Learning from an early age,

Be alert always guage

That became a constant ritual,

Visceral, intuitive and habitual

What is said is not what’s meant,

Keep your guard up, circumvent

Perpetually reading their pose,

It tells much and will disclose

What’s in the heart to protect you

Whether parent, friend, or foe

One step ahead of that which comes

Beating loudly as though with drums

Do what you must, hide where you can

You’ll live another day, your not less than

Time and attention, love and affection

Hope flourishes, now an intersection

Of time, just up ahead, a new life

Without endless strife





Oh how I hate the muck

Deep down I am stuck

Ooze and slime

Not sublime

Between my toes

On my nose

Playing in sand

Groping for solid land

Easing forward one two three

Uncertain, now on bent knee

I rise above it all

A task not small

I smile a smile of pure glee

Children laughing with me

Burying me yet again

Nonchalance I feign

I’d never replace a single thing

For you I’d do most anything






I stumble I fall I lurch

Unsteady upon my perch

Awaiting the sight of you

As you quickly flew

About your days work

Believe me I do not lurk

Forever in love with you

My life is not askew

Never shall I bid you adieu

Hoping one day you’ll realize

The love within my eyes

Will always remain

One word one look sustain

The deepest affection and care

Always ready, always there





I sit as if amid a trance

Your sweet voice enhanced

Staring at the phone

As I sit here all alone

In my mind, centuries have past

A tear falls for each memory amassed

Since last you held my hand

Adrift now in no man’s land

Oh how I want you back

I’d wrap around you and attack

Released from this hell

Kissing every inch, no need to quell

How much I love you, no need to hide

Afraid of losing you, always at my side















There is much we are taught to recite

Allegiance to the flag, day or night

Favourite poems by Robert W. Service

Not even a tad bit nervous

A romantic poem to someone special

Always gentle, always careful

An ode that touches our heart

There we stand, ready to impart

Depth of feeling, love or conviction

Perhaps even a benediction

It stays within us sure and strong

A piece of special, touching as birdsong

A little piece of heaven and memory

Cleverly wrapped in verse and melody









We are but solitary travelers

Together, one of many characters

On the road of life, less traveled or not

Making our way though untaught

Seeking refuge in love and affection

Kind word, thoughtful deed, no mention

Of the longing we all feel for

A deep meaningful rapport

With but one other on this road

Hearts entwined each carryng their load

Whether our story be alone and solitary

Let each of us make our path legendary




Unfurl the beauty hiding beneath

Closely held together under a sheath

Don’t hold back all that is you

Your many colours create a hue

Wonder delight happiness and joy

Life’s resplendent go and enjoy

Don’t be timid, let your radiance glow

Of spectacular, unafraid to show

Light up the world with all you feel

Don’t hold back, time to break the seal

Of unfettered joy and happiness

A heart so full of tenderness

Shine on, the beauty inside

No need ever to hide







Grainy lens makes you blink

Wondering is it real you think

Isn’t there a remote for that

Before I end up going splat

Hard to see what is

Guess and by golly his

Direction means little now

And with all the know-how

Things just aren’t clear

Before I become a smear

Get me glasses new and bright

End this story of lesser sight

On a positive note for me

Before I end up smack in a tree

Not sure about you, but when I see something grainy, my eyes go cross-eyed and I blink once or twice to clear my eyes.  Grainy is definitely annoying.  Just ask anyone 🙂





