Best Vancouver Poems

Canada, land of good 
manners, polite people
until we lose the Cup
and angry crowds of testosterone
go wild 
burn cars and porta-potties
hurl bottles, bricks, 
street signs and threats 
at lines of riot masks
and batons ready 
for adrenaline 
almost as high 
as that elusive win...

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Athlete kabob meat to skewer
Olympic games meet the sewer
Those ratings too flat
Create new dangers that
Pander to the TV viewer...

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Vancouver's a private reference and it's not really about Canada as a whole, just one
experience regarding the aforementioned. Shh!

Schwein Fleisch vs schweinefleisch. As two distinct words it literally means "pig skin" as
one word it means "pork". I mean it as two distinct words so that...

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February 16, 2010

Raindrops glisten on the trees, 
Sparkling in the morning sun
Soft, sweet spring air – 
Is it truly February?

Gentle little Crocuses, purple and pink
Awake so early, so brave, so eager!
A few towering Daffodils shining yellow
Stand proudly, daring winter’s touch

This year no whooshing down
Inviting slopes...

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Morning light comes passing by way too soon
then the cold breezes blow and up is the moon.
Chilly frost lives through the day, months and years
Nocturnal animals at night you hear.
But do not fear, thus the maple leaves fall.

And as I gaze at the late midnight...

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There was a strange dame in Vancouver
who insisted on being a hoover.
She sucked in much dust
till her health went bust
and the council had to remove her....

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To see a city, you must walk,
Each neighborhood inviting
And areas, like waterfronts,
Give reasons for delighting.

To stroll the streets, check out the stores 
And people watch, together
With sampling the local wares 
Works well in any weather.

But when the sun is shining and
It's not too hot or...

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Vancouver
the most beautiful city on earth
that's where I am from

where the beaches stretch out against the backdrop of
verdant undulating mountains that seemingly touch the warmth
of the gradient coloured skies

this is the place I call my home
born and bred
nurtured and fed
and my loyalty lies with this...

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To you who hides your face,
Sitting on cardboard
Asking for change, with your cardboard sign
Is it change you want? Or coins?

I am frustrated by your lack of motion-
Sometimes there is the puppy eye,
The sleeping angel,
The cardboard cut out, tent

Sometimes there's rocking,
I've also heard bothered screams.

What is...

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Swesish Saga

Gerda left Sweden with an odd liking for turnips.
She claimed hard labor ruined her hands.
She hated her father.
Fritchof walked like an ex-sailor.
He had a vein-blue tattoo on his left hand.
He once sailed the Red Sea and grew a mustache.

They met in Vancouver. A brown...

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