Rhymes, Rants & Accolades from North Central BC

Archive for October, 2016



A goose and a duck were both single,
So together they thought they would mingle,
But he honked and she quacked,
And they didn’t get back,
‘Til both had become bilingual!

There once was a man from Endako,
Whose living was made with a backhoe,
With this rig he did dig,
A hole that was big,
‘twas sad ‘cause he never came back, oh!

A robot that cleaned up the messes,
Of nuclear science successes,
Was put out to rust,
When it grumbled and fussed,
‘Bout hazardous waste in excesses!


With apologies to the author of
“A Passionate Shepherd To His Love”

Unplug with me the sink and tub,
Where hairy folk their bodies rub,
With lotions, soaps, oils and gel,
Deodorized, to quell the smell.

And we will sit upon the john,
Seeing the grease and grime upon,
The porcelain and in the drain,
The strands of hair that yet remain.

And I will make you pointed hats,
And aeroplanes to throw at cats,
Paper flowers I will issue,
Fashioned all from toilet tissue.

A gorgeous gown of soft chenille,
Made from the towels that I will steal,
And jewellery at your feet I’ll toss,
All woven out of dental floss.

Grease traps full of grimy things,
Plumbing leaks and bathtub rings,
If these don’t make you “ick” or “ugh”
Then come with me and help unplug.

A cutting torch, a roll of wire,
Toilet plunger, wrenches, pliers,
If all these tools for me you’ll lug,
Then come with me and help unplug.

OCTOBER (Silly poem#1)

Now that it’s October,
And for sure our summer’s over,
I dig up my window boxes,
Pillage petals, roots and stalks ‘n,
Fling the foliage on the ground;
Dead plants lying all around.

Replace them with some flowering bulbs;
With thoughts of springtime I indulge.
I tuck them in the rich black earth,
Which was my summer flowers’ turf.
Mound them high with peat moss fill
To protect from winters’ chill.

When snow ‘n ice encase the world
And darkness through the days unfurl,
My flowering bulbs may not survive,
But Northerners like me will thrive.
One thing always helps us cope
In winter we subsist on hope!

I want the WHOLE WORLD to read this

My granddaughter Jennel just posted a spiel on Facebook that at one o’clock in the morning, appeals to me to greatly. Thanks Jennel, for letting me put this on my blog. I WANT THE WHOLE WORLD TO READ THIS!!!!

Oh right, you didn’t give me permission to put this on my blog…. But I know you will. You have the same need I have to communicate what’s important. And interesting. As well as having a whole lot of talent to put your thoughts out in easily digestible language.

From Jennel Harder:

“Over a year ago through the wonders of social media and the cross connected world that we all share, I made a friend.

Our opening conversations were random, sometimes ridiculous but every so often spotted with straight up stark honest questions, which followed by answers regarding our different worlds, culture and beliefs.

He’d ask questions like explaining different slangs in English and everyone’s need to use the F-word every second word (try to translate that) and I’d counter with “do you really poop like that, sitting?!?!??” I’d cry about the struggle with my kids and he’d give me perspective of food, shelter, clothing, education and health of my kids. We’d talk about politics and history, most of which I learned along the way. In any case it was an education in life matters.

It wasn’t long before we turned to the more meaty matters of this world. It couldn’t be avoided after the Paris and San Bernardino Bombings. We would discuss the heart of the world and how sadness plagued mankind. I sat on my comfy warm couch in my safe and non violent country, and he in his base, or tank or resting while on a mission.

There wasn’t a subject or topic that we didn’t discuss. The willingness to step outside our comfort zones and debate the matters of this world, albeit mixed with his wonderment of my absurd personality and grotesquely underestimated sense of humour, followed with times of shock at my bluntness and flat out hyped opinionated flare for drama. I’m sure there have been a few eye rolls.

Most times the conversations were calm and in genuine friendship and then there were times where my pride and indignant pestering poked at the heavy subjects of our cultural differences and fear based prejudices which tested his ever calm response. Yet he persevered and with such tact and dignity.

So why am I writing about him?

Well, he’s taught me a valuable lesson. We are all created equal. We are all created in the image of God and all seek a desire to know and be known. We all have these dark recesses within our heart that define who we’re are. Do we lay claim to them and tuck them away secretly and hide in shame only to have fear shape our world? Or do we ask questions? Do we get to know another’s heart journey only to grow in our own.

If you want to know why you believe something or why you carry foundational truths, engage in friendly conversations with another whose world is juxtaposed to yours. Challenge yourself and get to know how to have those conversations.
Too many people shape their world within the confines of a fear. God is so much bigger than anything in this world, there’s no reason for fear.
Get to know those around you. Be silent and listen. Get to know the depth of yourself by standing up for your truths in conversation but staying soft in love for others.

Firstly, If prayer is a part of your life, I ask that you would pray for my friend. Without going into detail, his life makes our life seem elementary. Otherwise, if prayer is not in your daily routine, keep him in your thoughts.
Secondly, have those conversations with others and gain understanding. Life is much more abundant than when we stand stagnant and unchallenged in our own little world.

Lastly. Stay true to the truths that which define you but do so in gentleness.

You might just make a friend.”

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