Climate Change

Back in  the land of faces pale

I play the game and hope to not fail

Climate here is different from where I was born

Climate where I was born is different from when I was born

 

If the climate affects culture, our holidays, our seasons of joy

Will climate change lead to culture change

Will the seas rising bring cheer to one part of the world

Will the weather surprising bring fear to our world

Will the insurance companies make more money on more misery

Will the conspiracy theories reach the best seller list

I dont know I dont care I am blissfully all unaware

I am here on vacation let the climax play full fare.

 

Day 8 The Daily Routine

I am in Canada so writing prose than poetry- this is the copy of a blog that appeared at http://todayilearntincanada.wordpress.com/2013/05/22/day-8-the-daily-routine/

  1. For the first time I slept at 10:30 pm yesterday and woke up at 6:00 am. Jet lag is over! :)
  2. I took the bus but I think I climbed the wrong bus . or it was the right bus but the wrong route (20). Route 20 is awesome for watching the University of Calgary. Kind of looks like an American university without the emphasis on football.
  3. I used train C to reach downtown. Trains in Calgary are also a bit like trams- as in they run on the same road as people. This scares me, I should watch it before walking on stop signs.
  4. A man on the C train told me – “Can you please turn off your ipod volume, bud. Not everyone needs to hear that.” People around me smiled. I kind of turned red and said “Sorry”. On the other hand, when I am 64, and I still have my hearing- I would need to thank that anonymous man on the train.
  5. It started raining (drizzling). So I got red and cold. Come to think of it, when it rains , people around you smile less. The rain has an infectious emotional feeling. A thought occurred to me. Culture is dependent on climate. Will climate change lead to cultural changes too?
  6. Finally reached Calgary Public Library. Ate breakfast. Hooked up to wifi. Which is why I am typing this :) .
  7. I shifted seats from a table for four to a table of one , because the man and woman on the table started flirting. It is tough to be a serious writer if one guy is rubbing his leg another person , in a table of four chairs, or taking a picture while she giggles. It was so much rom-com, it kind of reminded me of Shakespeare. But I had to move to the other table. The sacrifices I do! All for writing for you.
  8. Calgary is the world’s cleanest city . I should  take a shower everyday. Never mind the cold. We don’t want the average to fall, huh.
  9. Calgary is a very diverse city- with people from 125 countries in it. I think  I met people of many nationalities in the C train.
  10. Photo from yesterday – outside the RBC. The World’s most friendly bank for liberals! With statue of two naked men. Standing butt to butt.  Try and Match that , American Banks!

Screenshot from 2013-05-22 22:06:28

Kissing Time

 

It is
It’s kissing time
Turn this way miss
I hope you don’t mind

Kissing can be funny
Ain’t that true
I could be
I could be in love with you

Kissing is free
Don’t you think
Lets be free too
Let’s drink life’s drink

It is
It is kissing time
When my heart sings
Won’t you be mine

Those cherry lips
They be so fine
I can’t wait
I can’t wait to make you mine

For it’s kissing time
and it’s kissing time

( a love song- set to  jazz /blues)

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Dickens and Hemingway

It was the worst of times

It was the best of rhymes

The man looked up from his drink and nodded

Yes I will fight the war

No more sleep no more knitting up the sleeve of care

They may play us like a flute

But we are men

From a time

When men were men

And wrote their own sonnets

Snow (Hey Oh) – Red Hot Chilli Peppers

“Snow (Hey Oh)”

Come to decide that the things that I tried were in my life just to get high on.
When I sit alone, come get a little known
But I need more than myself this time.
Step from the road to the sea to the sky, and I do believe that we rely on
When I lay it on, come get to play it on
All my life to sacrifice.

Hey oh… listen what I say oh
I got your hey oh, now listen what I say oh

When will I know that I really can’t go
To the well once more – time to decide on.
Well it’s killing me, when will I really see, all that I need to look inside.
Come to belive that I better not leave before I get my chance to ride,
Well it’s killing me, what do I really need – all that I need to look inside.

Hey oh… listen what I say oh
Come back and hey oh, look at what I say oh

The more I see the less I know
The more I like to let it go – hey oh, woah…
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder where it’s so white as snow,
Finally divided by a word so undecided and there’s nowhere to go;
Inbetween the cover of another perfect wonder and it’s so white as snow,
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed and there’s nowhere to go.

Ho!
Went to descend to ammend for a friend of the channels that had broken down.
Now you bring it up, I’m gonna ring it up – just to hear you sing it out.
Step from the road to the sea to the sky, and I do belive what we rely on,
When I lay it on, come get to play it on
All my life to sacrifice

Hey oh… listen what I say oh
I got your hey oh… listen what I say oh

The more I see, the less I know
The more I like to let it go – hey oh, woah…
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder where it’s so white as snow.
Finally divided by a word so undecided and there’s nowhere to go
Inbetween the cover of another perfect wonder where it’s so white as snow
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed and there’s nowhere to go.

I said hey hey yeah oh yeah, tell my love now.
Hey hey yeah oh yeah, tell my love now.

Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder where it’s so white as snow,
Finaly divided by a word so undecided and there’s nowhere to go.
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder where it’s so white as snow…
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed and there’s nowhere to go.

I said hey oh yeah oh yeah… tell my love now
Hey yeah yeah… oh yeah.

Fathers and Errant Sons

Said my dad to me
Life is tough you have to see
Don’t visit you son too often you know it causes pain
Kid’s mother has custody no use to dig it up again

I think to myself all again
Dad will die without knowing this pain
Like Hamlet’s ghost he will whisper in my ear till I be insane
His words echoing round and round in my brain

I look in the mirror I look myself in the eyes deep
Unfortunately my eyes remind me of my father in sleep
We have the same eyes the same look on our face
The same native intelligence too hard to ignore or erase

Yes Dad I know you are always right
Yes Dad I know I will always be in fright
For I am the errant son the long lost sheep
I shall wander till you redeem me from my sleep