Storms are troubles that are a part of your life.
They pass through from nowhere, in their wake is strife..
Pain and suffering may result and sometimes loss.
There is coverage left for you, at the foot of the Cross.
Nothing to put down, Someone already paid your cost.
We'll find peace & comfort where suffering took place.
A plan from God for the whole human race.
In your vehicle of thought, make it the first place to go.
The Underwriter name is God, in case you didn't know.
It is where where Jesus signed the contract for me.
Written in His Blood. The address Calgary.
From there God's angel messengers reach out to you.
Where sin-dead spirits arrive and leave renewed.
Coverage is given to all, no soul turned away.
Through Christ God guarantees coverage everyday!
To sign sign on the line, lay down your pride.
Admit you are wrong so Christ in you may abide.
It's a policy for life, nothing else needed to do.
Because Jesus, our agent has done all for you.
God activates it "IMMEDIATELY" to cover all strife.
He's like "Our Good Neighbor!" for all storms of our lives.
No nazis exist in Ukraine.. We hear such? Well time and again.!
After thought on this matter
I'm ignoring the chatter, for in Canada
They are found, now its plain!
To Calgary some made their stampede.'
14,000 is one strong concede.'
zekensky often visits, giving fist pumps
That limit..Any faith in the parli-amentary
Creed '
If I could choose a moment,
To be my eternity,
It would be that one,
Sitting above the Bow River,
On that high Banff perch,
Above the Rocky Mountains.
And your head on my shoulder,
A gentle weight, a whisper of trust,
Underneath the vast, open sky,
Where time slowed to a tranquil crawl,
And the world held its breath,
In reverence to our fleeting, infinite embrace.
The Bow's waters shimmered below,
Their melody a lullaby to our souls,
As we traced the contours of the mountains,
With fingers intertwined, hearts entwined,
Lost in the beauty of the present,
In the grandeur of the now.
The Rockies, ancient sentinels,
Stood guard over our moment,
Their peaks kissed by the setting sun,
A masterpiece of nature's design,
But it paled in comparison,
To the masterpiece we created,
In that eternal moment,
With your head on my shoulder.
In Calgary, they're in for a real deep freeze
With the wind chill factored in, temps will approach -50
That's not civilized
Staying indoors is advised
Here in Toronto, temps are more moderate at -30
lol
The end of September and they got snow in Calgary
Hang on, thought Calgary was Utopia starting with a “C”
All you easterners
Or should I say, nerds
Those who thought it was utopia were rudely mistaken, SEE!
What's happening with the damn weather, sure like to know
The city of Calgary just got walloped with fourteen inches of snow
It's only October third
Whatta about the poor birds
Haven't even packed yet, ain't time for mistletow
Elsa was a tall lovely Swede
Cross-eyed and knock-kneed
Million-dollar smile all agreed
Flashing her favorite dress made of tweed
A chain at her neck with a simple bead
Loving kindness was her creed
Drenched in thoughtfulness her every deed
The biggest heart kind to any breed
Elsa couldn’t stand to see any creature bleed
Cautious steps not to crush spider or centipede
When Elsa’s turn was up for vacation, no need to plead
She chose her dream destination easily indeed
All wished Elsa a heartfelt Godspeed
And off went Elsa to visit the Calgary stampede
She was impressed with how it was refereed
And how the bulls got their revenge with speed
As it was humans who most needed to heed
Elsa would be back it was guaranteed
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on March 17, 2018
There once was a young man from Calgary
Who suffered great from ragweed allergy
Eyes would itch
Nose would twitch
Sneezes could be heard clear to Germany
A Canadian Love Song
Like JFK with Edgar Hoover,
I'm completely ill at ease:
it's as if I'm in Vancouver,
but I speak no Cantonese.
A Mountie's boot must have its stirrup,
they say Brooke Nevin needs a fattener:
tooth decay loves maple syrup
(look what it did for William Shatner!)
I yearn for something quite profound,
my very own deep inner need,
just as Puget boasts its Sound
and Calgary its Stampede.
Like "foo" means nothing without "fighter",
an ice rink's bare without a puck.
Mike Myers lacks a decent writer:
I think I need a cute canuck.
I hope one day I will be ready
(when Justin Bieber gets a life!)
- Jeanette MacDonald, Nelson Eddy -
to woo you as my Winnipeg Wife.
