why do little girls scream when they play?
ear splitting happiness -
little boys roar 
warriors not knowing their era -
when do they learn to swear?
they're first word -
when do we lose our innocence?

first thoughts of texture tested?
that snake that questions each of us -
at what age do we give in?
spend our lives not knowing - or perhaps?
knowing -

always knocking at the gates
Eden past the velvet ropes -

each our own atheists in wonder
knowing that God - is
not knowing - what - God - is
and leaving the argument behind
just when the questions are becoming interesting

too disturbing to change
that lost innocence -
that snake whispering again....

* knowing that God is/ not knowing what God is
  leaving the argument when questions become interesting - paraphrased questions made by Bishop Barron in his YouTube series

Rathbun

FANCIFUL

Dodge the pellets
pull hard – left
-wings drop under blue
sink into a nose dive
and pepper your opponent.

Wake up from dream
listen to the Deseronto Bay
sit up and look out
gaze high
-the sputtering of crate paper
(you’re next)
for 5 hour lesson.

Mom and Dad don’t know
they’re in Mississauga
believing I took work
and traveled maybe as
far as Cornwall
-but I stopped 2 hours short
asked for a uniform….

I’m Ready To Become a Hero

MAYBE NOW I’LL LEARN SOMETHING

I never knew my borther
9 kids
me – the last by almost
20
-he was the oldest
2nd brother so he became a mentor
but…

there’s a picture found in the closet
I’m 70 and it’s the first
I’ve seen it.

My 2 oldest brothers
standing together in Texas?
in uniform?

Picture titled
1st day in U.S from Ontario….missing Rathbun…

CAMP RATHBUN 2 KILOMETRES EAST FROM NAPAPNEE

In the background a local
tells me
he has struts from a plane
which crashed on his
property
-had propellers as well
but was eventually stolen.

His father saw it
well – heard the crash
and saw the plane upside
down from a nose dive.
put out the fire
and pulled a victm from
the wreckage
-RFC came and cleaned it all up
well…..most of it.

Local says
he wasn’t born yet
didn’t know the fliers name
-no record.

…I think about my brother

THE TRUTH

I’m trained now
had a meal in the cafeteria
-looks like a converted tractor
barn.
heading out now to
Texas
then off to where
the action is.

I’ll say one thing
I won’t miss pushing these
damn planes in the snow
Texas is sounding pretty good
in December…

I will miss Christmas with
the folks tho.
sent them a letter in
the mail
-told them the truth.

YOUNGER BROTHER

Got a letter from my
younger brother.
Ma + Pa flipped.
-I figured they were already upset
so…
I may as well join too
before they returned to their
senses.

DAMN FOOL

Received a letter from my
older brother
he’s in his 90’s.
says that pic in Texas
was taken on his first day
-big brother shipping out for the
front.
-last photo of them together.
he didn’t say much else in
the letter
other than…..

they were damn (proud) fools

DESERONTO ARENA

I brought down some artifacts.
all the stuff I found in closets.
cleaned them up and put them in
proper frames.
going to show them at an
RFC festival at the arena.
-maybe someone can tell me more
-maybe I can tell this story to
the next generation.
-maybe I won’t feel so old
or lost.
-maybe I’ll see my brothers
in the eyes of another family
telling a story of their
own.

Dear Johnny
Dear Tommy

You Damn Fools. Damn Brave Fools


Dreams

Give me scissors
to cut the tulip
humid Sunday of July 1 –
Confederation you say

where the lawn takes a day of sun
ready for another week of rain
where dogs don’t want to shit
for fear of being pelted by dropping clouds
(and cats)
stay inside while mice rustle in the brush
breathing relief.

The tulips are ready
bring them inside for warmth
the wild roses are corner ways and
drown themselves in the sorrow
of an eavestrough tired from 30 days straight labour.

I am in love with you
but you have moved 500 kilometres north
and why do they call it North bay they ask?
because it north from Toronto
and Nipissing doesn’t roll off the tongue
(is harder to spell)
Miss iss ipp i.

We run ourselves in circles
trying to discover a medium
a middle ground
fence line where we can tie off the horses
and set down a blanket
read Thomson to one another
the braille in the paint work
while his body floats lifeless from bad
debts

give me the scissors
the tulips are ready
the roses need time
you and i
have a month of separation
before the rains stop
and shows us the way
home.


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