Winter Toast

When the weather again getting chilly and cold,
And makes you feel you are useless and tired and old,
That is the time to get out the Rum from the cupboard,
(Where hidden it was since last winter, safely stored),
Glass to the rim you fill, careful not to miss a drop,
Desperately trying to get warm, freezing bottom to top,
Winter ahead seven months of snow, wind, and frost,
A legitimate excuse to have another drink and toast.



There is a full cacophony, out in the woods,
A million birds each presenting its sound and goods,
A salad of calls, noises, and multiple loud chirpy song,
Short tune, long tune, chirp and another moody long,
They must have lots to discuss those birds of feather,
Do not seem to hold back chirping, regardless of weather,
Yet the old Canadian Geese no matter the season,
Keep the decibels high for no apparent reason,

Two Butterflies

Sitting in Connecticut, next to a brook,
In three hours, I can finish writing a book,
Only the birds are busy making a sound,
Black flies fly, their heads held high proud,
Two butterflies are making out in the sun,
The two are busy making a new little one,
It seems my presence bothers them not,
A bird approaching from their blind spot.
Oops, there were two butterflies making love,
A lesson learned:
When making love, look what’s hovering above,

Looking For Peace

Give me peace and quiet so that I might,
listen to the music made by bees in flight,
I want to smell, want to see the flowers Bloom,
slowly watch the paint dry, on the wall in the room,
I want to see the water vapors, going up towards the sky,

To see my SUV’s wheels, just for once with the right PSI,

In the meanwhile, I shall wait for that elusive peace,

With a glass of wine, nuts and some Kashkaval cheese,



My Friend the Flying Monkey

I have a friend – I had him many years,

We meet often and together go for beers,

He is a flying monkey, a nice kind of a guy,

From all people that I know, only we see eye to eye,

You see, my flying monkey has no religion he peddles,

He does not give a shit, nor prizes or medals,

It turns out monkeys are really very smart,

Been here longer – been here since the start,

They do not claim to have ownership of god,

(I know most of you do find this very odd),

This is why I rather spend my time over a beer,

With my friend, with my hairy flying ape peer,

That is not even by a long shot an observer,

Nor does he burn in some religious fervor.



Wake Up Alarm

I got up to the morning ringing alarm bell,

Did my pooping and my peeing, all is working well,

I do not take anything for granted anymore, not me,

One will be a complete fool, to overlook and not to see,

Alternatives are aplenty, not all good, most are bad,

Our days getting shorter, nights are longer, it is sad,

Does it rain more nowadays? Maybe cooler as well,

Is summer getting to be even hotter than hell?

Many a question go through my head as of late,

Lucky my morning alarm will wake up the dead.


Cold May

No rain, no shine, no snow nor sleet,

Toronto’s weather, has been real shit,

It is mid-May and minus one tonight,

Out for a walk, you end up with a frostbite,

This is no way to celebrate the spring,

No BBQ with steak, thigh, or chicken wing,

The weather is going from bad to worse,

Getting snow in May is a mighty curse,

Global warming? My ass, it is cold out there,

In the park tonight, I saw a polar bear