Saturday, August 28, 2021

New poem: "One of Those Days"

 

One of Those Days

 

“It’s going to be one of those days, is it?”

I said to myself when I stuck my lawn sprinkler

into the ground this morning and the pointed

plastic insert broke off because I pressed it

into the ground on a slant and the pressure

caused it to snap, and as I went about my day

as I usually did, whatever I did went slightly

askew, nothing significant, but obvious enough

to let me know that if I continued in that rhythm,

my whole day would be ruined; so, I pleaded

with my inner guiding principle to set my day

straight, and in silent contemplation it came

to me that I had slipped out of the natural rhythm

of my daily life because I had broken the pattern

of my morning routine by adding two glasses

of tap water to the coffee maker because I did

not have enough water in our Brita water filter

that I always use when making coffee, and out

of the blue it came to me that to get back into

syn with life, I had to put myself into a state

of grace and align myself with the harmonious

rhythm of life, and I sat back again and closed

my eyes and filled my mind with thoughts of love,

remembering all those wonderful moments in my

life that filled my heart with the holy goodness

of joy and laughter; and I knew, as certain as God

made little green apples, that grace was the way

to chase the trickster away and get my life back

on track with my destined purpose of living

my life to the fullest.

Saturday, August 21, 2021

New poem: "The Magic Ring"

 The Magic Ring

 I’ve done a lot of reflecting

during this pandemic, wondering

why it’s taken so long for people

to see what’s been there all along,

the weak links in our system

that keep impeding the evolution

of social improvement, like taking

care of our seniors in LTC homes

that Covid-19 shamelessly exposed

to be deficient in so many ways

that our Premier promised to put

an iron ring around them to keep

our vulnerable seniors safe; but we’re

going into the fourth wave of this

pandemic, a Delta variant that’s proven

to be easier to transmit despite being

doubly vaccinated, and—surprise,

surprise! — LTC homes are still

waiting for the magic ring that was

promised to ensure the safety

of our beloved seniors.

Saturday, August 14, 2021

Poem for a friend: "Like Gold from Heavan"

A poem for my friend and neighbor
Antonio Capalbo for his 80th Birthday,
Thursday, August 19, 2021
 
Like Gold from Heaven
 
Blessed is he who has a good friend,
someone who understands him without
asking the questions. Just one look
tells you that he knows, and there’s no
need to explain; that’s the bond that
Tony and I share, something that can’t
be put into words but will always be
treasured like gold from Heaven.
 
Orest Stocco,
Tiny Beaches, Georgian Bay
Friday, July 30, 2021
 

Saturday, August 7, 2021

New poem: "The Conundrum"

 

 

The Conundrum

 

Reincarnation may be moot

to the secret meaning of Christ’s

teaching, because NOW is the

only context no matter which life

we live; but it matters all the same,

because logic and reason cannot

fathom the purpose of our existence;

it takes a lens of perception outside

the box of human thought to make

sense of why we are here. That’s the

key to the conundrum that all great

thinkers of the world will never

perceive until they step outside the

matrix of their mind, however

brilliant it may be.