Tag Archives: Canadian poetry

Poetry Corner : “A paganistic birthday party”

Paganistic Birthday Party Assembled about the synthetic evergreen altarare the little dazed childrenstunned as if pondering the words of the three wise menthey murmur their pagan chantsmaterialistic hymns of candy, games and toys greedy gleaming eyes of the little fry thought to be cutewish they could have more than they see the evening festa ritualisticContinue reading “Poetry Corner : “A paganistic birthday party””

Poetry Corner: “A winter statistic”

A winter statistic Tangled in the jagged steelit lies on the highwayand the cold air wafts the steamy messfurther on down the roadwhere a crowd stands gawkingpondering how the exaggerate the bloody mess before them so as to createinteresting dinner conversation Robert K. Stephen

Poetry Corner: What you have to look forward to or you’d best pawn that gold watch your employer gave you”

What you have to look forward to or you’d best pawn that gold watch your employer gave you You slave for the dignity the weekly pay affordsYes sir!No sir!and if you are lucky a pittance of a pension comes your wayretire and read the paper all dayand learn how to stretch that cat food allContinue reading “Poetry Corner: What you have to look forward to or you’d best pawn that gold watch your employer gave you””

COVID Poetry Corner : “The Prison sentence”

The Prison Sentence It’s been over a yearcowering by many in COVID fear Let me outta herebut oh no leave the house and B117 will cause my lungs to sear Realistically with vaccine delays aboundingwhy Pfizer chooses now to retool in Belgium is astoundingjust we when all hoped from stress we’d be rebounding politico-medico directivesContinue reading “COVID Poetry Corner : “The Prison sentence””

Poetry Corner: “Mama Bravo strikes again”

Mama Bravo strikes again Laughing gaily they take their seatsout of the hostile winter freeze to enjoy the cheap rum of sunny Cubathe plane hurtles down the runwaypassengers getting ready for those free drinks BUT! snap, crackle poplike steel rice crispies No time for a screamwhat’s left of the bodieslies steaming in a fieldand looksContinue reading “Poetry Corner: “Mama Bravo strikes again””