New poem: "The Sands of Lost Time"

 

The Sands of Lost Time

 

I saw an elephant graveyard yesterday

morning on social media. Well, not really;

but real enough for me, being the poet

that I am who sees beyond the mundane

images of life into a whole new symbolic

reality of meaning. Retired men and women

laying lifeless in the cooling shade of big

umbrellas on a Florida beach waiting for

the happy hour and evening meal, passing

the tedious days away as their aging bodies

allow them; not unlike elephants who sense

their death is near, so legend has it, migrate

to that mythical place where the tusks

and bones of their ancestors lay

in the sands of lost time.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Tuesday, March 25, 2025

New poem: "The Maple Leaf Forever"

 

 

The Maple Leaf Forever

 

Little did he know what he was doing

(or did he?); but Donald J. Trump, the 45^th

President of the United States who won

back the Oval Office from President Joe

Biden, whose mind was in obvious decline,

became the 47^th President and said, in jest,

(maybe not), that Canada should be the 51^st

State of the nation that he wanted to make

great again. Trump sent such a chill into

the Canadian people that it threw the country

into such a tizzy of doubtful identity that

it felt like stepping out of a mist into the

stark reality of our how separate and different

we are from our good friends and neighbors;

and, deliberate or not, President Trump

did the Maple Leaf Forever

a great favor.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Friday, March 21, 2025

New poem: "Just an Obscure Canadian Poet"

 

Just an Obscure Canadian Poet

 

I`m just an obscure Canadian poet

who got pulled into the 2024 American

election, and so mesmerized did I become

by Donald J. Trump, the 45^th President

of the United States who was running against

President Joe Biden to win back the Oval

Office, that I was compelled to write a poem

on their public debate that ended Biden’s

bid for the White House and brought Kamala

Harris into the race, which in turn inspired

a whole volume of Trumpian poems to see

what my muse had to tell me about the man

whom I began to see would become one

of the greatest Presidents of the United States,

if not the greatest; but I’m just an obscure

Canadian poet, and what do I know?

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Wednesday, February 12, 2025

New poem: "Old Habits Are Hard to Break"

 

Old Habits Are Hard to Change

 

Tolstoy began his great novel Anna Karenina

with the famous sentence, “All happy families

are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its

own way.” It’s an old cliché, the more things

change, the more they stay the same; but what

was the logic of Tolstoy’s thinking? Why are happy

families happy, and unhappy families unhappy?

What did the great Russian novelist know about

families that rang so true throughout the ages?

I watched the 47^th President of the United States,

Donald J. Trump, deliver his first joint session

of Congress speech to the divided families of the

Republican and Democratic Parties, beginning with

the declaration “AMERICA IS BACK,” and Tolstoy’s

most famous sentence came to mind. It was ironic

that the Democratic family sat to the right side

of President Trump as he delivered his speech, and

the Republican family sat to his left; but it became

obvious by how the two Parties reacted to President

Trump’s NEW GOLDEN AGE OF AMERICA speech

which family was woke-free, functional, and happy,

and which family was still infested with the woke

ideology of false empathy, dysfunctional, and  

unhappy. Old habits are hard to change.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Wednesday, March 5, 2025

New poem: "The Many Faces of Stupidity"

 

 

The Many Faces of Stupidity

 

Of the many faces of stupidity, there can be

none more grotesque than the unconscionable

stupidity of the woke idiocy of the American

Democratic Party that has become so insensitive

to the goodness of their fellow Americans

that not a single Democrat stood up or clapped

their hands for President Trump’s unbelievable

accomplishments in the first forty-three days

of his second term at the Oval Office, like shutting

down the southern border so thoroughly and

dispatching thousands of illegal criminal migrants

back to where they came from; nor did they

stand up or clap in gratitude for any of President

Trump’s kept promises to heal the soul of his ailing

nation—no men in women’s sports, no more DEI

and woke ideology in schools, military, and work

force—as he delivered his joint session speech

to Congress. The palpable disdain the Democrats

have for President Donald J. Trump has made

them so unconscionably stupid that they can

no longer see who they were and what

they have become.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Wednesday, March 5, 2025

New poem: "Calling a Spade a Spade"

 

Calling a Spade a Spade

 

Awakened to how the game of life

was played, that’s what made Donald J. Trump

the man that he became, calling a spade a spade

and not a heart, diamond, or a club— “there

are only two sexes, male and female”— a man

of uncanny common sense whose mind was immune

to the toxic woke virus that sent his proud nation

into a tailspin of mayhem and nonsense under

the cognitively enfeebled President Joe Biden

and radically progressive woke-infested Vice President

Kamala Harris, which Trump promised to reclaim

and heal with his judicious new cabinet as the 47^th

President of his repatriated great nation, home

of the brave, strong, and free, and every newcomer

who came to America legally to make a new life

for themselves and their family.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Sunday, January 26, 2025