Category: My Work
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Hog
Hog A shambling figure made for a hog, Studs, chains & leather And suitably hirsute, Belly obscuring a belt buckle Declaring his allegiance To Mr. Harley and Mr. Davidson. Cheap (looking) glasses perched on his head Above a ball cap in reverse Covering his balding top, An affectation That should have been abandoned With short…
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Song of a Heretic
Song of a Heretic Mary kneels at the foot of the cross Weeping softly, silently, most pitifully for her son. Who could not be moved? But why would she weep? For the resurrection had not yet come To bring her peace. The rock not yet rolled, The cerements lay undisturbed And the angels in…
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Grenadier Pond
The poem reflects a moment of serene beauty at Grenadier Pond, where the narrator captures a woman absorbed in poetry. Her physical grace and the idyllic setting evoke deep emotions and memories. The imagery intertwines nature and literary references, illustrating how the fleeting moment profoundly impacts the narrator, immortalizing her essence through a photograph.
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My Toast
My Toast In the company of mates and lassies Whom I have loved more than life itself, With a hardy measure of Uisga Beatha Near at hand, I ask no more than to indulge my fancies One more time For the sake of all that has passed And all that is to come. Those…
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Janus
Janus Look how young we were, So confidently flamboyant In our beads and feathers And coloured glasses, Impossible visions in our heads And a world of temptation in easy reach. An exotic table spread with promise And extravagant confidence Lay before us, A cornucopia of delight and danger. Gleefully destroying our ears While feasting…
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Hazelton Summer
Hazelton Summer Wandering through the pathways of Hazelton, Late at night when the crowds have thinned And all the nine-to-five-ers are safely home, We walked hand-in-hand Walking as one, A moving embrace that only we could see. We tasted the all heady flavours of Yorkville, Drew in the scent, felt the exotic lure Of…
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Come Walk With Me
Come Walk With Me As the world measures such things, It will be a very short walk As I near that final step. I have stumbled down darkened trails Lined with dangerous things. I’ve succumbed to many of them, Embraced them with loving arms Knowing they were doing me great harm. I was invincible in…
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The Mirror’s Face
The Mirror’s Face I have lived so long Without a mirror to see my face. No reflection of the tears on my cheek Nor the softened brow and smile That comes from communion with my heart. I have not recognized myself until now. I was a stranger, wandering alone Without even my reflection for company.…
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Joyce
Joyce The gentleman opposite rose to leave. Doors slid open. He glanced my way. His look was puzzled but inquiring, One eyebrow cocked In a curious question mark that said “Reading Joyce on the subway?” I looked up from the page And told him I was reading it again After many years. He seemed impressed.…
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Lines
Lines How many lines have I crossed, How many boundaries have I dared, How many fates have I challenged, How many souls have I maligned, All unknowing and innocent? A reckoning is due. One step. Two steps. Dare I risk another? Past follies and foolishnesses Have left their mark And weigh in with their reply:…
Palimpsest 