Poems to Soothe the Savage Beast

Those Days Are Gone

2010-03-04T11:39:00.000-08:00

Remember the days
When common sense ruled greed.
When everyone saw why
Drugs were frowned upon,
When gambling was for the ignorant,
Not the rich,
And when a steaming cup of coffe
Shouldn't need to be labeled hot.
But those days are gone.

Remember a time
When people saw hope.
When a major slaying
Wasn't a daily occurance,
When you couldn't access
Child exploitation
With a click,
And when you actually considered
Donating to a begger.
But those days are gone.

Remeber back to
When the earth loved.
When an affair was a gala,
When a divorce was "too much work",
And when a child wasn't a burden,
But a blessing.
But those days are gone.

Remember the world
When we cared for it.
When penguins were safe,
When no one needed to know the difference
Between fluorescent and incandescent,
And when extinct was for dinos and dodos.
But those days are gone.

Remember life
When money had value.
When someone who walked out
During a movie
Was wasteful,
When the TSX falling
1000 points a month
Was a tragedy,
And when a bailout
Was on a ship
But those days are gone.

Society's prime.
A functioning government.
Compassionate people.
Those days are all gone.

We Are Canada

2010-02-13T18:48:00.001-08:00

What is Canada?
Canada is not the cheer of the crowd as the puck finds the back of the net with a few seconds left.
Canada is not "please" and "thank you".
Canada is not a beaver, a puck, sweet sap, nor maple leaves.
Canada is not meters, "eh", or zed.
Canada is not a totem pole, the Rockies, or the water of our lakes.
Canada is not our glowing hearts, glowing fires, or glowing faces.
Canada is not snow, wind, or clouds.
Canada is not igloos, log cabins, or anything made of snow.
Canada is not French, English, or Britain.
Canada is not any of those things.
We are Canada.

Hidden

2010-02-01T03:00:00.000-08:00

I am hear to tell you
That it may be winter,
But summer is not lost.

It's hiding beneath
The pile of snow
Outside of the front door.

It's underneath
The sheet of ice
That used to be a driveway.

It's peeking out
From behind the clouds;
The dark, dark clouds.

Summer is here.
All you have to do
Is look for it.

Stand Up

2010-01-19T13:09:00.000-08:00

We can eliminate the hell
Of those treated unwell,
If we stand up.

We really should care
For those treated unfair.
So stand up.

We can stop the hurt
For those who feel like dirt
If we stand up.

We can save the day
for a child who can't pay
If we stand up.

But we still let them die
will on couches we lie.
Just stand up.

Dedicated to all the survivors of the Haiti earthquake, and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

2009 in Review

2010-01-03T14:58:00.000-08:00

Have a Fine Christmas

2009-12-24T03:00:00.000-08:00

The cookies are fresh,
Our best socks are up.
Soon there won't be any
Milk in the cup.

Santa is coming,
With a sleigh full of toys
To give to all of the
Good girls and boys.

With his large round belly,
And his red and white suit,
St. Nick will come down
The chimmeny with a hoot.

He'll look around only
For a moment or two.
Then with three "Ho"s
His job he will do.

He'll leave John's presents
Under our tree.
Then his set off to work
On little old me

He'll fill up our stockings
With goodies and treats.
Then, with a laugh,
He'll do some amazing feats.

He'll fly up the chimmeny
In the blink of an eye,
He'll hop into his sled
And then he shall cry:

"Have a fine Christmas,
Don't quarrel, don't fight.
Have a fine Christmas,"
And flew into the night.

The Real Reindeer

2009-12-21T18:42:00.000-08:00

Let me tell you, my friends
That someone here lied.
The song you all love
Is written from the wrong side.

See, Rudolph's story
Was changed quite a bit.
Let me tell you the real one,
No bull and no grit.

It all started on the day
Dear Rudy was born.
Upon seeing his nose,
His parents were torn.

