(on the Occasion of the Canadian Anglican Church approving same sex marriage by a narrow margin)
Verily, verily, I say unto thee,
Kicking and screaming shall they be,
Dragged into the future,
Into the light,
Amidst gnashing of teeth,
They will do what is right,
The wind shall blow,
Direct in Truth’s sail,
So that in the end,
Love shall prevail!
(Borrowing from Van Morrison, with good intention)
Baby Please Don’t Go
Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go, off the EU scene,
You know I love you so,
Britain please don’t go,
Baby, your mind done gone
Well, your mind done gone
You could lose the farm
With your Brexit song,
Baby, please don’t go
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Just let me make it clear,
Ya’ll are not alone,
Britain, please don’t go
Hey
Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go, off the EU scene,
You know I love you so,
Britain please don’t go,
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Just let me make it clear,
Ya’ll are not alone,
Britain, please don’t go
Hey
The referendum blues,
The referendum blues,
If the Brexit win the country gonna lose,
Say it once again,
Ya’ll be leaving on that midnight train
And I’m cryin’
Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go, off the EU scene,
You know I love you so,
Britain please don’t go,
Baby, please don’t go
Let’s go
SILLY MANIFESTO
We need a silly manifesto!
In order to bring out our besto!
The world seems a mean and ugly place,
Then along comes Boaty McBoatface!
People cheered, a collective yay!
We need some laughs in the world today!
The public voted, but ho ho ho,
Now they’re trying to say no no no,
Why is that the powers that be,
Can’t see we just need some levity?
They hold all the cards, true pirate style,
Can we not at least chuckle and smile?
I declare that right here, and right now,
We spread silly everywhere somehow!
For instance, we’ll take the IMF,
And call them the Funny Money Ref!
The UN Security Council,
Herein known as “Results Are Doubtful”!
The Panama Papers now are known,
As Treasure Maps To Where Tax Money’s Blown!
Let’s take anything that’s serious,
And name it something that’s fun for us,
Come on now, set your brains to action,
Let’s get some giggly satisfaction!
(to the tune of Everbody Loves Somebody, Sometime. Sing it Dino!)
Everbody needs to pee,
Sometime,
No one’s in a place to disagree,
Be it him, her, you or me,
We all need a place to pee,
That’s not dependent on gender,
Or sexuality,
If you can’t see we all need to pee,
Sometime,
Then you are simply not a friend of mine,
Although it may sound trite,
Passing water is a right,
There’s no moral ground for you to take,
Not this time,
Because everybody’s got to pee,
Sometime.
Storms in April,
May be fatal,
Not because you’ll slip and fall,
But cuz you want to take your life and all.
World Poetry Day
It is, I can imagine,
No coincidence,
In fact, makes complete sense,
That World Poetry Day falls,
By the vernal equinox,
When the heart, the earth,
Talks of rebirth,
When the joy and pain,
Of growth and loss,
Remain uppermost,
Unconstrained,
In our common consciousness
and purpose,
When through desire,
And need,
We analyze and plant the seed,
For new directions,
New directions
informed by reflections,
Of seasons past,
Each in our own
separate way,
Here at the equinox,
World Poetry Day.
(I write this now.
In real time,
As the night falls,
And I sit on the couch,
In the darkness,
And she sleeps to the sound of the falling rain…….)
Her breathe heard through rainfall
Whilst I sit in darkness
Back to the wall
Pondering my existence
My story
The glory
Of how we fit together
Despite or because of
The weather
Of our lives
How we’ve both strived
Surviving different days
With the same theme
Authored in different ways
When late at night we sit
Each wondering where we fit
Wondering is it them or is it us
And just why do we fuss
With all these recollections
All these reflections
On who we are
Who we used to be
How to understand
How to break free
Is it the key
To the darkness
When I feel it all
As I hear her breath
At night
Through the rainfall.
I live “in the moment”,
Sometimes near joy,
But often in torment,
An emotional decoy,
Never knowing,
How I’ll feel next,
Minute to minute,
I can rise, I can fall,
Which is why I’m drawn,
To drugs and alcohol,
Despite their downside,
How bad they can be,
My own emotions quake,
With unpredictability,
I know with drugs and alcohol,
Just where they will take me.
(Based on a true incident)
Don’t give me your first-world problems,
What to shop and at which store,
You buy iPhones and drop them,
So you have to buy one more,
What do I wear for spinning?
The same outfit as core?
Me I’m desperate for a widdle,
And the maid’s just mopped the floor!
He is the first son
Of the first son
Of the first son
Of the first son
The oldest son
Of the oldest son
Of the oldest son
Of the oldest son
Your son extends beyond you,
Into the future,
And behind you,
Into the past.
He will be the first son of the first son of the first son of the first son,
But he will be one.
Not many.
Though he be connected, he will not be them.
But without them, he would not be.
He will not be them,
And he will not be you.
He will be he,
And claim his place in the world.
In time,
It is possible,
He will in turn meet his first son.
Another connected one.
