Best Canadian Poems
You are Malala
You have no more reason for fear
For the world now holds you dear
Your humble voice, speaking of others
You too a pearl, adored by worldly mothers
Touching the spirit of kindred souls
You have shown our senior leaders
A child can lead even the elders
You have paved that way
Humble of heart
Joyous towards mankind
Your smile is infectious
I, a simple poet, applause you
You have infected me too!
You are Malala
There's a guy on the Soup called Chris
Captain Hook or Peter Pan is his wish
Boy his Blogs are so good
By this Canadian dude
His information sure is the Biz
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-16.php
So, Justin Trudeau's gonna retire
(something Canadians did desire).
But he's left a big mess,
and Trump's causing stress!
It's a political dumpster fire!
They stand tall like a monument, the wayfarer’s journey guide
Rough stones shaped into human form, the meaning to unhide,
Inuits first carefully piled these stones, the meaning becomes clear,
Traditionally “you are on the right path” or “someone was here”.
These unworked stones were used for survival and a method to communicate,
Mountain passages or an open channel, the stone placement was your fate.
A cache of food was near an Inukshuk without arms or one with anthers attached,
For the lost hunter in the Arctic, their beckoning and comfort was unmatched.
These rocks are used for navigation, the right direction to select,
They can also signify a memorial, a quiet place of respect,
Or mark where the spirits abide or where the fish can be found,
Think- the amount of information provided, without uttering a sound.
Winter 2010, in Vancouver, it became the official Olympic mascot,
“In the likeness of a human” is the modern meaning, now it’s thought.
I am no expert on these stones but driving northward, I keep a watchful look,
And respect the stone monument there to welcome you, the Inuit Inukshuk
Written July 30, 2011
For “Stoned Contest”
Sponsor Catie Lindsey
anniversary, bird, change, courage, immigration, mystery, sky,
'Geese' Hiaku: 'Ode to the Canadian Goose'!
Canada’s Geese © HAIKU
All Northern Geese ‘crop’
Seasonal tour ‘reruns’ twice!
Returning again!
Flag-poled Staff © HAIKU
Two pilots each tour
One Canadian goose ‘flagpoles’
Two tails split ends!
Canada Geese Fly By! ©HAIKU
Touristic ‘fly-bys’
Soar far north in summer months
Down south in winter!
Canadian Geese © HAIKU
Arrow signs direct
Sky-masses of geese ‘elites’
Comings and goings!
Flights Yesteryear© HAIKU
Canadian Geese consent
To ‘v-shaped’ sky-tipped arrow points
Past’s learnt direction!
Canada Geese Tours © HAIKU
‘Fly-by' Geese Tourism
Northerner or Southerner
Two seasons a year!
Canadian Geese Vacation © HAIKU
Arrow signs direct
'V-trailing' geese to the sky
Masses 'enlist' onward!
Flights To Yesteryear© HAIKU
Canadian Geese mark
'V-shaped' (sky) tipped arrow-points
Aged-mapped destinies!
Common Loon we love the most
Can be seen from coast to coast
Across this land gliding on lakes
All across Canada the route it takes
Nesting on islands surrounded by sea
This bird Canadian easy to see
Floats so easily dives for fish
Just as common our Friday dish
A hoot and yodel is its holler
Permanent mark Canadian dollar
Sleek pointed beak head black as kettle
Hardly seen amongst the nettle
Around its neck color green black
Extending wings or tucked in back
Whichever way Canadian beauty
Protecting this bird it is our duty
Reason why this national treasure
No other bird can even measure
Common Loon across this land
Without doubt a Canadian brand
Think Canadian anytime soon
Can't be done without the Loon
Maple leaf loved in a song
Common Loon Canadian strong
Chilled to the bone, this winter sucked
More than this guy could bear
Canadian eh! Should be used to this stuff
Patience? Got none left to spare
Never, if I live to be a hundred and ten
Do I want to experience that again
A winter not meant for human endurance
Been tortured for months on end
Maybe there's a silver lining up ahead
And we're all headed for Utopia
Where it's never gets below 60 each day
And never suffer from agoraphobia
Chilled to the bone, can't handle anymore
Up to my eyeballs in snow
They say being Canadian has it's advantages
What they are, I'd sure like to know
© Jack Ellison 2013
Canadian bacon
In stores for the takin
Brought home for the makin
Canadian bacon
Real eggs on the side
Over easy on me
Canadian bacon
Sweet harmony
Canadian Bacon
More meat to the round
Canadian Bacon
More love to the pound
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015
Thanksgiving Day for me is very nice,
I do what my mother did and her mother.
