Junkie of sorts
Up the highway flows the citrus juice
From Florida
Anita Bryant
The pusher
Scores a hit
And all are satisfied
Except the Orange Bird
Who weeps in lament
For she can’t talk
And
Is forced to sing at gunpoint
Robert K. Stephen
Junkie of sorts
Up the highway flows the citrus juice
From Florida
Anita Bryant
The pusher
Scores a hit
And all are satisfied
Except the Orange Bird
Who weeps in lament
For she can’t talk
And
Is forced to sing at gunpoint
Robert K. Stephen
Big Turds
Lie crispy and baking in the sun
As the ants pretend its chocolate cake
Without
Birthday candles
Robert K. Stephen
Surfing the COVID Waves
The more the COVID waves surf the beach of life
The more power and constraints placed on individual liberty
In the name of public good!
Elected representatives and top echelon medical bureaucrats now turned into sharks
Dismembering and attacking those who fail to tow the party line
Vilified like the sharks that attack the surfers like the sharks they are?
Robert K. Stephen
Rin Tin Tin’s Revenge
Salivated madness
Molar maliciousness
Lunges at your neck
Hungry claws tear your veins
hot satanic fumes
Muffle your screams
The blood pumps steadily onto the pavement
Licked up enthusiastically by man’s best friend
At the moment rabid
Robert K. Stephen
“I couldn’t help laughing at your account of Haydn’s drunkenness, -if I’d been there, I’d certainly have whispered in his ear: ADLGASSER. But it’s a disgrace that such an able man should be rendered incapable of performing his duties and only have himself to blame for it-in a post that’s in God’s honour-when the archbishop and the whole court are there-and the whole church is full of people-it’s appalling-this is also one of the main reasons I detest Salzburg-the coarse ill-mannered and dissolute court musicians-no honest man of good breeding could live with them:-instead of taking interest in them he should be ashamed of them.”
“My son to find one man in a 1,000 who is your true friend for reasons other than self-interest is one of the greatest wonders of the world. Examine all who call themselves your friends or who make a show of friendship and you’ll find the reason why this is so. If they’re not motivated by self-interest on their own account, then they’ll be acting in the interests of some other friend whom they need; or they are your friends so that by singling you out they can annoy some third party.”
Volcanic Hills Winery is located on the Southeast slope of Boucherie Mountain a 60-million-year-old dormant volcano.
It is a blend of Pinot Noir (51.4%). Marechal Foch (14.3%), Gamay Noir ( 7.4%), Merlot (21.4%) and Cabernet Franc (5.5%). Each varietal was fermented and barrel aged in French and American oak for 14 months then blended.
Aroma: Black cherry, raspberry, red plum, chocolate covered cherry bon bons. Definite oak influence; perhaps too much
Palate: Firm. Lean.Tannic with controlled acidity. Very little fruit: perhaps faint raspberry therefore lacking much of any telltale Okanagan Valley character. Tannic finish.
Personality: Bland, unimpressive especially when expecting excellence one might expect from Okanagan Valley red wines.
Cellarbility: Drink now.
Food Match: A “Friday night wine”.
Price: $30 CDN.
RKS 2026 British Columbia Wine Rating: 79/100.
(Volcanic Hills 2021 Magma Red, Okanagan Valley, BC VQA, Volcanic Hills Winery, West Kelowna, British Columbia, 750 mL, 14%).
“A journey like this is no joke, you’ve no experience of this sort of thing, you need to have more important things on your mind than foolish games. You have to try and anticipate a hundred different things, otherwise you’ll suddenly find yourself in the shit without any money-and where you have no money you’ll have no friends either, even if you give a hundred lessons for nothing, and even if you write sonatas and spend every night fooling around from 10 till 12 instead of devoting your self to more important matters .”
WHAT’S IN A NAME!
My name is Rory Dylan Stephen.
On my Canadian Kennel Club Certificate of Registration my name is Rory of Arendale 2ND.
My father is Kozo’s Gunther.
My mother’s name is Ardendale’s Scottish Lass.
When I am serious trouble my name is RORY.
When I am in very serious trouble my name is RORY DYLAN STEPHEN!!!
Yet I have many other names some being;
Sweetie
Pumpkin
Poopy
Dylan (by mistake)
Snookums
The White Rocket
The White Terror
Naughty Puppy!
Ror
Big guy
I know these names are intended for me by the tone they are delivered. They are terms of endearment (even Rory Dylan Stephen) and that is good with me.
Beat up a poet today
Butterflies embrace the sky
A God given sunny day and the soul flies high
If this grade 5 rhyme is poetry then certainly something has gone awry
Liquidate this trivial optimism
Viewed through a socially irrelevant mindless prism
Quash this verse
Place it in the next outgoing hearse
Revel in the grandmothers who sigh at the mention of shit and sewer
No reason to put the poet on a skewer
Instead, bombast the demeaning jingoism of the brewer
You complain that poetry is over the head of the masses
You are wrong it is meaningless and beneath them when always enveloped in a rosy hue
Why is there no discussion of sniffing glue or the paying of class dues
Beat up
And thrash the poets of the ivory tower
It’s time they awoke with a cold shower
With the millions that suffer waiting to see the way
While poets ignore the every day
Then let us level them to the floors
These vocabularian whores
Robert K. Stephen