Long Alberta Poems
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Everything was turning green.
The trees had started budding.
Tulips just now breaking ground,
New life through topsoil flooding.
Then it happened, light at first,
Flurries drifting down.
Then heavier, blowing sideways,
Covering the streets of town.
The wind so fierce near blew me down.
The snow was at my ankles.
It's Spring gol-durn-it, what is this!
This insult really rankles.
It was warm with singing birds,
And budding trees and flowers.
We shouldn't have this blizzard now.
We should have gentle showers.
Then one thing came to my mind,
Pro-Vin-Chee-Ul E-Ner-Sha !
The sign up on the highway says,
Welcome To Alberta.
In Devon, Gina was mad at Sarah and so
Took Sarah's kitten, to the kitchen did go
Put it the microwave, pushed the button in
Kitten died in pain, I'd call that a sin.
Two teens in Juniata did the same as a prank
For them its fun, but to me it stank.
Is it something missing in the mind, or converse
A dark side that drives their morals in reverse?
Two teens in Alberta broke into a home, so brave
Smashed it up, put the cat in a microwave
Listened to it scream in pain before it died
Painted two mocking messages on the side.
Two teen girls in Maine put a cat - guess where:
They made a video on social media to share
Sharing cruelty is not very bright
Not every agrees that such deeds are right.
These humans got into trouble, because not all agree:
That fun with cats goes with humanity.
And yet, I eat animals every day
I put out mouse traps, throw dead mice away.
I guess the difference is that I don't want to cause pain
But some people do, though not clinically insane
Its part of the human condition that they are out there
Know your surroundings, take heed and take care.
There are times when nobody can save
You could be that cat in the microwave.
Alberta “Jean,” the different one was she
since her birth and among her family.
This redhead born of parents with dark hair
had felt herself an odd plain duck; in prayer
she’d kneel and on her father’s farm was awed
by nature. In the fields, she’d pray to God.
With fervent adoration for her God,
she searched for truth. A maverick was she.
She left her parents’ church, for she was awed
by teachings not those of her family.
The Gospel she discovered through deep prayer
dismayed her folks, as had her bright red hair!
Upon her birth, because of her red hair,
her folks had joked she wasn’t theirs, but God
would lead her to a new life. On a prayer,
she traveled west. A restless soul was she -
the one to leave her home and family
to find her niche; by her bold move I’m awed.
By all the things she did back then, I’m awed.
She joined the Navy. Jean, with bobbed red hair,
would meet my dad and start a family.
Great trials came to her. She called on God.
To go back home then was the answer she
was given after long and pleading prayer.
She had to leave my dad. I know through prayer
this answer came to her. Again I’m awed
because with us, her four small daughters, she
became a single mom. She wore long hair
up in a bun, worked hard, had faith in God,
and married someone else with family.
Eight children then were in our family.
My mother taught her stepkids about prayer,
affecting all our lives. Her trust in God
is never-ending, and we all are awed. . . .
She’s 80, widowed, and still has red hair
and goes out dancing!! Rare indeed is she!
With faith in God, Jean raised a family.
No need of fame has she, for she has prayer
and grandkids awed now by her still red hair!
* see about poem for more info on Jean
*I tried to make this one like a rhyming Sestina. Instead
of choosing just any six words to repeat at the end of
each line, I decided to use three pairs of words that
rhymed with each other. The position of the words
changes from stanza to stanza, but I think the rhyming
aspect still holds strong.
Written 2/13/12
Today her hair is salt and pepper and she just turned 89!
For the 'Mother -' Contest of Constance La France
"Sit Down Young Stranger" And I'll tell you a story
Of a troubadour who sang about "The Way I Feel"
I stood in his "Shadows" just "East of Midnight"
Couldn't believe my "Summertime Dream" was real
I "Salute" the man who sang about "Sundown"
His music helped ease my strife
Traveling his "Carefree Highway" I found
"Harmony" in the "Summer Side of Life"
"If You Could Read My Mind" you'd know
The "Rainy Day People" and the pain
O being left "High And dry" in a "Circle of Steel"
Standing in the "Early Morning Rain"
Now "The Watchman's Gone", there's a "Bend in The Water"
"Rainbow Trout" swim but the "Circle is Small"
I watch "All The Lovely Ladies" as I'm "Alberta Bound"
But they are not on my "Protocol"
I'd do "Anything For Love" , for my sweet "Daylight Katy"
I'd give up all my fortune and fame
Then "I'll Tag Along" "Restless" and tired
If I knew "Did She Mention My Name"
All Gordon Lightfoot songs in quotation marks.
God is sovereign over pandemic
Vanquishing miserable health-crises
He knows what is best, blessing wellness-zest
As His people trust His omnipotence.
With God’s omniscience in nature’s event
He’s not surprised with the COVID-19
Allowing such record in history
Though causing community lockdown angst.
God for sure knows varied government bans
Cognizant of every health protocol
Amidst public safety enforcement rules
Giving guidance to each one who seeks Him.
Here am I with freedom-propped compliance
Granted with choice by faith’s ruling power
Knowing that God has control above all
Including my body’s well-being glow.
For Florida and Texas’* situation
I do commend their lockdown-free status
Backed-up by data of good news’ release
Even with “doing well” progressive rate.
With Alberta’s* “strict limits” circumstance
I can relate, since such is true with us…
Restrictions are imposed as cases rise
Midst vaccination-drive and booster-push.
