Sunday, 7 September 2014

Freedom Sleeps

Freedom sleeps
silent smouldering
patiently waiting
safe insecure.

Tears on the faded
Faces of slaves
and the bravest children
with frozen winces
in cages that saved us.

The first smile of spring
A warm glow beneath
a cold cushion of snow
seeds sewn in absentia.

Ideas sprout restless and
Breathless in corsets
from yesterdays’ closets


Sunday flash 55 from the Imaginary Garden. I a little flash from the past - 1984.

Wednesday, 3 September 2014

Back to School

Wide eyes true 
are back to school.
Played right up
to Labour Day.
Try to be cool 
with butterflies.
Hide your Sponge Bob 
lunch box virus.
Miley Cyrus - so '08
Wonder who the 
cool kids are?
Under just know 
you are okay.


 Out of the lake and into the Pond :)

Saturday, 24 May 2014

Baby Proof

It's been a while. I've been resting. I'll ease back into it with inspiration from Mama Zen and Words Count from the Garden - "Write about being safe in 53 words or less"

It try to spend at least an hour 
each day playing with my baby. 
She reminds me just how baby
proof and happy life can be.

She reminds me simple things are safe and easy.

Giggling and peek-a-booing 
tickling the best of what's left
from the baby that I used to be.

(52 Words)

Saturday, 19 April 2014

tick talk

if the lines were fuzzy
and i wasn't
quite as cool
as i could be
could i fool
you for a tick
and talk you
into taking walks
along the seaside
picking seashells
with a soft shell crab like me?


Maybe more Dr. Seuss than ee cummings - my challenge for the toads today

Wednesday, 16 April 2014

Who Stands?

Blasting through the batwing doors
A young gun in a whiskey fit
Aces and eights and eighty-eight notes
Virtue bleeds black as wicked redeems

Young and dumb and dead is done
a blaze of bloody glory gone
But who stands and bravely pays? 
Silent is the widow's cry

There's glory there for fallen men
But ne'er does a dead man dance  
No songs sung for the standing brave
The silent stings after the wake

Raised 'em right and buried ripe
a blaze of bloody glory gone
But who stands when dead is done?
Silent is the widow's cry

Kerry and the Toads are inspired by silent movies today (eighty-eight are the notes on a standard piano)

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

The Ballad of Sam and Nona

He came from the dust of bullets and muck
and she with the grace of lilacs and such
Between the two was one fierce soul
two halves that made a whole

Together they could not be beat
he made her tough she made him sweet
they made their way and paid the toll
and slowly grew into two sacred souls.


The Toads are writing Ballads today. I've been away from my poetry for a while busy working of some other projects. This was a good one to get back on tract. I think there's more here but for today that all I got.

Friday, 4 April 2014

Registered Mail

Shay is kicking it old school in the Garden with some old fashioned snail mail. I took a bit of a dark turn turn on this one. The last letter I got was registered mail for the Custody Agreement mediated between me and my Ex - by far my darkest hours. 

I worked in my favourite song of all time Behind Blue Eyes. I posted both versions of the Song - the original by the Who and and remix by Limp Bizkit. I like the Who better. The new version is well sung but they left out the one verse that is my favourite lyric of all time in song or poetry: 

When my fist clenches, crack it open 
Before I use it and lose my cool 
When I smile, tell me some bad news 
Before I laugh and act like a fool 

And If I swallow anything evil 
Put your finger down my throat 
And If I shiver, please give me a blanket 
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat 

[That's why Fred Durst is the Worst.]

Behind Blue Eyes (The Who Original)

I refuse to sign today
for self-inflicted tragedy
the evil that I didn't swallow
my hamster had a speed wobble
then Speedy had a heart attack
I had to stop and take a tick
but if I choke
who'll stick their finger down my throat?

I hate those pricks 
those courthouse bricks of family sicknesses
held by mortar made of horrified 
and mortified little kids
who had to choose
and always loose 
no matter what they did.

Should I sign for misery?
register my apathy?
In the case of him and her 
Overseen by hatchet face
Gunna put me in my place
I'll take the head 
You take the rest 
If I confess would you take less?
Would you feel these feelings like I do? 
and I blame YOU

"Wah Wah Wah Wah Wah"
What the fuck was that?

Charlie Brown's teacher talking 
reading mediated papers
in the the case of me and you
no adultery but we're sick 
of getting screwed
Roger Daultry ringing in my ear
nobody knows what it's like
to be jaded and so faded
and to carry all these lies

Discover whether weekends 
and a birthday here and there
are enough to Limp along 
and show how much I care 
but maybe there's loophole here
maybe I won't fail?
if I never sign 
Maybe I can buy more time
if I never sign 
Registered Mail.

Behind Blue Eyes (The Who Original)

Thursday, 3 April 2014


Sometimes I forget about the fire
inside that smoulders slowly
in that place of inspiration
where fear and pride conspire.

That first kiss when my hand shook
That wild look while dice are dancing
Fate holds hands with second chances 
and I forgot to breathe.

It's in times of unanswered questions
when the lessons seem to stick
and if it didn't hurt a little
wisdom wouldn't be worth spit

I see that spark in my child's eye 
and I remember why I keep that fire alive


Today the Toads are looking at what inspires us - I chose the first live rock and roll show I ever saw live April Wine in 1979 in the Kamloops Memorial Arena at the tender age of 13.


Wednesday, 2 April 2014

As I Wandered

We met
as I wandered
calmly in a
lonely moment
on a silent
sandy lanscape
far too busy
for two fussy
people to be
taking time for talking.

Just a glance
was all I took
and you were gone
before I realized
you were a person
of a certain kind
I could have spared
a second or two
just to give
direction to ...
another perfect
moment squandered
as I wandered
home alone.


A challenge for Susie's Taking it to the Streets from the Imaginary Garden.

Sunday, 30 March 2014


We're only as sick as the secrets we keep
they creep and crawl behind the mind's eye
eroding integrity they kick out our legs
until we learn how to fight from our back.
The secrets we kept after dark didn't count
double-talk-razzle-dazzle and reasonable doubt.
Thicker and slicker and sicker and sicker
the road less travelled is narrow and steep

We hit the ground with the rubber side down
then parked in the dark to escape from our dreams.
But secrets have legs and go bump in the night
and it's hard to swallow that lump in your throat 
A head on collision - a storm of remorse
we slept like babies on the cold prison floor.


Toads are inspired by secrets today.