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Soup

I like soup.
Noodle soup.
Tomato soup.
Potato soup.
All kinds of soups.
Even poetry soup
Like alphabet soup
Where letters form words and words become poems
And poems turn to soup
And soup turns to poems 
And that's what poetry soup is all about.

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Travels

Tiring of travels 
Tired of seeing new places
Even cruises with all their comforts
Just happy being traveless 
No more restlessness 
Just being happy in Vancouver
With its mild summers, mild winters

Tired of waiting in airports
Delayed flights
Hotels with uncomfortable beds

Time to just be restful at home
And avoid all the hassles of travel
Only reminisce of happy moments
In the past
Traveling in my youth
Europe, South America, Asia

Just reminisce now
Of past travels.

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Swimming With Maia

Maia swims well, how time flies,
She's now nine,
Oh, the many poems I wrote about her...
When she was born,
When she was two,
When she was five,
Oh, my wonderful granddaughter,
The apple of my eye,

She wears her swimming goggles
And races with me,
She always wins,
She swims back stroke
As fast as fish swim.

Reminiscing these moments with her,
In our outdoor pool,
This beautiful summer of sun and warmth.

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Olympics

I spend my hours these days
Watching the Olympics
With the usual champions the Americans
Canadians  sometimes winning
A few medals for swimming
Women winning
Still no men
Emotional with Oleksiak
16 year old Torontonian
Breaking Canadian records 
With 4 medals
Women  rowers too getting there
Wrestlers, high jumpers, gymnasts,
And Nestor and Pospisil
For tennis medals. Eliminated by Spain.
22 medals for Canada, tying it to the Atlanta Olympics
In 1984...

What else can a retiree do
But leisurely watch tv 
Take leisurely walks and swims
See a movie,
Pray, eat, sleep

And repeat this routine 
Symbolically comparing the Olympics
To life, to youth, to that period in life
When competition was the be-all and end-all

But now I watch passively 
As the young go through this Olympic process
In life, of life, youth, middle age,
Then, old age when the process ends

And life is but that Shakesperean 'walking shadow,
A poor player that struts and frets upon a stage
And then is heard no more.'

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Death of My Brother

Life is fleeting, they say;
Here now, gone tomorrow,
As the adage goes.

In the blink of an eye, you're born;
In other blink, you die.

Are we reborn afterwards?
Do we go to an afterlife,
A heaven of peace and happiness?

An unsolved mystery.
This elegy to death,
To the mystery of an afterlife,
Can we hope?

Or shall we just wonder
Until our last breath
What's after death?

Perhaps an elegy to life,
To say we lived it well
And leave it up to the Almighty
To do what has to be done
After living this life.

Hope, just hope,
It'll keep us sane,
And at peace with ourselves.

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Maia 9

Maia turns nine today
Apple of my eye
I've said a thousand times
And at 2:30 I'll pick you up from school
Then take you to your gymnastics class
And then home where a surprise party awaits you.
Oh, how I'd like to see your face surprised!

How time flies
And I hope in the years I have left
Your Lolo will enjoy being with you
Laughing, surprising, playing,
Biking, eating and just having fun.

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My Classmates

Like Hamlet's soliloquies 
I now ponder on death
The Shakesperean to be or not to be
And now I ponder on my classmates,
Those who have died these past few years.

When you reach 70, everything after
Are bonus years,
And many of my classmates 
Are going one by one.

No more dialogues.
Only monologues remain.
Monologues of death.
Monologues of the hereafter.

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No More Places

No more places
To run to
Kamloops no more
The frozen gardens
The quiet walks
The hills
Kamloops no more
Only God whispering
In the rustle of the leaves
Today 6 December 2011
Lying in bed 3am
Waiting for another day
Disappointed with my Arab students
Demanding, 'you must pass me because I paid good money',
No thanks, you arrogant idiots!
Waiting two more days before I see my family in Delta,
And I'm done and through with them.
Goodbye, good riddance!

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Love 26

Love is a song in 26 verses
Love love love
The Beatles sing
All you need is love 
What about the romantic poets
Who sing along of love?
Keats? Joyce? Lorca?
Spiritual love
Platonic love
Sexual love
Where is true love?
Is there true love?
Is love just a song
Or a memory of those kisses
From my past?
Yes and no.
Yes because I cherish those memories
And no because I regret lost loves
Nineteen loves
Then 20
How many more have I had?
Were there more than 20?
Perhaps 26
Like the number of verses
In this poem
Exuding from my heart.

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Delirium

Delirium delves deeply
Deeply dense
Derivatively dying
Dancing deliriously
Driving deeply densely

Happily hastily 
Honeyed homeliness

Lying loneliness
Levitating loveliness

Delirium doubly
Dealing deftly deathly
Deeply delving deliriously.