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MORE THAN THAT 

Go on, emasculate me,
Remove my masculinity, 
If that’s all that you see,
Because I’m more than that,

My nationality? Just where I come from,
A part of me, not the sum,
Shouldn’t be a distraction, 
Because I’m more than that, 

The colour of my skin?
This package I’m in?
Doesn’t show what’s within,
Because I’m more than that,

Many parts to my whole,
Not a one has control,
But love in my heart and soul,
Is where I’m really at.

MIGHT NEED THAT LATER

MIGHT NEED THAT LATER

He’d say ”see ya in the funnies”,
And then he’d try to make one,
He could never resist,
Even the worst pun,
Kept all the rubber bands,
From his Globe & Mail,
And drawers full of clothes,
That he bought on sale,

He had so many kids,
Didn’t always know their names,
He’d call’em all George and Henry,
When they’d all play games,
He was always kinda short,
Even shorter in the end,
No one ever doubted,
Shirley was his best friend,

Yeah Pappa’s gone on
To gates so pearly,
No doubt St.Peter said
”you’re a little bit early”
To which Pappa woulda said,
”I’m here to see my Shirley”,

Knew his way around his tools,
And a welding torch,
In the old days he’d sit,
With a guitar on a porch,
Always a kind word,
To the cashier and waiter,
And kept every little thing,
Cuz he might need it later,

Sometimes he’d disappear,
In his room or on a ship,
He even disappeared
On a Las Vegas trip,
But we’d never ever worry,
Cuz we’d always know,
We could find him somewhere,
In the casino,

His emotions were never hung out on his sleeve,
Wasn’t quick to say what he didn’t believe,
He liked to joke and tease, could be an instigator,
He kept his love on a shelf,
Cuz he might need that later……

 

POTUS

​So much hate for Obama

That it made his face red

His need for drama

Meant he’d defile their bed

So he sourced it out

That’s his way I guess

And now I’ve no doubt 

POTUS stands for Pissing On The US.

Love (because what else is there?)

And after life had had it’s way with me,

Sometimes shaken me,

Taken me,

Shoved me around,

Worn me down,

Let me taste joy,

Made sure to show me, that joy,

Was most often fleeting,

That there were challenges,

Constant challenges to be meeting,

Sometimes losing,

Sometimes beating,

When life had dragged me to the point,

Where I could be nothing else but strong,

Where I’d seen so much pain,

That the slightest beauty made me burst into song,

When I was at the point where I could still go on,

But could not take  much more,

Then,

And only then,

Did the universe deliver you,

Gently,

Warmly,

Spectacularly,

At my door.

christmas day

on christmas day my heart swells slightly
thoughts and memories held too tightly
things that fade yet won’t erase
sometimes take too large a place
looking inward reaching outward
oft drawn back though striving forward
wiser now through my life’s sum
grateful for christmas yet to come
and for the peace that greets this dawn
the goodwill born of christmas morn
on this day amidst the fluff and fuss
we muster up the best of us
hearts open pure and shed their guise
the world is seen through different eyes
for just this moment we see clearly
not just those that we hold dearly
with christmas spirit we are aware
of all with whom this world we share
we’re aware though temporarily
of the deepness of humanity
the best we are without divide
when pettiness is put aside
when love rules all we get to see
the utmost that we all can be
and that is why we sometimes say
it should be christmas every day

FATHER

Waiting,

Because that’s all that I can do,

Thinking,

Of moments that I’ve had with you,

Moments,

Are pretty much all that I knew,

Maybe,

All I have left,

My father,

With my love and my respect,

Still I wish,

You’d somehow learned how to connect,

It’s your absence,

On which I now mostly reflect,

As I sit here,

So sadly and bereft,

Wishing,

For something that we never knew,

And hoping,

Because that’s all that I can do.

THE LAMB OF GOD

Mary gave birth to Jesus,

Jesus is the Lamb of God,

So Mary had a little lamb,

Which is very very odd,

He followed her to school,

Everyday with much conviction,

Until one Eastertime,

When they spoke of crucifixion,

The Lamb of God was not impressed,

Crucifixion was not cool,

He began to regret,

That he’d followed her to school!

T-SHIRT

She wears my t-shirt at my place,

Cuz it kind of smells like me,

It’s relaxed, and fun, and casual,

Which is how we like to be,

And when she wears my t-shirt,

There’s an olfactory transfer,

So when she’s gone I wear the t-shirt,

Cuz it kind of smells like her.