A prickle ran across my skin,

The kind that says no time to grin

Time to take note, be warned, stay alert,

Something is amiss, eyes wide, observe

Not all is as it should be, I feel a sudden chill,

Safety first, that’s always been the drill

Those sudden but insistent warning signs

Should not be ignored, at any time

They are real, they are honest and true

So heed the warning, they’ll always save you




A moment had passed, a twinkling of time

In which she’d passed from real to sublime

How was it possible that instantly she

Was transported into another reality

It was as if they’d been friends before

As if written in some old folklore

In an instant, a moment, a jiffy

She’d felt the connection, real not iffy

Their souls entwined on so many plains

Like sands on the seashore, so many grains

Slowly shifting and feeling the pull

She let herself fall, with a pocketfull

Of emotions strong pure and sweet

Blazing through her soul feeling the heat

Of what once was, and now is

Feeling they belonged and she’d always been his









Organize, it’s a good thing

To keep ideas ever flowing

Everything’s on track

They all think what a crackerjack

It’s second nature to me though

Now engulfed in afterglow

I had a plan, it was good

Before me the parade now stood

In a line, ready to start

Oh be still my beating heart

I smiled with delight, I’d done my part

Never the horse before the cart

Now all could relax and enjoy the show

Concerns, worries now forego

It went off without a hitch

My eye, it did not twitch

Would I enjoy as much

From the sidelines as such

No no I, I think to myself

It was a joy in and of itself












I waited longingly for the UPS delivery

Inside, hopefully a  world of discovery

Including the hoped for expression of love

Sent from the man I adore far and above

Together, our lives forever spent sharing

All that was new amid great caring

Flying to far off geology digs

Whether Colorado, Canada, I didn’t give a fig

For we were destined to share time and space

All to be cherished, nothing common place






He sat glaring, in silence as he noted

Nothing had changed here, as life unfolded

This whimsical sleepy town was as before

From coffee shop to quaint old bookstore

He’d longed to leave the sleepy hollow

Never in his father’s footsteps to follow

Although his father with pride decreed

He’d find a place here, he would succeed

In seeing it for the potential it had

Encouraging him to use it as a launch pad

For the latest novel he’d written

He’d left it all behind he didn’t fit in

Yet in the depths of his soul

Intrigue he couldn’t quite control

For she caught his eye, red hair whipping

About a face that was beautiful, interesting

Laughing and smiling her joy for all to see

Arms outstretched to a child on bended knee

Perhaps he’d stay awhile and discover

If this town really had something to offer








As tears coursed down her cheeks

The chili was spicy, she couldn’t speak

Oh it was heaven indeed

Magnificent she degreed

A chili cook-off before her spread

Twenty or thirty she needed bread

To clear her pallet to taste the rest

Somehow she’d been eternally blessed

Tasting a variety of chili of all kinds

All prepared to the rules and confines

Of the contest pure and simple

Her eyes were atwinkle

This was a day that certainly won

A smile of approval and a well done






Children laughing gleefully,

Eagerly awaiting their turn to play

Amused and happy as could be,

Running to each display.


A kaleidoscope of colour,

The carousel seemed plain

A merry-go-round in multicolour,

Around they twirled again.


My heart stopped when I spotted you,

I was unable to explain

I’d felt nought but an old shrew,

Joy filled my heart, removing my distain.


Upon a unicorn so beautiful

While standing alone, epitomy of grace

Until I thought I was delusional

As a distant memory I would trace


Something in your stance beckoned me,

I could not resist and to you quickly went

My heart suddenly filled with so much glee,

Upon reaching you, I was clearly spent


Standing, staring with loving affection

One I certainly could not explain

For though sidelined you were perfection

As childhood memories flooded me again


Remembering the fun I’d shared

My arms tight upon your neck

Countless rides,  once paired

Nothing here was circumspect


My love for the carousel though long forgot

Was instantly brought back

The joy of riding you no longer afterthought

Details bright and clear no longer a flashback






















I was all set to amble through the mall

When I smelled a pure siren’s call

Amble became hurry, hurry became rush

Making my way through all the hush

I sniffed, I inhaled, I smelled the aroma

Be still my heart, there was mocha

Teasing, taunting, drawing me forward

The scent without let-up moved me onward

A line-up at the counter I stood exposed

As my nostrils flared, I all but bulldozed

Into the midst of the ever growing line

Until I was holding my little goldline

Delicious, aromatic, heaven in a cup

Don’t talk, don’t speak, don’t chat me up

Those first testing samples landed on my tongue

Glorious, wonderful, delightful my bell they had rung

A momentous moment to be sure I extolled

My first cup of coffee I lovingly behold

All is right with the world now you see

Never would I so yearn for a cup of tea

Delicious coffee wrapped in my hands

Decidedly all was good in the land








An evening swim under moonlight,

Waters shimmer such a delight

Beckoning, welcoming though midnight,

Refreshing scintillating oh so bright

Cares concerns each now forgotten,

As water glides across limbs like satin

Cooly sweet delightfully beguiling,

Provocative, intoxicating had me smiling

A feeling of elegance so carefree,

Recalled with delight from memory

Such were the days so long ago

Never once a turbulant underflow

Memories that brought pleasure and pain

Oh how I wished I could experience again

The beauty of the lakes shimmer

Instead recollections only a glimmer















The glance he cast was casual

Unhurried light and natural

His interest in this fascinating woman

That ellicited his ardor though not sudden

For he’d watched her days on end

An enthusiasm he need not pretend

Her laughter pure and sweet

Musical and always so upbeat

Her personality drew him in

Often leaving him in a tail spin

One glance was all he required

To make the introduction desired

His curiosity was at its pique

Knowing her would be unique






















You are my partner in crime,

A partner I cherish for all time

Never first, never last,

Loving you so unabashed,

My partner in life,

Whom I glad call my wife

And through all the ups and downs,

My love for you still holds no bounds

Through life’s journey we have trod,

Sometimes interesting, always awed

By the love that binds us still,

So many dreams we have fulfilled

And though our time is now short,

Our life together, a work of art,

A canvas full of bright new colours,

Always filled with hope and wonder










A symphony of beauty met my eyes,

Sunrise the thing for which I arise

A symphony of melody, beauty, and colour,

A gift so wonderous it made my heart flutter

A symphony, soft, elegant, then rich and bold,

Such an exquisite event to behold

A symphony, its abundance free to all,

On canvas, I wished to capture a windfall

This symphony of beauty filling my soul,

That played on, it’s beauty extol

A symphony I’d never tire of,

As each day I once again fall in love

With the symphony of promise it held,

As a joyous whisper I quickly expelled

A symphony bright beautiful and clear,

As each day I waited for it to appear.











