Poem A Day

A Poem A Day

Truthseekers Lament

When I am away
It is sad to say
Time to make-up
The lapse has sway

More water in the cup
more water under the bridge
closing the gap
on the truth
when the gate was kept open
and you could hear
the creaking gate
banging against the fence
sitting there
in the middle
We are all mugwumps

Like John A. Macdonald did
the First Prime Minister
of Canada's
into the Lake
St. Joseph
He did dip
the Holy Grail
a cup in Orangemen circles
Bequeathing the land
to ancient ancetors
Faith of Our Fathers

Drink to Imbibe
the refreshing waters
of yesterday
pure and clean
Crystalline Dream
Limestone purified
Our Hearts Desire
To Become our
Destiny

Too Good To Be True
This rarified Land
Strong and Free
A Nation New
Keeping in Stores
Moose Factories
For yesteryear
Voyageurs
Hunting and Fishing
Tracking and Trapping
We made Beaver Pelts
from hard working Beaver's hides
Moose meat
pemmiccan
bannock bread delights
blueberries
and black bears
left their tracks
on my native soul
to the Future
Nation
Bold Braves All
This Nation
Red and White and Blue
The Union Jack Lion
and Fleur de Lis
Unicorn
Blending
Maple Syrup
and Habitant Soup



True Colours
of the Land



Into the Truth
Be Known
What is unknown
The hidden chronicles
Leaves
Me Cold

A scent of that
You got a good nose

For details are like that
Hard to find
under all that
wraps and binds
drags and tags
left
on the Rt big toe

Questioning the house
is good reason so to do
because if we dont
they'll walk away with
the show
and tell
us please do
why we cannot have
when we do not know
what is going on
behind closed doors
more transparency needed
no cameras off session
we want to see the entire
process
from its infancy
to its completion
in surround sound
vista, visions and verrisimilitude
Truth
is our
predestination
Lets stay on track
or become
what we have found out lately
a train wreck
that didnt need to
happen.

If the truth be told...

the saga continues...

hit that motherlode
of truth
the gold vein
that runs through the centre
of our coursed lives

hope it doensnt
end in a collapsed universe
somewhere
folding upon itself
like that train
we want to leave behind
and erase the memories
times unsung
heroes make us wake up
and smell the coffee
brewing
the truth may be in our noses
or right under them!
chiccoreal