Breathe in to your full lung capacity,
You are in Toronto it is a big city,
Breathe in the downtown air so rich,
Keep a straight face don’t twitch,
Enjoy the mix of carbon monoxide,
Mixed with bits of hydrogen peroxide,
The lovely smog of rush hour traffic,
Blended with other substances it is very graphic,
Other pollutants make a good addition,
To our body’s uncontrolled glands secretion,
I bet in a generation or two at the most,
The human race is going to be toast,


I woke up this morning I was red with anger,
The sun was shining yellow in the blue yonder,
The white snow was sparkling in fiery orange glow,
Before turning gray, it is the nature of snow,
The green leaves of the trees turned brown,
Covering with a quilt of black the roads in town,
Mixed with some almond and plenty of crimson,
Where they lie fluffing about until they are blown,
Strong winds turn the leaves amber side up,
Winter is the leaves cold and freezing death trap,
Until spring returns with its rosy cheeks,
Bringing back the pink of life, we all seek,
Then snow turns to rain, all is minty green,
Washed by the rain the streets now again clean,
Just the rainbow hanging up in the sky,
Shooting lively colors that make you sigh,
Melon, apricot, violet, magenta, mango, maroon
All seem the same under the light-
of the silvery moon

There Is The Door

Some years back you were born in a town,
You lived there all your life – you stuck around,
You went to school was married worked and died,
Within a city block where your ancestors reside,
For generations since coming from the old country,
This is where they chose to live and be,
A good choice it was – a new beginning a new life,
You would also import yourself a nice little wife,
Who stood beside you through the good and mostly bad,
One hand holding the baby the other supporting dad,
These were the hard first days of the first settlers,
Surrounded by raccoons, beavers and grizzly bears,
Today TV, internet, IPads, surrounds us, all around,
We move and travel, drive and fly, never settle down,
But are we happier today, are we more content?
Living in a huge house instead of a tiny tent,
Yes, we are happier we live better, eat well,
We shower daily (which means we don’t smell),
Yes life is good now days, better than before,
Anyone thinking different, there is the door

Abstract Triangle Lion

I am an abstract man,
A man of abstract I am,
Made of little pieces, little parts,
Different shapes, circles, squares, charts,
Varying colors, shades, green, grey, blue and red,
A mix-up of shapes and colors –
Some exposed some misread,
Little shreds of information and data,
Some alpha to Zeta some are just Beta,
Bits of memories long and short,
Some good some are bad-
Some you keep, some you abort,
For I am an abstract of many pieces,
That keeps growing and increases,
Today I was a lion, wild in the jungle,
Tonight I shall be a yellow triangle,

The Way to Say It

There are many ways to say, “I love you”,
Say it with a sigh; say it cheery or be blue,
Say it in a foreign language, be romantic or tender,
Say it convincingly or just be a pretender,
Say it and look deep into the eyes,
Say it while eating a burger, salad and fries,
Say it with music in the evening before bed,
Or in the morning before you toasted your bread,
Say it standing alert wearing a bow-tie,
Say it while sitting out looking up at the sky,
After you say it, slow down a bit,
It is time to go ahead and show it,


Manuel the prizefighter, is a well-known boxer,
He has an amazing physique, to any observer,
His body built – like a cement wall,
As he stands almost seven feet tall,
When he smiled at me –
With his three lonely teeth,
They stood alone, the one above –
And the two beneath,
Three teeth are all his – 100 percent,
So I named Manuel – the Tri-Dent,
Cousin Richard the football player,
Had no chance – not even a prayer,
He had stomach cramps this all week,
His knees were shaky, unsteady, wobbly and weak,
He was in pain, twisted and bent,
With stomach cramps he had to play tight end.

Who Guards the Guards?

The USA has a democratic republic,
Human rights, open government, – all public,
They have huge secret armies to guarantee,
That the USA remains the land of the free,
They have the Secret Service, The FBI,
The CIA, the NSA the CID, all keeping an eye,
However, who is watching the watchers?
Who guards the guards? Ours, and theirs,
You are holding me – and who is holding you?
Does anyone know? I wish I knew,