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I come from a small town,
Nine thousand in all.
There’s nothing really fancy here.
Just a couple of strip malls.
We like our Tim Hortons coffee,
Hockey’s the sport of choice where we get loud.
It’s really all we got to cheer for,
Since the factories left our town.
For me I drive a mixer,
Out there hauling concrete.
This is just a blue collar town.
Everyone trying make it on their own two feet.
This was a railroad and factory town,
Way back in the day.
I remember when I was a teen,
Like my friends we just wanted to escape.
For ten long years I had left,
I just traveled around.
I knew I had to come back,
I missed my old stomping grounds.
I couldn’t believe it,
Somewhere inside me I got the call.
It was tugging at my heart,
My hometown of Smiths Falls.
Located on the Rideau Canal,
Traveled by the pioneers in the fur trade.
Technology and the buildings always change,
Yet the heart here remains the same.
Life in this town right now isn’t easy,
I know it’s like that everywhere.
If you found yourself down and out in my hometown,
There’s always a hand reaching out to drag a friend from despair.
So it’s small town living,
Yes this is what I know.
I may go here and there from time to time,
Smiths Falls will always be my home.
It’s knowing all the faces,
It’s not worrying about walking down any of the streets.
It’s putting the pride of the town on your shoulders,
Visitors can see it in our eyes when we meet.
It’s just a small little town,
There aren’t too many famous sites.
I guess it’s the strong heart of all who live here.
It’s that heart where I found these words to write.
Always I will love my home town.
Smiths Falls, Ontario Canada
Striding into the snowy fortress my tepid heart at double time
paces
Entering a pine colonnade sprouting a wintry mane, saddled with
velvety laces
Cloaked with icy needles forming a brittle, hooded trellis
Golden beams seap through the shielded parapet gilding the frosty
mantle with an iridescence
The distant peaks shrouded with the glow of satin evanescence
Following an unmarked, winding trail spurred on by an eery
prescience
My unbridled senses discharged; my tempered spirit for the
mysterious journey braces
A haunting stillness shadows my movements; stealthily my
boundary encases
Shuttered from the outside world and its vapid spaces
Where time is muted and nature's discordant rhythm races
A pristine environment where tendrils caress, limbs bristle, the cold
wind chases
A cloudy fondue swirls overhead and each spiralling steeple
embraces
Squawking squirrels prance freely on the floor without leaving any
traces
Bald eagles glide above the crenelated spires crowning the summit
with their magestic graces
A maverick-cardinal's chirps funnel through the shrouded mist,
temporarily the dreary damper effaces
A Snowy owl crests over the hollowed thickets scanning the tight
nooks and crawl spaces
White-tailed deer cautiously trek through covered thickets, matted
fields which their camouflage erases
Filtering through the blustery labyrinth, an open field the rough
terrain displaces
The broad meadow teaming with yesterday's cares my
adventurous journey replaces
Looking longingly back on my charted path, my bridled heart the
solitary life praises
This rock of the brave
In the Mediterranean Sea
There is a Maltese Maiden
A lure for me
We will meet in it's Capital
Steeped in history
Valletta is it's name
But for tonight it's our chemistry
After a three hour flight
In Malta I land
To the hotel I am taken
Corinthia Marina so grand
I am now booked in
On my balcony I await
Looking over St George's Bay
For my Maltese date
I hear a knock at the door
As I open at ease
A beautiful sight I see
Has my blue eyes in please
A dark haired maiden
With skin so tanned
So beautifully dressed
Like a million grand
On the balcony we sit
With a vintage red wine
My heart is pounding
At her beauty so fine
I lay down my glass
In pursuit of a kiss
She responds like a magnet
Our lips now in bliss
I take her by the hand
My Maltese girl
My heart pounding
In an ever-ending twirl
Into my arms I take her
In kissing embrace
Our hands now in wander
In undressing grace
We fall on the bed
Of silken sheets
Where our adventure begins
As our bodies meet
In carnal crave
We join as one
As we are shadow dancing
In the late evening sun
The depths of our love
As we share our potions
In arched sync
Rhythmic explosions
As we sigh and groan
At the moment we have shared
For tonight on this brave island
Our love has been declared
We awake in the morning
Entwined in each others arms
And our sensuous joys
Loving charms
We spend the day
Holding hands and kissing
With my Maltese Maiden
In many years, we'll be reminiscing
For a Lady, whose heart is as big as the island she stays on " Charmaine Chirop "
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A glazed view, as through a glass that magnifies
Between the granite banded with blue and umber
Cruel paths of glacier, ancient swords of hunger
Deeply carved a threshold one can hardly grasp
Each turn of compass, leaves a gasp
Forever brings our talking to a halt
Green rivers whipped to white by waterfalls
How gaunt the pines climb high upon the ridge
Itself, a place exempt from time
Justifies belief of Godly kind
Keeping watch above a valley floor
Looming monoliths of ancient lore
Morning bright of shimmering brooks that flow
Next brings winter breezing through the mind
Ours the privilege of beholding
Past and futures coming here together
Question not the overwhelming wonder
Relished eyes behold the truthful splendor
Saturates the heart and soul forever
That if one stands too long within such glory
Under white peaks and folklore stories
Varying degrees of speechlessness and thrill
With sun above, and human form so small
Xanadu is not of fiction, it is real
Yosemite, this place, this land of royal grace
Zenith, this land of majesty, my eyes and heart embrace
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Inspired by Deborah Guzzi's contest: "Do You Know Your A B C s?"
Dedicated to My Dad....Where he spend his childhood
The place where I desire to roam
Lies just of the African coast
The Canaries is where I desire
It's where my heart will rejoice the most
My life in Scotland is through
It's time for my soul to move on
To Tenerife or Lanzarote
A new country is where I'll belong
For my heart has been bruised and battered
Left out in the cold for many a year
Frozen to the point of no return
Reigniting was always a fear
For it doesn't happen every day
Meeting someone with like's, like I
And to look into Spanish brown eyes
If you'd witnessed, you'll understand why
Then came the day it all changed
It was like looking through the looking glass
My eyes met these Spanish brown orbs
The most beautiful looking lass
With a smile to delight any looker
Her personality sure lures me in
For her music taste I so noted
Like the hairs always rise on my skin
For the place I desire to roam
Lies just of the African coast
The Canaries is where I will stay
Many years in love I will so toast
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Home should be bliss, a place we can rise
to awaken each day with clearer eyes.
A structure, a room or arms wrapped around
someone who's heart calms beyond bounds.
Home can be anything that speaks to your soul,
a safe place to go to with no usual role.
A haven to allow yourself to be you,
no guards enclosing, only grand views.
Undress your alter ego that you put on
for the others.
Naked and raw you can walk uncovered
not smothered.
Lay your head on my shoulder,
rest until you sleep.
Inhale my body scent
dream until you weep.
Home is where you feel at ease
and your heart hears love.
Home is nothing but a place
fitting like a baseball glove.
When you meet someone who brightens
The darkest of your days
Who cheers you up and turns you around
Because their lovely heart displayed
Their lovely heart displayed
Words of warmth and kind
Encouraging laughter and poetry
Now written from my mind
Written from my mind
Are poetic pieces shared
From an angel to a friend
For this special one who cared
This special one who cared
Will remain forever in my heart
We will only be thoughts away
One day our tomorrows will start
'Written for a friend to a friend'
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