A SUNSET

         

a sunset,

beautiful and warm

clearing clouds for the moon   

making the kids all to yawn

a sunset,

warmth like a mother's smile

and mild like a father's eye

leaving with peace in our hearts

a sunset,

time for the textbooks to close

time to say 'adios'

waiting for its next return

i stuck my poems in front of the washroom seats on the door inside 

and it looked pretty good although it's not clear on the picture i did 9 of these.

this is one of the other washrooms i stuck my poem but it was on the wall in front of the seat.... 

i found a pin board on the way to old barn and i pinned my poem there 

i dropped a copy at the front desk of old barn and also at the UBC union center front desk, i felt challenged on this one cause i just put in on their deck for them to see(didnt ask)

this water fountain was at ubc union building and i stuck one there.

i stuck couple of my poems at the bike stands.

i stuck one on the tree in front of a bus stop and i moved away and started waiting for the bus, and after a while a lady read my poem. EXCITING!!!

i stuck on at the bus stop, you can read it clearly but not on the picture here

this one also at the bus stop you cant miss some odd paper hanging fro m that guy's hand, sorta...

                   

the voice that yelled at me!!!

your voice sounds like a thousand seagulls screaming at the beach
a thousand warning sirens keep on beeping
a thousand red fox screaming all at once
a thousand fork scraping on plates
a thousand squeaking Styrofoam
a thousand nails on a chalkboard
a thousand cicadas screaming
a thousand crickets rattling at night
a thousand mechanic tools rattling
a thousand glass plates breaking
a thousand swords across bodies making a sloshing noise 
a thousand untuned violins playing
a thousand doors and windows banging  
a thousand steel plates rubbed against sand
a thousand coins in a steel box being shaken
like someone scratching on an unglazed ceramics plate 
like the voice that yelled at me while i was watching the television  ignoring his choice of channel

A MOTHER'S LOVING EYE.....

so much depends
 upon

a mother's loving
 eye

giving out rays
 of compassion

filling me with 
warmth

Dear Dear Miss Hancock... Forgive Me....

poetic response to "The Metaphor"by Budge Wilson

dear dear Miss Hancock
behind those crazy hair and colors
i see you were one of the great sunflowers
when i had a great sunflower in front of me
i chose the rose, but i realize that the thorns of it are going to prick me hard one day
i really wish i didn't know that fact, but truths are meant to be known
i don't think i can hold on with this guilt i carry in me
i wish i had chosen you....

dear dear Miss Hancock
your heart is beautiful as a peacock
when I look at those feathers with shades of shiny blue and green
I see how great you have been
how beautifully it defines your delicate, lovely heart
i see how your heart makes you shine
i really wish wish everybody could see it through my eyes

dear dear Miss Hancock
I had you close to me but i didn't care
you waited for me
but i chose not to meet your eyes
when i had that chance
now how will I ever forgive myself.

dear dear Miss Hancock
but now that you are gone from my life
i realize what slipped away from my hand
i feel so lost and unsuccessful
everything I've gained by ignoring you doesn't seem so great anymore
forgive me

dear dear Miss Hancock

 i am not getting any support or encouragement from anyone

to calm me down, or to make me feel better

i have only those sour memories of myself with you on these last days

why leave me so soon

i didn't get time to erase my mistakes from your memories

forgive me