Doing my best to guard health by God’s grace
I still keep on with ministerial work
Knowing that these are all signs of the time
Pestilence is one; this virus is proof.
Then, I do my part to share the Gospel
Declaring Christ as the greatest Healer
Securing believers’ eternal life
Against sin-virus no vaccine can cure.
Thus, to God do I entrust my sure state
Believing that His wise plan is perfect…
While busy in His kingdom, I’m praying
“Even so, come, Lord Jesus”**… That’s my hope.
*https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/do-lockdowns-not-work-why-florida-and-texas-are-doing-better-than-ontario-and-alberta
**Revelation 22:20 He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.
January 27, 2022
3rd place, "Alberta Texas Florida" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joe Maverick; judged on 2/28/2022.
Today we bid goodbye to beautiful Glacier
We’re traveling to a tiny house in Monarch, Canada…on our way to Banff
Which is distressing for a person who love rhymes
not because it won’t be beautiful…but because nothing rhymes with Banff.
But that is for another day…today we crossed the border into Alberta, Canada
and still illuminated by Na’pi’s sun
we spent part of the day in the National park…known as Waterton.
First a little history:
Glacier National park does not end at the Canadian border…no it continues forth….
In fact those Rocky Mountains we love so much we share with our neighbors to the north.
Instead of separating them into two parks…
our two countries decided these parks should be combined…
And in 1932 they established the Waterton-Glacier International Peace Park…
the first park of its kind.
To this day the Blackfeet, Kootenai and Salish Indian tribes
hold these mountains sacred…as they do the Earth, the rivers…the sky
With teach step into this International Peace Park…you begin to understand why.
The beauty we experienced in Glacier…that we thought was second to none…
extends itself northward…and into Waterton.
From its mountain lake, its giant peaks…its red rock canyon and falls
just like Glacier to the south…Waterton has it all.
We even saw a grizzly bear…couldn’t tell if it was a he or she
and a black bear with her baby cubs…not one, not two…but three.
As I’ve said repeatedly finding the words to explain all this beauty
is extremely hard…
for these past few days it’s like we’ve been living…inside of a post card.
A post card I send out to you…
It’s message is a simple one…I pray…
that one day International peace will be more than just a park
between Canada and the USA
Anti-social behavior is a trait of intelligence in a world of conformists.
~Nikola Tesla
I've never been
To Alberta, Texas or Florida,
No, I haven't been
And I don't intend to go.
It's not Covid
That keeps me home
It seems that will be with us
Until Eternity comes.
It's a virus you know
And will mutate
In dozens of ways,
Survival of the fittest...
I am an almost hermit,
I don't like most people
Except for Mom,
Of course.
I venture into town
Only when I have to,
Covid hasn't changed
Me much at all!
Like Twain once said,
"The more I learn about people
The more I like my dog!"
In fact, all five of them,
And a couple of cats.
For: Alberta Texas Florida Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joe Maverick
Some say love makes the world go round
I say it is oil that makes the world go round
The thing that is in everything
from plastics to fuel is how it does rule
so given this thought here is your opportunity
to have your say in a different way
Where’s your stand on the Keystone pipeline
moving dirty Alberta oil from Canada to Texas
Or fracking that shakes the earth
and plays with the water table
how about drilling in national parks
and protected wetlands or in oceans and seas
the carbon footprint that fossil fuels leave
and our slavery to BIG oil and high gas prices
but what of the flip side
the oil cartels called OPEC alongside Mr. Putin
does the blackmailing by the few
through oil dependency offset the risks
that is the question to be answered
Andreas Simic©
One has a rallying spear
Other has a chomp to fear
But on the weekend to give gratitude
A Seminole and Gator won’t be showing any attitude
Cancelled is their rivalry match
Neither one will be the dinner catch
Gator meat
Sautéed and sweet
Will not be grilled by holiday heat
As for the Tribe
Known for the warrior horseback ride
Albert and Alberta will not have them in their clutches
Prescribing prosthetics and crutches
Due to a viral infection
Contagious and doesn’t hear the word rejection
Has ended this simple little thing
That is nothing more than a festive fling
After sailing down the Amazon department store river
Shopping with prime free delivery
Tight Izod shirts
Great gift for Seminole evenings filled with flirts
For the Gator’s heart
Nice handcrafted jewelry a nice giving season start
Maybe a medicine ball
Would be the stocking stuffer call
No game attending
School spirit must have some mending
Road trip to the fountain of youth
And seek some truth
Before the first semester grades hit the roof
It is the time when reality starts to show
Debating what the professor really does know
About the All American Academic Athletic show
Requested to be let go
Hopefully when final exam time arrives
This hash tag anti-social behavior drive
Will take a nose dive
Finding the answer
Just like they did for HIV positive and cancer
It's snowing again, I just don't believe it.
I live in Alberta but my mind can't conceive it.
Here it is now the middle of May.
I look out my window, it's blowing sideways.
I ran outside again to cover my plants.
Skip, hop and a jump and I'm doing a dance.
Snow clings to my pants and soaks my slippers.
Kick them off, put on socks as my bottom lip quivers.
Yesterday it was gone, my plants up a foot.
The weatherman must have erroneous input.
The forecast he gave was for rain, not snow,
And more rain tomorrow, guess we're in for a blow.
My poor little plants, oh woe is me.
Alberta's my home on the lone prairie.
If you don't like the weather and you've time to give it,
It'll change if you wait, just give it a minute.