Annie had lived on the small island for years. She loved it here.  Untouched 100 year old forest surrounded her home.  Their homes.  In total 500 homes dotted the island.  Everyone knew everyone’s business.  It was a given.

Her closest neighbour was a half mile away; elderly cranky, tough widow Laferty.  Having made an effort to get to know her, Annie knew the outer shell covered a gentle soul that shone brightly the more you knew her.

Foggy weather was common, expected, usual for this time of year.  Today however, as she gazed out over the ocean and watched the fog roll toward them, she felt a difference.  It neither felt right or the same, but held an eerie quality she couldn’t explain.

It wasn’t the colour, although that could be why feelings of unease rose.  A mix of haze, white on the outside but centered with a deep gray blue disquieted her.  This wasn’t the usual mottled gray plume she’d witnessed over the years and was used to.  It was menacing, menacing in a way she couldn’t explain.

Not one given to histeria or flights of fancy, the idea struck her as completely odd.  She turned walking inside her cabin letting the screen door slam behind her.  Picking up her half filled coffee cup, she returned to the clay sculpture she’d been working on.

Fired by the odd mood she worked feverishly without let up, moulding, sculpting, correcting, smoothing.  As she stood back to inspect her latest work of art, her eyes were drawn to the window.  It was formidably dark and she was forced to amp up the generator for added light.

Again drawn outside, she wiped her hands, poured a fresh coffee and returned to the front door. The eerie foggy mist had closed in surrounding the cabin and the trees.  It was impossible to see 10 feet in front of the door.

Still unsettled, Annie turned, grabbed a flashlight and headed outside.  She felt an unclear but urgent need to check on Mrs. Laferty.  Dawning a heavy jacket with a fleece lined hood, she moved down the porch and onto a well marked path.

It was impossible to hurry, the fog was too thick, yet she felt impelled to do so, as if she were being called.  What insanity was that? she wondered with a shiver that rolled down her body.  Still she couldn’t shake the feelings of desperation that dogged every step.

Noting the ground cover and signs of passing trees and underbrush, she knew exactly where she was, knew she’d reach Mrs. Laferty in another five minutes.  She listened as her feet crunched on a mix of gravel and needles.

She felt more than saw the gate to Mrs. Laferty’s home.  Opening the white picket gate, she hurried toward the door and knocked rapidly and loudly.  When there was no answer she tried again.  Three times in fact, each with more intensity than the last.

Suddenly the door flew open and a tall dark and mysterious man stood before her, dressed casually in jeans, heavy boots and T-shirt.  Her eyes traveled to his face, a beautifuly face, one any artist would gladly fervently sculpt. Shockingly blue eyes, dark hair with a fringe hanging over his forehead, dimples and swarthy skin met her eye.  He was eye-candy for an artist.

“Who are you?” she asked a mix of shock, appreciation and anger laced through her voice.

“I live here.  Who are you and what do you want?”

“I’m here to check on Mrs. Laferty.”

“She isn’t here.  Her kids came to take her to the mainland.  I bought the place.”

“When?  When did this happen, I was here only last week.”

“You are wrong.  I bought the place a month ago and moved in yesterday.”

“That’s impossible!”

“Not debatable as I’m obviously here!” he smirked an unsettling smile.  Not one of amusement or welcome, but decidedly unsettling to her mind and oddly her heart.

“Care to come in?”

“No, thanks, I was checking on Mrs. Laferty but since she’s gone, then, no need.”

“Oh I think there is a need.  Perhaps you haven’t felt it yet, but it will come.”

She stared momentarily, both intrigued and disturbed by the remark.  Lifting a hand in fairwell, she turned to retrace her steps.  She let the gate slam behind her and only then turned to look back.  He was leaning one arm over his head against the doorframe, his legs crossed nonchalantly, a smile on his face, his itense blue eyes watchful.

What was she supposed to make of that?  His remark, his virile looks and the studying gaze he watched her with?







Substandard is a friend that lies,

With little regard, honour to abide

Substandard is a partner who,

Shares himself, others pursue

Substandard is a home without love,

Their children they are neglectful of

Substandard is a school that lacks,

The ability to fire a child’s synapse

Substandard are we giving up the fight

To become our true selves, we have the right

Substandard are those in positions of power

Who trample on citizens their rights overpower

Substandard are we if we don’t stand tall

In this life that has become a free-for-all















Some lust after bodies,

Others, everything naughty

You on the other hand,

Are such a firebrand

You lust after life,

An urge for a wildlife

Experiencing all possibilities,

The scarier the better to infinity

Climbing hiking and much more,

Banality you completely abhor

Your desire the vastness of earth,

Each sunrise, each sunset a rebirth

Seeking all that is sublime,

Up mountains you often climb

Filled with longing hunger and an itch,

By exciting activities you are bewitched

A fire that envelops your soul,

Leaving you feeling amazingly whole