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I did write u a poem but I lied about it and forgot. As you would say, I tend to lie about things a lot
Please would you meet me at the park?
Today, at four-o-clockish sharp?
At the bench under the tree
(Just come and talk to me!)
And yes I know that if there's snow
Or rain, we'll get cold and have to go—
But have you heard, do you know?
How to kiss like an Eskimo?
We can rub our noses together
To protect them from this horrid weather
And If it snows we'll just build an igloo
(If only to extend this brief rendezvous )
Stay a little longer to see the northern lights?
Stay with me to watch the starry nights?
I get it if you're busy, that's also fine.
(But won't you, can't you, just be mine?)
But now it's five, we don't have long
And so I guess the igloo's gone
And so we'll go back to the bench
And you can say "Why not more like the French?"
I like Svalbard, but you like Paris more
(And of course, for you) I'll say: "sure!"
Recently, the President-elect
showed a noticeable lack of respect
when he opined that "Wouldn't it be great
if Canada became the fifty-first state?"
I have a proposal for the President-elect
and forgive me if I am less than circumspect.
Instead of imposing your country on us,
let America become a Canadian province!
That way, all Americans would get universal health-care,
as opposed to your system which is grossly unfair.
And say what you want about our flaws,
but at least we have strict gun control laws.
(And on that point -
although I know you don't care -
mass shootings in Canada
are extremely rare.)
Also, here in the land of Northern Lights,
we have respect for women's reproductive rights.
Yes, Mr. President-elect,
I know my country is not perfect,
but, unlike you,
we know a thing or two,
about respect.
On the frigid wings of the northern breeze
waned winter with frayed feathers flies away,
clears the mist from shining sky out of freeze,
song of birds brings life in ambiance grey.
On silken leaves’ cradle blooming buds glow,
with cascade of color petals unfold,
zephyr ripples fragrance in fervent flow,
but spring also has its downside untold.
Insects crawl out after hibernation,
stinging bees build hives in unwanted place,
allergens spread as season’s creation,
from defrosted ground dust fills warm air space.
Though compared to winter it is tender,
spring is not all encompassing splendor.
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February 6, 2023
Syllable count : 10 per line (HMS)
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Wintertime
A seasonal shift most wished-for
Wind chill factor drops below zero
Flakes begin to plunge over icy lakes’
Snowbirds angered by the blizzard,
Frostbitten icicles dangle from the leafless trees
Gold and silver jingle bells glide in the wintry snow
Slushy snow powdery the slippery roads
Hot cocoa heat beloved shivering bodies
The smell of spiced pumpkin pies in the atmosphere
Hair damp from the northern wet cold
Kids playing and forming snowballs
Depression froze away among the sleet rain
Swallow tears dissipate along gusty snow flurries
Shades use for the drifts of snow in the footpath,
Foggy mornings; pure white nights-burr
Snowed in mornings aside the toasty fireplace,
Blissful ice-kisses gracefully unending
Wintertime an occasion whereas, affection submounts
From sea to sea our voices rise,
Beneath the wide and open skies.
On Canada, this first of July,
We lift our hearts and spirits high.
The Rockies wear their crowns of snow,
Where crystal streams and rivers flow.
The prairies wave in fields of gold,
A timeless beauty to behold.
The forests whisper, deep and green,
The grandest sights we've ever seen.
The maple's leaves in scarlet blaze,
Bring warmth to cool autumnal days.
The northern lights in silence dance,
As moonlit waters gently glance.
From Arctic shores to ocean blue,
Each mile reveals a wondrous view.
Before our nation's course was drawn,
Indigenous peoples greeted dawn.
With wisdom earned through countless years,
They faced the seasons without fears.
The First Nations cared for every tree,
Each mountain, river, lake, and sea.
The Inuit stood both proud and strong,
Where northern nights are dark and long.
The Métis helped to shape this land,
With faithful heart and willing hand.
Their stories live in every place,
A treasured part of Canada's grace.
The dreamers came from far away,
To build a brighter, better day.
They crossed the seas with hope anew,
And built this nation, strong and true.
The railway stretched from shore to shore,
Connecting neighbours evermore.
With every spike and iron rail,
They proved that courage would prevail.
Our farmers tilled the fertile ground,
Where rich abundance still is found.
Our fishers braved the restless tide,
With strength and faith their constant guide.
Our builders raised each town with care,
Creating homes for all to share.
Our teachers, healers, artists too,
Helped paint the future into view.
Our soldiers answered duty's call,
With steadfast hearts they gave their all.
Their sacrifice we still revere,
Remembered every passing year.
Though history has both joy and pain,
We strive to learn and grow again.
With open hearts and hopeful eyes,
A stronger nation we shall rise.
So let the maple proudly fly,
Beneath this bright July first sky.
With grateful hearts we proudly say,
"Happy Canada Day!"
May peace endure from shore to shore,
May kindness lead forevermore.
With every sunrise yet to be,
May hope define our destiny.
Here's to the mountains standing tall,
The rivers, forests, one and all.
To every voice both old and new—
Happy Birthday, Canada, to you!
In my physical world on this planet Earth
Existing in the Northern Hemisphere
I see the beauty of four seasons pass
Like Winter's white, the pastel Spring reborn
Then Summer's vibrant blooms and varied greens
Give in to Autumn's spree of red and golds
I smell the brisk cold air of Winter days
And scents of soup and stew complete the joy
Yet come the Spring, the air is filled with balm
That summer blooms fulfill with perfumed air
To shift the cycle soon to Autumn's bliss
with smells of warm fruit pies and burning leaves
Oh yes, touched by the sting of Winter air
the icy cold of wind and snow outdoors.
