Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no fibs.
My Canadian Chronicles 31
Everywhere I go I make lists
of things I have to do when I get home.
Something on my list raises a smile,
but none ever gets a frown.
While speaking to my friend’s partner Ray
he asked me a question which the answer I did not know.
He wondered if we ever get packets
of Cream of Garlic Soup.
If we did, I would send him some.
Another thing to add my list was night stock.
A pretty little flower with a wonderful perfume
that only blooms at night,
as they don’t get it in Calgary.
I said I would get some seeds and send them as well.
Therefore, my little list grows as each day passes
with things I must do when I get home.
18 June 2009
In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong.
To Withstand The Crowd
if all of you shall dance
to be noticed
i won't, i would be still like
i would stand tall like a wall
if all of you go right
to be noticed i will go wrong
and if all of you wear yellow
to be noticed
i wear black
and if all of you are so silent
i will scream and to be notice well
i will dress like an angel
if on the stage the three of us are
you two tumble
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Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.
A bumpkin's chronicle
He likes her burgundy lips
And he begs for a kiss.
The poor chap really misses
And he regrets of the wild goose chase.
A countrywoman close upon her menopause
Still waits for him with a crack up
And this wild flower beats about the bush.
The naive Goody-goody who walks from the city end helplessly?
And in the semi-darkness of the twilight sky the glimmer of the Starvation star twinkles lazily.
No barriers & restrictions it seems,
The country road always opens for the desperate wayfarers.
To my dearest Denis.Joe..............'Though we never met in this sojourn
Yet I see you in my fading dreams on and off, how strange this life my dear Joe? '
Into my café
Came an out of breath gossip
Told me a story
Napkins turned crimson
But it left without paying
The United States, for a French citizen, is a friend, an ally, to whom we owe, along with most Europeans, our freedom.