{poetry.amateur} Heaven

A rainy day,
walking under a red umbrella
Towards a local farmers' market ...

An hour or so passes,
but still no signs
of the market or anything else

Is this a Saturday?
Or time has frozen,
and it's still Friday?
Or any other day?

Still wandering in the rain,
Under a dark red umbrella ...

We arrive at a place
with colourful people
who do silly things
and there are other people
who laugh at those silly things
And we laugh at them all

We have no more time to stay
"We are looking for a market,"
"A market?" she asks and laughs
She looks like Satan's sister
with her bright orange hair
Men eat swords and other shiny things
This must be hell
All are fat and laugh out loud
This must be hell

I wonder, "If this is hell,
heaven might be close then"

We walk and walk and walk
Suddenly, the rain stops
and we arrive at this other place
full of beautiful people
beautiful hard-working people

An old Russian lady who thinks I speak Russian
She sells hand-woven wool attire
She smiles when someone buys
one of her beloved machine-washables
"Cold water," she insists, "and no dryer."
She doesn't smile or laugh
at silly things

One fellow sells everything gold
He smiles when you stop at his shop
He has a golden envelope opener
and a golden nail clipper
and other golden things, which
aren't made from gold unless
you are in heaven

I start to wonder,
"Are we in a market, or
are we in heaven?"

Another lady sells red fruits
She calls them tart cherries
I have looked for tart cherries all over Canada
Some cherries exist everywhere,
but not tart cherries!

Tart cherries, I am sure, exist only in heaven!

We are in heaven!
Heaven's very beautiful
Heaven's very beautiful.

{poetry.amateur} Freedom

In the woods of regret,
I pause, turn, and
look back at my life.
What do I see?
A failed attempt
to find the hidden treasures
of body, mind, and soul

Inhales are deep 'n heavy
Heavier than ever
capturing my body.
Time has come
to free my body.
Two long exhales or three,
Lighter gets my body,
Lighter again and free.

Freedom of body

Bitter sarcasms everyday
freeze my mind.
A frozen mind is not free
Melt it down and float
in the plasma of emptiness,
where all minds are free
from searching for something
no one knows it exists.

Two minutes after, or three
I am not thinking, but floating
and my mind is free.

Freedom of body and mind

A rope is in my hand
Again, I look around
Amongst the trees, the very tall ones
and too far away from everyone
My soul's still searching
This time, searching for hope
Somebody?
Anybody?
Show my soul some hope!
A sign or any other thing
to continue with hope

I still exhale lightly
wihtout thinking
eyes are closed, floating.

The rope's around my soul,
this may look crazy,
but it's the only way
for my soul to be free
From the haunting demons of
my torn pride.

Hesitation I have no more
and I let go

My soul's not a
prisoner of my body
or mind, or both
anymore
My soul's free

Freedom of body, mind,
and freedom of soul

{amateur.poetry} Melt away

I envy the colour green,
That mighty and warm colour green.

Under the piles of white snow,
It's that mighty colour green,

-That makes all the difference-
That wants to be seen.

Winter is arrogant around here
Why are people so jealous and mean

Melt away beautiful white winter
Melt away-
It's time to turn it all green.

Blossoms missing in yer white dress
It's not winter anymore; It's not a wedding.

It's just spring,
and we all want the spring,
to be green, green, and green.

{poetry.amateur} Nonsense verse

Let all the travelers settle,
Let all the old fools think,
Let all the hungry people eat,
Let all the thirsty drink,
Let all the holy wars end now,
Let all the blues be pink,

Let all the white sharks sleep,
Let all the amateur poems shrink,

Let all the old barriers fall,
Let all the innocent blink,
Let all the gravity reverse,
Let all the red roses stink,
Let all the elders live longer,
Let all the blind lovers think.