...a quiet madman, never far from tears - Irving Layton.
Maple Ridge, British Columbia
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My First Poetry Collection
(I get better, but I've read worse).ππ½ a.co/d/0hVOduc0 β at Maple Ridge, British Columbia
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The Iowa River outside its banks after last weekβs rains #backwaters
ALT The Iowa River outside its banks after last weekβs rains
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jdubqca.com/2016/11/11/wrappβ¦
WRAPPING FLOWERS IN BLANKETS
#poetry
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#vss365 #bottle
subtle lines were drawn
across flickering obsidian skies
the scent of rain is near
the winds begin as deep sighs
the tiny ship
had never known a storm
its Captain standing tall
on the dry deck
watching the dark clouds form
when morning came
the bottle lay broken on the floor
Captain and ship were missing...
finally, finally
he's sailed to unknown shores
Β©kcs 2026
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times passes
slow as a snail
time takes its toll
as smoothly as a snail moves
and one feels as alone as a snail
plodding its way through on the gravel
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there is no meaning
in the life of a snail
It does not even have a name
it carries its home
and it dies in three
and a white lip marks the edge of its shell
but you have meaning -
the universe revolves round your noble human form
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Spring snails and slugs, Melbourne
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there are countless
snails and slugs
that come to be in spring
on the gravel
they move slowly
(irritatingly so for human time);
and they feed
on new growth and seedlings
and on the gravel too many lie crushed
they lie dead, a wet mess
I will not show you pictures -
O ye delicate human souls -
of creatures your feet crushed
for you must march on singing carols
comfortably High on to Heaven;
while these are biodegradable
and will sink to the ground
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She wrote her sweetheart a letter
Put it in a bottle
Threw it out to sea
He was never coming home
Lost in the name of king and country
But a sense of comfort
Washed over her like a wave
Knowing she had finally told him
All the things she never got to say.
#vss365 #RemembranceDay
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They found a bottle in the sand. The note within was written by an alien hand. We tried to cooperate. The cure for the virus arrived too late. If you return to our planet we hope our relatives will understand.
#vss365
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Itβs all right
Itβs all right
it does not matter
if it cannot be
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even planets die
and the most effulgent star is extinguished
so we look up at the firmaments
and we sigh, and we say:
Itβs all right
I can continue walking on
this path, this lone way
Some things
cannot be
it was not meant to be
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(And do you not hear the naΓ―ve say? -
Never give up; it will come to be
if one sets oneβs mind to itβ¦
Visualisation, and positive thinking
and all thatβ¦and we know too the words to
Que Sera, Sera;
and weβre long past childhood
and weβve found out what can be, what cannot be)
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Thereβs consolation yet
(look at the tombs, look at the wounds)
Not everything worked out
for Rembrandt
for Vincent van Gogh
for John Keats
for poor delirious Poe
though we can muster words
to put a spin on each
(the triumph of the spirit,
and all that effluence)
And whoβs to know the elder heart of Shakespeare
after The Tempest
what pain surfaced -
in spite now of the triumph of bust and words
in Stratford chancel?
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Nothing matters really
except maybe
that one hoped, one lived, one tried
and one keeps a smile
a smile thatβs oneβs own
as cold as marble
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IMAGE: Saskia van Uylenburgh in Arcadian Costume by Rembrandt van Rijn
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my spine winces
wet streetlights drip me
to her room
#10wordspoet
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I don't
Just see your eyes
I feel them
I am
Smothered
In your words
Quenched
By their meaning
Held tight
In
Your soul's
Brilliance
It's where
I wish to be
Where
I need to be
Where I unleash
My heart
And
Upon your skin
I leave
Encrusted stars
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Trouble brewing
Ghosts of Christmas
Following me
Old boy sits by the fire alone
Counting his coppers
Humbug says he
Voices chill, mulled wine & song
Time gone in nightmares
The clock ticks on
What will the future
Soon he'll be crying feelings set free
#vibes_gothicvss
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Once more unto the screech.
Indeed, and the creature from the deep
with a leap and a bound is here in ever
unsound and therefore profoundly
explosive mode.
Everything bestowed with a bang I say
and hang the consequences as I slam
and damn my way through the day with
displays of amazing disgrace.
Bracing, and bound to such a course I've
much found my place at the base of
things.
Drop the base?
No dear.
I couldn't possibly force the coarse out
as I doubt I can do anything else.
With the fuzzy felt not being my bag then
the puzzling anomalistic pitch is stitched
with sacking.
Attack that is, and wonderous be the
plunder of thunderous treasure.
Anyway, this has been your pleasure and
with that said the dread write hand will now
away on an errant errand which will bring
the chink of coin but leave someone with
a sinking feeling.
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My lines are of no great shakes,
well adrift of a gift in the makes.
Poor effort I boss,
and I don't give a toss,
'cause I never make costly mistakes.
Of course this is false information,
for all thought here a force in creation.
I'm ever up to tricks,
and while clever in the fix,
in the mix too is self deprecation.
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The ever known for the knack man in
black is here on track for another
cracking word stack.
Fact, and it comes with a no act and
action packed guarantee.
In all actuality with the facility and
more-so a proclivity for such I just
hack my way through these things
with all flings bringing out that certain
touched muchness.
I'm just saying, and trust me that
justice which I find much lacking in
this world is ever on my mind.
I've got a lot on my mind, but it's never
up for sale.
These things are designed more to
never plainly train the mind and to rain
down the lines without explaining
where my oddly defined brain goes.
Anyway, the boss of the no floss and
impossibly tossed lost plot is now off
to cross swords and all that as the man
in black once more leaps as a matter
of course and with maximum force into
a ring of fire.
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I am the odd god of hell fire and as such
then much shall I conspire and tirelessly
so to throw on a pyre anyone or anything
requiring the you never learn so it's a go
for the burn workout.
It's all about fitness, and as I can't see
a great deal of such then it's much a case
of lighting the touch paper.
When something is unfit for purpose then
it can't escape the flaming fate to come.
It has to be done, and there's an abundance
of the stunningly dumb so we can easily
get rid of some.
Tear it all asunder I say and do away with
the repeatedly failing monkey puzzle
species unable to spell conscience let
alone table it's meaning.
Peace at last, and any plans to blast off
into space to spread the disgraceful and
ever spiralling viral menace should be shot
down.
Yeah I know, it all sounds a bit harsh you
may say but you know I'm not partial to the
dah element in the room.
Anyway, with another shot across the bow
loosed the towering and well known to
glower power will now away to where the
wild things argh.