Should they keep and raise
This freak as their son
Or throw him out;
Hide him from everyone.

Well, sadly, they decided
Upon option B.
Little Rudolph was kicked out
Like a single, useless ski.

But this little reindeer
Knew just where to go.
Santa greeted him
With a "ho ho ho ho".

But because of his nose
He became a deer idol;
Looked up to by all
Was mainly Rudy's style.

I regret to inform you
That his head was quite big.
"Inoccent" Rudolph's personality
Was like that of a pig.

So when Rudophf was chosen
On that foggy night,
His head grew threefold
Because of his light.

And that all for right now,
He still cocky beyond reason.
But luckily it doesn't
Effect the Christmas season.

Writing on a Wall

2009-12-14T17:53:00.000-08:00

Paint can in hand,
He stares at the wall.
He has a vision in his mind.
He's an artist
(Of sorts).

He stops.
Well, actually, he pauses.
Thinks about the morals, the ethics,
Of what he's about to do.
He sprays.

These are the tunnels,
The tunnels of tomorrow.
What our children will see,
The words they will learn,
The attitude they will have.

It is a sickness.
It spreads rapidly.
It cannot be stopped,
It cannot be cured.
It is writing on a wall.

Jack Frost

2009-12-11T17:02:00.000-08:00

Emerging from an icy cave,
Jack Frost returns once more
To glaze the world over
With cold

His breath he blows
On your window pane.
Haze clouds your vision
Once more.

He pushes the colourful flowers
Back into the ground,
Holding them there
For months.

Pooling the lakes' water
In his fridged hands.
He drinks, and the water
Freezes over.

His spirit runs free
In the air we breath,
Becoming the wind
So cold.

His only mortal enemy
Subdued for the season
It's rays hidden behind
His clouds.

The Dove

2009-12-04T04:33:00.000-08:00

A dove flies through a battlefield
Amidst the cries of war,
Knowing the risk to him and those below,
Even if they don't.

Explosions rock the air he rides
As he slowly drifts on a current.
Bullets fly past him, at 60 miles an hour,
But still he flies.

Commands shouted to die-bomb the enemy,
Praying they’re not meant for him.
Blood gushing everywhere,
The sound of his wings lost.

The shouts of the dying fill his ears-
A traumatic experience.
Knowing they’re the last words
To be uttered by an innocent mouth.

Dust clouds float up,
Choking his airways,
From the soldiers that hit the ground,
And will never get up.

Diving lower and deeper into the gore,
The dove is mortified.
"What does this solve?" the dove asks himself,
"Can they not see the pain?"

A large steel ball drops from the sky
Almost sending the bird to his death,
A close call for our winged friend,
But the humans in its path aren’t so lucky.

A gigantic fire ball destroys the ground.
Promptly shooting into the sky,
So many died, ever more dying,
Suffering for minutes more.

Several bullets erupt randomly
At the border of the designated murder zone.
A few go astray.
Guess who they hit...

Upside Down

2009-11-30T03:00:00.000-08:00

A large blue pool
Graces the ground.
Pure as snow,
Until the storm.

Someone jumps in,
Sending splash everywhere.
The noise is solely known
As thunder.

Trees' bare roots
Yanked from the ground,
The leaves forming
A cover over the sky.

It slows down
To a crawl.
There goes
The upside down season.

The Mockingbird Sings

2009-11-29T10:17:00.000-08:00

The cold wind blows, tilts the trees.
Icy frost it's feathers singes.
The children are shut inside,
Yet, still, the mockingbird sings.

The rain drenches all the leaves
Of the tree where it's song rings.
Water ingulfs the creature,
And, now, the mockingbird sings.

Clothed in a blanket of snow
Is the nest where it ranks king.
It's dark black wings stay unseen.
On deaf ears, Mockingbird sings.

The sun shines, warming the earth.
The butterflies flit like kings.
Coloured flowers start their bloom,
But mockingbird cannot sing.