SENSE AND NONSENSE

  • THE MAGIC OF THE SEASON by Bruce Ray (2014)

    I love this hymn-poem that my son wrote a few Christmases ago. The pastor at his church wants to set some of Bruce’s hymn-poems to music. The Magic of the Season How we remember a babe Who was born for freedom To set us free from our cages In the magic of the season Even…

  • A FLOCK OF GEESE (silly poem #57)

    A Flock of Geese Yesterday I saw a flock of Canada geese, Hovering over the ice-packed, snow-frosted lake, A few had stopped to investigate. They huddled below, On the wind-sculpted snow Commenting ’bout their fate The flock circled above in travel formation While the landed birds debated. “Should we wait for Spring To do our…

  • A POEM ABOUT FEBRUARY AND/OR MARCH (Silly poem #56)

    A POEM ABOUT FEBRUARY AND/OR MARCH (Silly poem #56)

    A POEM ABOUT FEBRUARY AND/OR MARCH Wishy, washy, wintry weather, Creative thoughts I cannot gather, As I don boots of fur-lined leather, Barefoot on a beach I’d rather! Down the road I shhlop and slither, Then fall upon my ass and quiver, Hungry crows are in a dither If I am dead they want a…

  • A GREYHOUND BUS TRIP AT NIGHT (silly poem # 55)

    A GREYHOUND BUS TRIP AT NIGHT My back aches and my knees quake If only I was shorter or thinner. We cannot sleep on the bus Some grey-haired ladies are telling stories Interesting stories about magpies picking at the eyes of pigs and chickens A baby cries A young mother moves up front It is…

  • My Inner Eye

    My Inner Eye My inner eye is like a camera It has to be focused Sometimes manually Sometimes it just clicks in automatically My inner eye enables me to peer into my own soul My super-conscious mind My higher self Its telescopic lens zooms past useless particles of pride and guilt and anxiety It zeros…

  • THE CROCODILE (silly poem #54)

    The Crocodile I’ve never met a crocodile Who wasn’t smiling all the while A sense of humour I am feeling In crocodiles, is unappealing.

  • THE CONVERSATION I NEVER HAD BUT WISHED FOR..(Mom died in 1985)

    THE CONVERSATION I NEVER HAD BUT WISHED FOR..(Mom died in 1985)

    THE CONVERSATION I NEVER HAD… “Mom, I know you’re no longer on this earthly plane, But at times I’ve felt you challenge me again. Coincidences can’t explain what has transpired: The knowledge hidden for so long that I acquired? “Were you happy when your sister met her brother? She’d been all alone- now there were…

  • SUMMER MOOD-SWINGS (silly poem #53)

    SUMMER MOOD-SWINGS Joyous, blissful, carefree hours Gentle breezes, quiet showers Rivers tiding Trout abiding Fragrant flowers Bicycle riding. Followed by: Steaming, burning, blazing heat Weather that arrives replete With snakes and mites And insect bites Athlete’s feet And cabbage blight Waves that riffle rubber boat While you indolently float Upon a lake And then sun…

  • LAZARUS JEWEL BOX (silly poem #52)

    “Lazarus Jewel Box” is the name of a type of clam shell. Today’s prompt inspired me to write about the loss of a few items from an earlier time. I once had a shiny grey jewelry box It was filigreed all over With a windmill on top My dad was from Holland So that may…

  • POLITICS IN THE 90s (silly poem #51)

    Letters to Santa from Politicians in the 1990s Dear Santa Clause, let’s make a deal, An election goodie I’ll reveal, Next year as you zip through the night, Faster than a Westjet flight, One gift to all will be from me, ‘Cause I will trim the G.S.T. But only if you’ll stuff a rock, In…