And then by Spring's warm breeze that renews hope
To soon feel Summer's balm of beach and pool
Make ready for the cooling Autumn days
To feel the warmth of bonfires once again
I hear the Winter winds that blizzards howl
The steady April rains that nurture Spring
The booming thunderstorms of Summer's fling
And Autumn's sounds of harvest in the fields
Thankful for senses as these seasons fill
My blest physical world on this planet Earth
Cyrene was a city of 5000
situated on Africa's Northern tip
from there came a man called Simon
who was to be under God's sure grip
This Simon is named in three of the gospels
as the one who carried Jesus heavy load
compelled and seized to walk behind Jesus
carrying His cross along His Calvary road
Did Simon know what was to follow?
that this Jesus was going to die
His mind must have been in turmoil
but comforted even if asking why?
As Simon carried the cross of Jesus
so we, His disciples, must carry it too
following our Lord wherever He goes
standing true, looking to the Lord's view
Simon was indeed chosen of God
providentially to carry Christ's cross
play a real part in the Calvary story
without it, this would be our loss!
(In the year 1800, the opera composer Domenico
Cimarosa was expelled from his native Naples and
he took refuge in Venice, in the cold north. He
didn't know it, but he was already dying of cancer.)
I’ll never love this leaden northern sky.
New Year is here: a thing to ponder on.
Though teeth may trouble us, we still have work –
suggestion, resolution, solo, chorus:
despite my egg-and-dart, my bead-and-reel
I get a neat percussive Mozart feel.
You want the moment’s fad? The coming trick?
I love to see Anzulo’s melon-seller,
as unexpected as a tarantella.
Look elsewhere. I’ll keep on with quick-slow-quick.
Thank God we never know what lies before us!
Both man’s ingratitude and dropsy irk.
The century begins with number one.
I suddenly feel old – I don’t know why.
I woke up early in the morning for once in my life
Instead of sleeping in oh so endlessly and feeling sluggishingly anguished
I broke the habits of yesterday’s peace and strife
Just as I have wished...just as I have prayed...no longer feeling languished
I attempted to write a rap song…
Just for the fun of it
Just for the fun of it
I attempted to write it before the dawn
Before I welcome the sun
Before I welcome the sun
In my life...in my life…
The birds in the sky soar and soar hopelessly South from on high
Northern winds keep blowing and the breeze is making my mouth dry
The strangers of the deep walk to and fro in the depths of the unknown
The strangers look at me vacantly as I also walk on my own, but not alone
I accepted reality for what it really is...
Listen and take a seat
Listen and take a seat
I attempted to write my fantasies down
Before the clouds formed
Before the clouds formed
And turned into rain...turned into rain…
The sun is nowhere in sight and it’s a rainfall of delight
It’s a darksome day with the wind blowing all day and night
The stars and moon tonight refuse to shine for me and you
I want to mend everyone’s scars and paint them upon this wall
I resented the fact that you’re gone
Just for the sake of your safety
Just for the sake of your safety
I attempted to write my prayer down
With an upside down frown
With an upside down frown
In this town I call Lake Havasu City
The sun is dimmed and the clouds surround the Earth
It’s a gloomy afternoon in the desert of sprouting mirth
The stars and moon at night refuse to shine for us all
I recommend everyone to be brave and triumphantly stand tall
I stayed at home all day in solitude once more…
Wondering when the storm of loneliness would leave
I strayed away from God’s path and now, I’m sore
Wandering in the realms of oblivion - where I grieve
Now Christmas in July seems crazy - I’m sure I hear you say
That has got to be plain silly - but this is the Aussie way
Christmas is in December you insist it’s a well-known fact
But in this land way ‘Down Under’ our seasons are ‘out of whack’
July is Aussie winter while in December it's scorching hot
Those Three Wise Men may know the reason but then again maybe not!
A time for relaxing with family and friends spreading the good cheer
Sip a glass of Lilly Pilli wine or toast with a VB beer
Frosty Christmas in December - for some it seems so right
Tinsel and baubles festooned - Oh what a delightful sight
Presents around the Christmas tree decked with lights and holly
Cheery little Santa’s look so happy and so jolly
In December air-cons turned cold mimicking our winter in July
When Santa rode his sleigh down south to Oz coming from the land up high
With a Ho Ho Ho he now powers his jet ski - riding mighty waves
He coasts straight onto our golden sands joining parting people and raves
Remember my friends it is a time filled with Peace and Joy
To commemorate the Special Birth of a Baby Boy
Worry not friends we don’t miss out on all that wintry good cheer
For you see folks here in OZ - Christmas always comes twice a year
Author’s Note:
'Christmas in July', which is also known as Yulefest or Yuletide in Australia. July is generally the coldest month of winter, so celebrations emulate the atmosphere of the northern hemisphere winter. So that means hearty food like roasts, and warm drinks in front of fireplaces and bonfires. Don’t be alarmed folks! – Just for the record, here in Oz we have a second helping and do celebrate Christmas on 25th December with the rest of the world.
~‘out of whack’ - An Aussie term for ‘Out of Sync’~
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Synopsis from the composer of the song and clip -
"The Aussie Christmas Song" by Batesy. Published on Dec 18, 2012
‘One Christmas eve I was singing carols about dashing through the snow & a white Christmas and thought "Aussies don't have snow at Christmas" and it was also 30 degrees outside, so The Aussie Christmas Song was born, it's about sun, sand, backyard cricket, pavlova, and a cold beer - Ah!! - Sing along!!!’