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Tiger Tale


Walking my tiger home alone
In the background and unknown
With a rag I polish a club
Then you take it with a snub

I walk around keeping stats
Wet my finger for wind on flats
Calculate yards from here to there
So dimpled ball will stay in the air

As fast as you behind I lag
The difference is I carry your bag
All in white in bright coveralls
Marking the spot to place your balls

On the green is usually where
Sometimes you don't I won't go there
Have no problem choosing the club
Throwing it back an uneasy rub

I go the distance for eighteen
Making sure you make the green
Many tournaments you have won
Some are due to the work I've done

Raise the cup enjoy the win
I can take it on the chin
Beside you like some garden gnome
Here I'm walking my Tiger home

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Maple Re:Leaf


There is a field that we all know
That passed a torch where Soldiers go
Those that fell fought to the end
From that field they did ascend

To look upon the light relay
That made us free free this day
Rest in peace we do remember 
This is done eleven November

In a field that's now a lot
Rows of cars I did spot
In the air a poppy blowing
Where I wonder is it going

Among the maple leaves that fell
This poppies color blended well
Lost it there but for a moment
Young child's find leaves bestowment

Conferred unknown mom what's this?
This my child so we don't miss
Small reminder Veterans that passed
So all can live in peace ever last

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Through Their Eyes


Pressed firmly a shoulder against brick wall
Arms that are folded and feeling quite tall
A hurly burly of a lazy man
Only works if he has to or can

Frustrated waiting for the big check
Drank the last one quickly red neck
They only come once upon time
Delusional angry and outside so I'm

In and out my mind does wonder
Try to control the other guy under
No money for meds and mad hatter is he
Unpredictable this matter will be

Hoisting two sacks the postman will meet
But which one of us uncertain the greet
Passing me by with no check in hand
Off the stoop on postman he land

Franticly struggling to loosen the strap
Harder and tighter the handle did rap
Doesn't take long the postman is limp
It's back to me the original wimp

I don't understand the reason for action
This guy was good during every transaction
You'll never know by meeting us guys
But we'll see you through these killer eyes

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Andrea Dietrich

Words cannot express... but yet they can when written by Andrea Dietrich.

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Literary Math Equation


Solving depression
If this equation by Victor Frankl is true
D=S-M
Despair = suffering – meaning
I suffer from despair
My despair causes me suffering
My suffering clouds my true meaning
The clouds stop me from finding my true meaning.
–S+-C=-M
We all need meaning. What is my meaning?
What will my meaning equal to?
When my meaning reaches its equal
What will it mean to me?
How will that meaning change my despair?
What is the meaning in my suffering?
If suffering hurts why not find meaning to stop the suffering
-M=D+S
If I obtain meaning I can remove despair and suffering
This equals happiness and then gives me more meaning
-D-S=H=+M+M+M..........to infinity
Is this equation true?

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Common Canadian


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

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Canadian Graffiti


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

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This Cave Is Mined


Surrounded by the Bay of Conception
Bell Island anchored for miles perception
Deep deep under the mine that was drudged
Remnants of rail blind horses that tugged 

Not the mainland but off Canada's shore
The iron ore mines that are no more
Deep in the ground of old Newfoundland
To far the ore that made it grand

No longer the mine that prosperity gave
But a wondrous long mysterious cave 
The pumps are off the water it fills
Divers around go diving for thrills

With caution it's done for there is a list
Many dead miners it does exist
Even though the mine is gone
I've heard some divers have move on

Now some would say there is a ghost
It might be fearful scary to most 
Maybe some spirit or even a fairy
This one could be an old Canterbury

None the less men will explore
That is how we got the ore
So once again you go down under
Miles of caves and all its wonder

Fulfill your quest a bucket list
Check it off and dive the mist
Follow the rope and stay the course
Find the shoe of the old black horse

Search you will with flipper and light
To plunder a relic you'll feel the smite
Of an old ghost miner with pick and shovel
He'll take it back that item you smuggle

So resist the urge to pillage and plunder
We can't get out from so far under
Take our tools you'll leave us bare
So put them down or else beware

Of the old ghost miners protecting this place
We once lived and ran life's race
We are no more to cross the Bay
Make the ferry at the end of the day

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Idle No More


Oil train sits in Lac Megantic 
Town folk sleep not so frantic 
Patrons socialize while they slept 
Unannounced the train it crept 

No such thing a train in idle 
This one proved homicidal 
Train engine fire silent alarm 
Town unaware no fear of harm 

First responders do arrive 
Count all engines numbered five 
Connected cars are seventy two 
Full of crude what would you do 

Disconnect these things on fire 
Bigger problem no desire 
Cut the risk to light the crude 
This decision would be shrewd 

Seventy two cars, assumed on brake 
Town folk safe that slept on lake 
Take in account train on slope 
Some brakes off more danger the scope 

Idle train crept no more 
Picking up speed problem galore 
This idle train left to chance 
Never checked not even a glance 

Explosion awakes town folk in slumber 
Instantly town folk less fifty in number 
People running saving some lives 
Survivors to hear fifty bell chimes 

Responsibility left to whom 
This decision in the courtroom 
On a slope a running car park 
Driver responsible ticket don't bark 

MMA you will be slandered 
Go to hell with your train standard 
You brought a man carrying sickle 
In Quebec you control your vehicle 

If you don't the charge is life 
Stand in camera and take it in strife 
Angry people you will see 
Many more including me.
 
Left to idle a runaway 
Change the law starting today 
Always manned train must be 
Someone in place we must see 

Looking back cutting the cost 
Was it worth all lives lost? 
One more man not a big chore 
Let these trains Idle no more

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Diamonds Are Forever


Picked up first by man in cave
First graffiti for stories they crave
Used by First Nations fire and trade
Wagon wheel trails new comers forged laid

While miners dug deep under the soil 
Horse buggy venders many did toil
Stored in homes and sold street to street
Easier lives this was the feat

Used to fire the engine for steam
Steam powered ships imagine the dream
Shovel by shovel strong men did heave 
Black coals value like diamonds believe

Black diamond coal was driving a nation
Rail to rail connecting each station 
Put to good use to stoke the industrious
Building up future future Illustrious 

Jobs were created with easy combustible
Into the furnace producing industrial
Heating giant cauldrons ore in a pot
Producing the steel we need a lot
  
Fossil fueled war one and a two
Quickly after technology grew
Tiny black diamond magical rock
Picked up by man not only chalk.

8/3/16 for black diamond contest