Walking Cane
Senryu
My walking cane
leading me to my
cold grave
768.
Candy Cane – Simbolo ng Pasko
Sa bansang ito
Makahulugan ang Pasko
Kayrami nitong simbolo…
Makikita, mapapakinggan
Matitikman, mararamdaman
Oh anong karanasan?
Gaya ng “Candy Cane” na matitikman mo
Sa mall o sa Christmas Party na dadaluhan mo
Isa sa mga “Simbolo ng Pasko”
Oh kaytamis na may halong mint pa
Kulay puti, luntian at pula
Sagisag ng malamig na Paskong klima–
Isa lamang ito
Sa mga simbolo
Ng makahulugan naming Pasko!
-12/08/2019
(Dumarao)
*Mga Simbolo ng Pasko
Candy Cane Faerie sprinkles canes all over the valley at night
How she gets these canes would give most of us a fright.
They appear out of no where and land in her hand
As she flies around frantically in this weird cornfield land
Candy cane bull put his hoofs around his sweets
He loved sugar and peppermint, he was fond of his treats
His mother suggested wheat, soybeans or another grain born
you can eat that stuff he said, I want candy corn
Clad in mud, olive-brown, warts and slime,
Across the lawn, a slow, squat, toxic blight,
Dinner-plate menace, poisonous glands
The warty invader takes all our time,
Flesh-webbed feet in the dead of night—
Spreading fast over native lands.
Nothing stops them, not native nor hound,
We watch them, the curse,
All of the toads.
In thousands now on the ground,
Worse.
Toxic darts unveil,
Dominating land is mine
Greed is on the line.
I was awed by the noise..As breath indrawn.? Of mighty
Giants in unseen form..' immediatly after grew the
Vivid lemon walls..towering ramparts a firestorm! fissures
Of red, glints of blue..With a marching noise a crecendo
That grew..Then the road before us began to move as
All types of creatures; as if in a torrent flew.' Snakes and goannas rats and mice, wallabys you name it? All in a trice! no
Animal lingered! or fought with another' they were escaping
From the powerfull flames that smotherd..The octane roar drowned
Your senses alright..!! Sugar cane fields ablaze at night.!!
I'll always remember the workers nearby with machtes at their
Smoko's and that lurid sky.'
How shall we get there? Mr. Snowman asked his wife.
She knew everything; she had not led a sheltered life.
We shall find a candy cane, it will take us to him she said.
They finally found one that was willing, all white and red.
Hop aboard! Invited the willing candy cane taxi cab.
She held still for them on a pinecone cement slab.
Santa’s Village please, Mrs. Snowman told their Uber ride.
She whisked them up and away in a swoop and a glide.
They passed igloos and the Eskimos came out and waved.
They passed a polar bear who had been deliciously caved.
They arrived at Santa Village in record time.
It’s Christmas said their Uber. She would not take a dime.
Trustworthy cane, beside me rests so near,
A steadfast friend, in every weather clear.
Through rain or shine, it lights my way,
A loyal guide, night and day.
In corners sometimes it may reside,
Forgotten when life's tides collide.
Yet, with a stare, its help it extends,
A true reminder of a faithful friend.
From birth's first breath, we learned to crawl,
Exploring places, both big and small.
Now in old age, a different grace we glean,
Walking with a cane, hope's newfound scene.
In your polished wood or metallic frame, a history resides,
A witness to moments where life collides.
Lean on you I may, but stand tall I do,
For you are the friend that helps me push through.
Embracing change, we stride hand in hand,
Traversing the landscapes of shifting sand.
Oh, walking cane, you're more than a prop,
You're a symbol of strength, never to stop.
I take this cane with me
everywhere I go
It travels with me
from bike path to the open road
With my knife I add a notch
at each milestone
It is quite adorned now
for ways of only I would know
My cane knows that I travel
with the sorrowful blues
I strum it like a guitar
and belt out some notes, a few
You could say this walking cane
define me
But I say it's my friend
from what I can see
As for the notches...
they are my angels and my demons
speaking to my walking cane
over all the past seasons
Sunday, May 7, 2023
Poem inspired by Joe Bonamassa's song Notches
One man.
Treading the streets of his city,
large black overcoat blending into the night,
pipe bowl softly glowing red against the dark,
cane sharply clacking aginst the cobbles.
Suddenly an owl sweeps by,
white wings flashing softly,
quietly hooting.
One man,
one street,
one bird,
one night.
Cheater Peter
Haiku
An old man
trying to cheat on his wife
Hit with a cane
(parents smacking their children became illegal in Wales, UK, on 21 Mar 2022)
They now say they will send me to that hell,
where dark ones do await me, and of course
will assail me with insults and more; then
I might bleed, and cause my sore head to writhe.
Yes, dear son, they said, such fate awaits you.
Be good, they say, and earn our tolerance,
it may smile, pledge its righteous heart, greet you.
Belt or palm is not permitted here now.
Our home is kind, and words are kind, for we
are parents who treat their own so sweetly.
(posted 21 Mar 2022)
Why write, if only to please the masses?
Are you an addict for comments only
from positive-prone classes?
Must everything be, oh Lord, so
uplifting?
Life, as we know it, can be harsh and
most twisting!
Allow each poet complete freedom
to express their souls.
I do mean freedom, no limits, should
be our goal.
No repressive-mass antics, against
anyone’s semantics.
Be they too religious, you please refrain
from rude antics.
No man or woman here is a Big Hero
for speaking their truth.
That should be for any poet, normal,
and a given, forsooth!
When you reply, it shows you have
a poet’s true heart.
But do not become a replier only!
Tis then you lost a true poet’s art.
Christmas Day is almost here.
Write, do write poetry and be so effusive,
Part two, on spreading your Christmas
to all the best of cheer!
12-20-2021
12/20/2021
Welcome and be careful of the Candy Cane Walkway the Jester said.
Josh blinked his eyes twice, thinking he was hallucinating in his head.
Seriously, it’s the only way to her house, Jester said with a laugh.
If you want to date the Candy Cane Queen, you’ll follow the path.
The candy cane queen was marvelous, beautiful and sweet.
And a smitten Josh wanted to date her, because she could not be beat.
So, he followed the Cane Walkway, expecting the ultimate best.
The queen watched him step carefully knowing he’d passed the test.
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