Weird and Whacky

Trump wins: I wonder if he is going to receive the Nobel Peace Prize in about two weeks time

Some famous action star promised to strap climate change deniers’ mouths to the tailpipe of his Hummer(!) to show them what this climate change pollution is really all about. Carbon Monoxide anyone? What a Hummer!

Off Canada’s west coast, a tugboat and barge with a load of fuel for, I would take it, remote First Nation communities in the north went aground near Bella Bella. All enviro-mental-ists now want a ban on all oil tankers off the west coast of Canada. Well that’s like throwing the baby out with the bathwater. There has never been an oil tanker incident off the west coast of Canada, ever, never, ever.  Say, what about tug and tows?

First Nation Veterans now want their own Remembrance Day ceremony, 08 Nov.  I thought all vets were Canadian vets?? That being the case I would want to see a Scottish Canadian Veterans Day – say to coincide with Robbie Burn’s day, 25 January. It’ll be kinda cold and chilly though for those wearing kilts!

EcoSexuals – those wanting to have sex with mother earth. Ejaculations in the mud, or by a waterfall with one’s self or with a partner. Kind of brings tree hugging to a whole new level. I kid you not! This movement is orgasmic they say.

More bats killed due to wind tower wacking than previously thought. I refer you to the Ecosexuals above.

Eeee Gads.

 

….Jay out

 

Forever Young

Forever Young

Forever young your faces be

As bright as the stars your blessed souls be

Immortality’s youth, serene and care-free

Forever young your faces be

 

Forever young your voices be

Transcend through the noise, so wondrously free

Not trapped by the siren of terror’s cold screams

Forever young your voices be

 

Forever young your memories be

To your mothers and fathers, your loved ones… to me

Your laughter and smiles, your passion and dreams

Forever young your memories be

 

As my body grows old and my thoughts escape me

As I stoop all alone in the Cenotaph’s lee

I will remember your faces from that scripted stone screen

Forever young your faces be

 

Vimy

The Ridge

Reflection’s wise. Its true insight flies

Throughout our minds and forever binds us

To eternal life that is devoid of strife

Just peaceful thoughts, not restless nor caught

Into that web of war to tread

Not normalcy! Pure madness bred our way to be

Yet as one we brand an ancestral land

As our spirits rise to embrace God’s sky

And shed away our fears.

 –

Our thoughts of home as our mothers roam

Among our graves, their faces brave

To the sadness here of men with fear

Yet for our nation’s prayers we died out there

For a home sweet home, dear Canada

That knowledge bears a passion… flares

Within our hearts, to love; to shove

Our fears aside and run in stride

To get away from there

– 

Over top we’d go to the whistled throes

That plundered us within gun sight foes

Such madness…crushed, our brothers flush

With abject fear with those guns so near

We’d pray in silence for our leader’s guidance

For in them we trust and as Canucks we thrust

So far ahead yet we walked with dread

With the barrage we shudder, our blanket cover

Oh God we’re scared.

– 

The earth it shakes… please mothers take us

Into your arms and away from harm

We’d fall in silence…no pride in violence

We looked ahead for behind ’s our dead

Their faces seared, no longer feared

Just a darkness now with thoughts that bow

To a light that’s gone, forever done

For now it seems our passion stream

Is ebbing some for our time has come

–

We fought for glory, each life a story

With silent breath we faced cruel death

Our youthful brash ‘gainst madness, crashed

Into the mud, the cold, the blood

That Ridge has been a horror scene

A Ridge that bears our lives and shares

Blood curdling chills, then silence… killed

And down we go with our cries now still

Just silent prayers to loved ones shared…so far from there

 –

The death knell rings for our lives and brings

A peace you share from that Ridge out there

Is a peace we paved to our silent graves

And a peace we share in God’s love’s lair

We were men of arms, a brotherhood

And beyond that Ridge, your nationhood

With souls set free our spirits now see

Just peaceful lands and a national brand…your nation‘s free!

Yet horrendous loss this madness cost…Canadians!

– 

Please…remember us

Hues of the Rideau

How I miss the Rideau River.

I lived in Manotick Ontario for eleven years. During that time I felt blessed to be able to explore by canoe my part of the Rideau River, my part of heaven on earth: from the Swan Pub, up and around Long Island, by Watson’s Mill, to the Long Island locks and all parts in between.

The following is a short ditty of how I saw that river over the seasons.

Rideau Hues 

The light green hue from a soft summers rain

Showers, placid, like sheets of shimmering velvet dew

Fall on the river’s course, such ripples faint

Just drops of pure delight…renewed

 

The soft palette hue of a late autumn’s day

Bright sunshine rays of seduction and warmth

Reflect the gold, bright crimson leis

That flutter softly down on the river’s form

 

A deep dark hue, bold indigo, cold

Feel winter’s breath that signals nature’s rest

Before the ice that forms a frigid blanket fold

So fresh, so clean, all senses… crest

 

Symphonic hues spring fresh to brew

For it is nature’s best time now to sing

From a thousand shades of freshness new

With sounds so strong, yet mellow, ring

 

These Rideau hues have now been etched

On my mind’s eye’s screen, God’s perfection, thrust  

For all to see from such nature, stretched

Over a canvass pure on this earthly crust 

 

(c) ShakeyJay 2005