Long Canadian Poems
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Time and chance happened
to me
Opportunity came knocking
Canadian visa on my green passport
grabbed with both arms
Montreal, Ottawa here
I come
KLM, Air France, Amsterdam, Montreal
cities so surreal
Dreams and imagination becoming
so real
Waiters and waitresses
wait on me
Dreamy and misty but so real
Race and colour irrelevant
All wait on me
Living my dreams
Ottawa with love
Visa on my green Nigerian passport
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.
The old wood building is sadly vacant and needs repairs,
but I have a dream to purchase it and bring it back to life;
it was a general store so I will call it, The General Store Restaurant,
I will retain the bygone day character, come step back in time.
I will blend the past and the present and serve comfort food,
baking crusty breads and serving maple syrup baked beans;
on certain days pea soup, and rich stews like grandma made for you,
a Canadian born chef will be helping me in the kitchen with ideas.
He knows a lot about restaurant makeovers and good eats,
all my friends want to help by being waitresses and cashiers;
they are a happy bunch of smiling faces that will greet the customers,
the people who will come to my restaurant want down home cooking.
The best thing about it is that a rapid river runs right by,
it is situated in a small village right outside the city limits;
on warm summer days I will serve afternoon tea and treats outside,
oh it will be lovely and I do hope you will come to my grand opening.
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September 8, 2016
Poetry/Verse/The General Store Restaurant
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 826-564-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, My Imaginary Restaurant,
sponsor, Silent One
Third Place
Ontario in Iroquois is-
Kanadario meaning sparkling water
the British claimed the land
under the approval of the Queen
148 years ago
well all that is another story
Ontario became a province of Canada
in 1867
a land of rivers and lakes and wild forests
the flag of Ontario has only been flying
since 1965 -
red background
British Union Jack in upper left corner
and Provincial Coat of Arms of Ontario on fly half
it is a symbol of our identity
and the history of Ontario's British heritage
our forever relationship with the Queen
the vastness of Ontario is breathtaking
the most amazing in my life
travelling to Hudson Bay's far north
mostly still untouched and pristine
did you know that the Ontario's flower
is the white trillium
found in woodlands
it follows the sun across the sky
our motto is loyal she began loyal she remains
the Ontario flag flies proudly beside the Canadian flag
a magical beautiful sight shining boldly
on any important building you will find her beauty
blazing in the sun
fluttering in the wind rain and snow
a symbol of pride
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July 10, 2015
Free Verse
Written by Broken Wings
For the contest, Tell Us About Your State Flag, sponsor, Judy Konos
First Place
The Little White Church
The little white church engulfed by the immensity
Of Western Hemlock, Red Cedar, and Douglas Fir
On Nootka Island in Nootka Sound
Confirms the remoteness of the Yuquot Village
On the west coast of Vancouver Island.
The green of the trees towering above and around
Glorifies the whitewashed wood of the chapel.
Surrounding the path leading to the entrance
Are coastal ferns leaning as if pointing the way,
Akin to a Westminster Abbey in the rainforest.
The windowless facade structure faces the ocean
As a defence against the wind’s many directional forces,
While crosses protected in the yard by a picket fence
Bear testimony to Christ’s presence
Among the Mowachaht/Muchalaht First Nations.
Above the door to the house of God,
A steeple rises with a cross on top
And a bell that tolls to call the “people of the deer”
Of Friendly Cove to gather, worship, and pray
In Jesus Christ’s name, Lord and Saviour.
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Note:
“The Little White Church” is an ekphrastic poem describing the painting of a local church located on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada, by Canadian artist Emily Carr (1871–1945) entitled “Native Church” (1929).
Let me tell you a story ...
The story of Wolverine is so vast that I would need much more space,
though, I will tell you what I have gathered about this man;
he was born in Alberta, Canada in 1832 and named James Howlett,
but, he is really a fictional character of Marvel Comics.
Marvel created a mutant human with superior animal-keen senses,
enhanced physical capabilities and healing regeneration;
and three huge retractable claws and each hand- a ferocious force,
though, he had a brooding nature ... a loner with a temper.
He was born to rich farmers but found out his mother had an affair,
and he was the result- he kills his father and runs away;
ending up mining in the Yukon and changes his name to Logan,
he accidently kills his girlfriend and flees to the wilderness.
There he lives with wolves until he is captured and put in a circus,
he escapes and lives with the Blackfoot people of Canada;
in time, joining the military- held captive and experimented on,
becoming an agent trained by the Canadian government.
But he is unstable, his past murky, and he is difficult to control,
he appears in countless comics, either solo, or with X Men;
X Force, Alpha Flight, Fantastic Four, Avengers and many more,
sadly, he does die from suffocation by a horrible potion.
The potion is a hardening adamantion created by a Dr. Cornellius
Wolverine, Logan, James Howlett dies- kneeling in the sunset;
unknown to him he has a son that he never knew existed,
the son, becomes the new Wolverine of the Ultimate Universe.
Of course, comics tend to change the story ...
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January 30, 2023
Poetry/Narrative/Wolverine
Copyright Protected, ID 01- 1522-182-30
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Marvel Superhero Or Supervillian
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 02/20/2023
First Place
"American Montra" Made Dyce"You Can:t be Syrus"
Dantresser submit to his "Dragonhamner" Claw
At 7:05 in Quebec to become the Canadian heavyweight Champion.
Visiting stars from China and Angola were
Presented awards from the international
Busy fund, Handsome Stan Kuerer took exception
To the event, and challenged the Visitors
To a tag match against he, and a partner
Of his choosing,the visters excepted
And the Promter of the region disallowed
The Handsome Stan Kuerer to team with
His fellow stable mate And order
Him to team with Asu Amoriz "the Tention
Senncion". The match ended @12:01
When. Asu pinned the China national champion
Following an off the toprope belly to belly..
The snow is falling, falling on Remembrance Day,
and I cannot help recall and remember my brother;
now, his beautiful name is engraved in a stone gray,
he was more than a brother but a friend like no other.
He left only wanting to keep Canadian peace,
those who think peacekeepers don't die are wrong;
until my last breath I keep in my heart a piece,
of him- and my love for a soldier brave and strong.
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November 9, 2020 repost from- November 10, 2019
Poetry/Verse/'A Soldier Brave and Strong'
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1303-387-10
all Rights Reserved, 2019, Constance L France
WE STILL REMEMBER an historic event
Brian Strand, Blog Challenge, November 9, 2020
The snow is falling, falling on Remembrance Day,
and I cannot help recall and remember my brother;
now, his beautiful name is engraved in a stone gray,
he was more than a brother but a friend like no other.
He left only wanting to keep Canadian peace,
those who think peacekeepers don't die are wrong;
until my last breath I keep in my heart a piece,
of him- and my love for a soldier brave and strong.
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November 10, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/A Soldier Brave and Strong
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1197-394-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Premiere contest, Give Me 8 Lines of Rhyme
sponsor, Tania Kitchin
Sixth Place
Look to the west at the east
A little test from the beast
Six Russian jets coming so near
All bets saying what's perfectly clear
Here they come and soon they went
I feel numb in their message sent
Being so near not far away at all
You should fear such a sense of gall
Six on Friday but what could of been
Making their way behind a Putin grin
What could follow back from the past
As threats ring hollow and seldom last
N.A.T.O and the Ukraine and now US
It is again so insane not to raise a fuss
Timed so perfectly with our Ukraine meeting
To stay free it's Russia that needs defeating
Friday 9-19-2014, only 55 miles from Alaskan/Canadian Border
Major act of aggression
Russia Proves Nuclear Muscle With Ballistic Missile Launch
9-10-2014