A gathering of family in a circle of eternal love,
with food a part of it,
turkey with stuffing,
mashed potatoes, gravy and corn,
cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie.
It is a day to celebrate the bountiful harvest.
In Canada it is a change in the weather,
the trees are bathed in orange, gold and red,
and we go shopping for the best pumpkins.
The church is decorated,
in cornucopias and corn,
pumpkins and sheaths of wheat,
there are prayers and songs of thanks.
After we go on a hayride and watch a parade.
It is time to recall what the day means,
how the explorers found Canada in the Fall,
and had a great celebration to give thanks.
First celebrated in 1578,
on the second Monday in October,
there is always a football game on TV,
there is always that circle of love.
And did I mention the pumpkin pies with,
whipped cream!
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November 5, 2016
Poetry/Anisometric Verse/A Canadian Thanksgiving
Copyright Protected, ID 16-846-307-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Thanksgiving Day
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
Second Place
Sprayed on a wall was the word "Eh"
Now that's Canadian I would say
When it comes to graffiti and the cold
We got the paint the paint that can hold
Checking out this urban story
You might even find the word "Sorry"
Canadians they say are polite
Sprawled on a wall "We get it, write"
With a pisst that could be shady
We'll just say "Your mom's a nice lady"
Feeling down on a Monday commute
"Have a great day" you'll read in your suit
Delinquent writer under a hood
Trying hard but misunderstood
On a brick a need to express
"Don't build a wall" is there none the less
Always writing and on the go
I've even seen it written in snow
Artistic expression over the top
Just watch out for that strolling mall cop
Happy Thanksgiving to all you Canucks
I'd send you a card and maybe some bucks
but I'm broke
that's no joke
Stay close to the fire and wear your mukluks
A down day I'm having
They are certainly rare
No real reason
Not very happy I declare
Just one of those day
The approach of the cold
Could it be winter
Could be I suppose
Each year round this time
I'm afflicted by this
The on come of winter
The warmth I will miss
I'm aware of the seasons
Three are okay
The fourth old man winter
Wish would just go away
Sure must be speaking
For most Canucks
Maybe a mild winter
We'll have with some luck
Who am I kidding
It's in Canada I reside
Mild pertains to cheddar
Not the temperature outside
© Jack Ellison 2013
Got dumped on last night... about 4 or 5 inches!!!
Normally civil amongst ourselves.
Knowing the alternative benefits no one.
Accepting of other people and willing to try and understand them.
This, the glue that binds us.
Grateful for the peace we enjoy.
Remembering it came with a price.
Aware we are generally decent people.
An ideal the world aspires to.
Oh, this is our spirit.
Marsee/ Merci/ Thank you Canada!
Winter's here, I'll be cold for months
Each year it's the same old thing
The cold never used to bother me much
Can't wait till that first day of Spring
Guess it's age that's made the difference
Our law says I must love the snow
Canadian, that's why, but I've had too many
Want the weather gods to know
Oh yes it was great when I was a toddler
Those days are long gone I'm afraid
Curl up under a blanket in November
Till the robins once again invade
Might even lose my Canadian citizenship
If no one alerts them I'll be safe
So please dear friends, keep it to yourself
Or I'll writing from a prison base
© Jack Ellison 2013
for my gentle handsome son, Keith Andrew-
The young Canadian goose was lost in flight,
Not knowing which way to turn-
Now he depended on instinct and sight,
And what he had already learned-
The clouds engulfed all his air space,
And for the skein his heart did yearn-
They were migrating north in springtime,
Towards their nesting grounds to return-
He was sure he could navigate the course,
But he really needed to see-
For now it was against time that he raced,
Hoping that soon with them all he would be-
He flew at an altitude of 3,000 feet,
the migration height that geese fly-
’but then remembered on some occasions,
they’d go up 27,000 feet in the sky!
He tried to get his bearings,
by estimating their rate of speed-
Canadian Geese cover 1,500 miles a day,
He’d have to fly faster to succeed-
KA, with courage geared up,
and charged right through the distant clouds-
He spotted black feathered necks and feet,
and heard lots honking that was loud-
His father was in the lead,
of the “V” formation that geese fly-
His mother was right behind,
Asking, “Where did he go and why?”
The young Canadian goose remained in back,
Until all of them touched the ground-
Mother emerged from the gaggle with glee,
Happy her son was found-
Mom and father were together for life-
In the geese world that’s how it goes-
Now it was KA’s time to find a mate,
He made it just in time to propose!