The Good Friday

The Good Friday

Rolling back
The year returns
Of childhood innocence

Symbols grasping
Believing days
Whatever it was
Every good C child
Was conditioned
To believe
Else damnation

That singular Friday
That doorway
The choking smoke
Swinging in time
Magpies chanting
Following the apparition
Of horror
To remind
There but for prayers
Go I

Then the third day
All the pastel shades
Hope, joy, anticipation
Coloured eggs
And bunnies
Flowered straw helmet
Or scanty feathered bandeau
Perched or nestled
Above or within
Those fresh-sprawed nests
As new shoes
Carried them off
For an hour
Of ancient theatre
Then back again
To homely ham.

Days and weeks
Passing over
Good intent
Reminders melt away
Half-devoured heads
Ghoulish rabbits
Garish stone reminders
That cleaning time
Was most successful
And complete
Having gained
One more paid civic holiday


Sam Hain

Sam Hain? Never heard of the guy.

Ever been to Seven Dials
Are you that kind of guy
They asked before the pounce
They might as well
Have locked him up
The way they locked him out

What was it worth
That double-edged question
As they threw him out
Was he that kind of guy
How could he know
What it was they meant

Mixed up head
Created by the experts
Those modern architects
Of topsy-turvy world
That thin disguise
Of gentrified lives

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New Dawn

New Dawn

New Dawn

Those bad Grannies … Those bad bad Grannies … I just love the dear old souls.

I believe …. well being the skeptic I am …. actually there is not much I believe unconditionally … Except that I believe in Peace and Love and Justice …

However, I believe we need a gaggle of Grannies in Bathurst, Gloucester County, New Brunswick, Canada. The search is on for Grannies who want to join a gaggle and meet once a month … Well once in a while beginning this autumn.

A New Dawn … In ancient times … and modern … is a time for Grannies to get together and laugh and sing and write poems and songs and make music and dance and talk about things that matter to grannies … Well might matter if they think beyond their comfy chair ….

New Dawn

In the dawn that early morn
When autumn had begun
A granny rose from her comfy bed
To greet the early morn.

Her arms stretched out a wide spread span
As she drew from her comfy nest
When others of her kind appeared
She flew to greet the rest

See you May 2015 in Gloucester County, New Brunswick, Canada.


New Year 2013

Happy New Year to you too George.
Resolution? Did I? Is that what you want to know? Are you really interested in whether I have made resolutions for 2013?

Why George? Tell me why you would be interested in anything I have to say.

That is an interesting response. My #1 resolution for 2013 is to try.

My reasoning? Well George as we all know life is difficult … Very very difficult for some, perhaps less so for others. As I see it George the only thing anyone can do in any situation is to try.

In my case I will try to better understand the what, why, when, who and how of life.

I know George … This might sound a bit dismal. But really George I do have hope that 2013 will be a better year.

I’ll let you in on a little secret George. 2012 was not good. I guess my last little poem of New Years Eve was one example of resignation for the whole year.

You do? You really do wish to hear my poem?
Well thank you George for your encouragement …

My Poem for 2012 Passing
Syria my sister
Hello hello hello
From here to you
So far away
One morning I awoke
And you were gone
My dear twin
They had taken you
The cancer, they said
The cancer had spread
Where are you now
Syria, my twin
By Maggiequinn dec 31, 2012