Up there in the "Great White North"
All people across the land come forth
It's time to celebrate our nation's holiday
Known upon this day as "Canada Day"
Gather all your families, relatives, and friends
Join along with the rest of your fellow Canadians
Spanning all across the land's riches and beauties
Through its majestic and breathtaking places
From the nation's capital of Ottawa
To the diverse city of Toronto
Over the country lifestyles of Calgary
And the traditional French side of Montreal
Disciplined Royal Canadian Mounties and Armed Forces
Well-remembered Canadian Historical Legends
All of them along with you... who are proud to be Canadian
Beautiful floral gardens and splendid mixed forests
Enjoyable winter sports and popular hockey games
How one celebrate this historical holiday?
Only your true heart can determine this
Beginning the day with picnics and beaches
And by finishing with a night of spectacular fireworks
Show your precious colours of the Red and White
The Maple Leaf - one shall always honour
Singing with all our hearts as the flag waves up high
"O' Canada" - our anthem from our glowing hearts
Eve T.M.M. is a sweet Canadian gal
A product of the wild wild west
Living between Edmonton and Calgary
Imagine as a cowgirl she's dressed
Riding frisky stallions and lassooing steers
Roundup time on Circle M Ranch
With the majestic Rockies off in the distant
A loud Yippy-Ki-O she does chant
Now my friends, I could be totally off base
Eve may just be a simple city girl
Perhaps just a sweet down to earth real lady
Sending rancher's heads in a whirl
Well I'd like to think she's a sophisticated lady
With servants at her beck and call
Wearing a diamond studded evening gown
Dancing the night away at the ball
Eve T.M.M. is a sweet Canadian gal
A product of the wild wild west
© Jack Ellison 2015
Died over 2000 years ago in Calgary
Died a horrible death on the cross for you and me
Glory to the father
Praise his holy name
for his mercy n grace
How amazing it is that he rose
on the third day
Every day I give him glory and praise
I can imagine how sad they felt
when Jesus went away
but the angels were rejoicing
cause Jesus's mission was completed that day
He saved the world from sin
so that we can have a way to his kingdom again
God blessed you
glory and praise to our father in heaven
Pray in Jesus name
Amen
Ocean Falls, B.C. has on average
Over 300 days of rain a year
Surely not somewhere I'd want to live
Many attempt suicide I hear
Canadians have a funny habit of
Ending each sentence with an “eh”
Couldn't be a bank robber in the U.S.A.
The “eh” would be a dead giveaway
Average number of folks in our households
Is roughly 2.6, give or take
Would sure like to meet that .6 person
An interesting image that'd make
Millions attend our Calgary Stampede
But we're really not a bunch of yahoos
We're a very computer literate country
Emails we send quite a slew
A unique Canadian one dollar coin
Was introduced back in 1987
It's affectionally known as a loonie
But it doesn't describe us, thank heaven
Even dog food here is tax-deductible
Expecting big lineups at immigration
Reason to migrate to this wonderful land
We welcome folks from ever nation
© Jack Ellison 2103
The Tree
The Bells
The Blazing Guns
Seemed like fate never saw kind, on that drifter called Stone.
Riding the dusty trail, over the Rockies, alone.
With winter behind him, on that warm, spring day.
He was planning for Calgary, by the mid-month of May.
Winter was hard for him, fending off the bitter cold.
Was many a nights, the devil had wanted his soul sold.
But despite those hard months, he had managed to stave.
Enough strength to keep both feet, out of his own, self-dug grave.
When the folk of the town had found their loot gone.
Was then when Stone just happened, to come rambling on.
The truth of the matter, was not plain to see.
Because when Stone rode to town, it was all contrary.
With the real culprit gone, so no one else to answer for thieving.
Left Stone all alone with nowhere to run leaving.
Stone heard the bells of the small town church sound.
With guns blazing, the town folk shot the thief they had done found.
And because they were all, as mad as can be.
They hung poor old Stone, from an old hanging tree.
SHM
Rich Dodson, Ronnie King, and Kim Berly
hailed from the Western Canadian city of Calgary.
They were in a group calling themselves “The Rebounds”.
In the mid-sixties, they were creating their sounds.
Three guys left the group, and what was left was a trio.
The remaining boys would soon relocate to Toronto.
Dodson, King, and Berly went on to fortune and fame.
“The Stampeders” would be this new group’s name.
They won a lot of Canadian and American hearts
when “Sweet City Woman” hit the top of Billboard’s charts.
The group is back together, and still around today.
Watch out for them in concert. They may be coming your way.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for the information I obtained to write this poem.
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