#Canadian Poet

[canadachronicles]

"Let us put awhile away All the cares of work-a-day, For a golden time forget, Task and worry, toil and fret, Let us take a day to dream In the meadow by the stream. We may lie in grasses cool Fringing a pellucid pool, We may learn the gay brook-runes Sung on amber afternoons, And the keen wind-rhyme that fills Mossy hollows of the hills. Where the wild-wood whisper stirs We may talk with lisping firs, We may gather honeyed blooms In the dappled forest glooms, We may eat of berries red O'er the emerald upland spread. We may linger as we will In the sunset valleys still, Till the gypsy shadows creep From the starlit land of sleep, And the mist of evening gray Girdles round our pilgrim way. We may bring to work again Courage from the tasselled glen, Bring a strength unfailing won From the paths of cloud and sun, And the wholesome zest that springs From all happy, growing things."

--A Day Off, Lucy Maud Montgomery.

Any day spent with my girl feels like a day off, even when I must leave her for a few hours to work. But travelling with her around North Island these past few days, proper days off, has been sheer bliss!

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[johnsturczcollage]

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[mothtoflameblog]

sons of sleep

you're my early morning 

soap soft sprite

sweet mattress fairie 

i rub my cheek against yours

to get your scent on me

to feel our blood beat two-in-time

i love you like nothing else

like holy gardens

spilling over with creeping vines

white jasmine and violets

c'mere, touch me

tell me about your dreams

i dreamt of you cooking

in our little cottage kitchen 

swaying with the radio

you bend over the counter 

to put an orange in my palm

you tell me you dreamt 

of hot baths, you and i 

wrapped in each other

joined hands floating between 

soft lotus flowers

our mouths slow in steam

sun over marble and

pomegranates in blue bowls

you're always in my dreams.

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[donmaciver]

Dance with an Angel

Feel the warmth and loving graces, my angel makes me cry

Colours of the rainbow dance upon your eyes, so warm, indulging smiles loving, hold onto my attentions for together... we will fly ~ Our austerity so, fleeting never say goodbye this night will last forever... my Lord, you make me cry ~ Moonlit stars ignite as pleasured graces falling, falling forms of Heaven, sent in measure gently do they humanize ~ Wings will…

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[writerharrison]

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[poem-today]

A poem by Nelson Ball

A Form of Grief

In memory of Barbara and our friend bpNichol

Barbara and I when we learned

of the death of our friend

engaged in passionate prolonged lovemaking

desperately clinging to each other

asserting life clinging to it

Nelson Ball (1942-2019)

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[johnsturtz]

"time..." ©2024 John Sturtz

Time-speech, slip/

Drop-leaf words FORM.

*from the micropoetry project entitled, "the 11th" ©2024 John Sturtz

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[brimcnamara-poetry]

Moon Dance

When I was 17, I took immense

comfort in the way that, in the

face of it all, the Sun stirs itself

for its predictable journey every

morning. The Sun possessed an

unflinching reliability that not one

person, least of all myself, could

deliver. Lately, I have felt a shift

in awareness. I have found joy

not in the consistency of the Sun's

ascent, but in the variability of

the journey we take around it, the

holding on and releasing that

comes to fruition again and again

and again, so many endings and

beginnings we choke on them.

I have begun to fall in love with

the Sun from every angle.

Change is the only consistency

on this nauseating revolving

stage, and I have spent so much

precious time with my eyes

scrunched shut, praying into

oblivion that the willpower of

a teenage girl was weighty enough

to change the constitution of

reality. I could not stop to embrace

the one unchangeable thing. After

all, change and growth are star-

crossed lovers, and to dance with

the one is to dance with them

both, in tandem.

The Moon looks different every

night and it is so full of hope,

it vibrates with the desperate

energy of potential. We only

climb up when there is nowhere

left to go. The Moon didn't change,

only the pattern of light refracted

onto it, only the perspective I

view it from. I have started introducing

myself every time I catch a glimpse of

a mirror, because who is this evasive

woman, who is this container of

the Universe's paradox! Satisfaction

is the mother of indifference, but

mine gave Passion as my middle

name and raised me in a howling

pack of silver-skinned wolves.

--- Bri McNamara

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[smpalardyartlife]

  5 posts! yahoo and yipee!  celebrating with this poem...

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[yourdailyqueer]

Ian Iqbal Rashid

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

DOB: Born 1968  

Ethnicity: Indian

Nationality: Tanzanian / Canadian

Occupation: Poet, writer, screenwriter, journalist, producer, director

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[canadachronicles]

"Kisses kept are wasted;

Love is to be tasted.

There are some you love, I know;

Be not loathe to tell them so.

Lips go dry and eyes grow wet

Waiting to be warmly met.

Keep them not in waiting yet;

Kisses kept are wasted."

-- Kisses, Edmund Vance Cooke

Very much my thoughts, and I reminded it, often ;), to my girl as we strolled up and down Lovers' Walk throughout Auckland Domain! And she loved it!!

Lovers' Walk, Auckland Domain, Auckland, New Zealand (Tuesday 12th March, 2023)

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[manitat]

Leonard Cohen

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[sfsolstice]

perhaps one day i might find myself amongst the québécois, should my brother follow through with plans to see montreal and if my friend wishes for a weekend or two spent with her;

i might find myself thinking of you then, perhaps just a distant ache or a fond winter memory, walking the cobblestone of the vieux and admiring the flora in the jardin;

how popular is parc du mont-royal? how beautiful is the notre-dame, and how sweet the produce of jean-talon? would we have affaired within the city's sights, in its days and its nights?

i know the thought might come, and i know it will likely pass, but i know— not without the heart heavy with regret; perhaps i might wonder of another life, perhaps i might hope it was true, but perhaps one day i might find myself amongst the québécois, and perhaps i might think of you.

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[donmaciver]

Dream of You

Know that when love seems so illusive, it will happen, wait and see!

dreamy image of a plant with hazy backlight photo by Tessa Terrus on UnSplash.com Life of aloneness empty, seclusion voiceless companion at times so clear yet seeming illusioned I walk, void of intension ~ Sadness lingers a cloud of anxiety veiled with uncertainty no hope no promise no one there ~ Knowing as I want, need impressions feelings swayed by curiosity allured…

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[internationalemeteorologie]

Nicolas Delort

Ozymandias. 2023

"I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away." P. B. Shelley, 1817

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[poem-today]

A poem by Steven Heighton (RIP)

Missing Fact

         Noli me tangere, for Caesars I ame;          And wylde for to hold, though I seem tame."                                - Thomas Wyatt, c. 1535

Sometimes time turns perfect rhyme to slant, as in Wyatt’s famous sonnet—how the couplet no longer chimes, his “ame” turned “am,” now coupled more by pattern, form. So everything gets bent and tuned by time’s tectonic slippage. You and I, for instance, no longer click or chord the sharp way we did, when secretly wired two decades back (not fifty—but then human prosody shifts faster); and surely that’s best— half-rhyme better suits the human, and consonance, not a flawless fit, is mostly what counts over years. But, still, this urge (from the past? our genes?) to shirk all, for one more perfect- coupling rhyme: for two again as one pure fact.

Steven Heighton (1961-2022)

More poems by Steven Heighton are available on Canadian Poetry Online.

Steven Heighton died on Tuesday, April 19th. RIP 

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