Tag Archives: poetry

Thinking

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What does an elephant think about

As he stands inside a zoo

What passes through his mind

As he’s looking back at you?

 

What does a pigeon think about

As he soars above the crowds

Perhaps it just a simple thing

As he plays amongst the clouds.

 

A single ant is scurrying

His job it must be done

The others they depend on him

The many and the one.

 

A crow is thinking, I can tell

He cocks his head at me

Is he looking at my lunch

Does he think it’s free?

 

Behind, beside and over there

Are those we do not know

But they have thoughts and feelings

Just like that silly crow

 

What does a person think about

And he looks upon another

Race and colour notwithstanding

Could he be my brother?

 

This crazy world that we call ours

We’re only tenants here

Mind your manners, p’s and q’s

Or next the end is near!

Recipe to Live

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One foot behind

The other in front

Reverse and repeat

Please let me be blunt . . .

 

You are the pilot

In this thing we call real

But work needs to happen

In life that’s the deal . . .

 

It may not be easy

It may not be kind

But wonders are there

If looking you’ll find . . .

 

God gets the credit

For the good in my life

The devil gets the blame

For those moments of strife . . .

 

One foot behind

Now bring it in around

Keep moving forward

To the future you’re bound.

 

Ode to a New Love

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In a room full of people, I knew

That moment I truly was hooked

Together we simply must be

It wasn’t just the way that you looked.

 

Everyone needs a true love

Someone who makes your heart quiver

All through the day and into the night

You make my skin start to shiver.

 

Your breath touches my arm and I smile

You embrace my body at night

Enclose me, protect me

Make everything right.

 

The days we’re together are cool

Even though the heat can be felt

The nights once were unkind

But you have a way and they melt.

 

I wish others could know of this joy

So I have become a petitioner

My summer consort becomes

My love, my air conditioner.

I’m Just Say’n!

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My first time on earth

Was the moment of birth

When my feet hit the ground

I was running!

 

Move on a few years

Through laughter and tears

And I ain’t stopping

For nuthin!

 

They say time catches on

To where I have gone

The ravages will show

Notwithstanding.

 

That’s really just fine

I think it’s a sign

Cuz now I am running

on wheels.

 

Life is for living

And it’s all I am giving

I think I’ll be here

For a while!

I’ve done it again!

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Well, I’ve done it again! I have self published a second book. I am quite proud of it. It has more short stories, more poems and this time I am including my quips. I do love a one-liner! Now here’s the thing. I did not have an enjoyable experience with Amazon. I am sure it was just me not understanding the way things are done. So I have decided to do things my way. Be afraid, be very afraid! Hahaha I am sure I can find a way to screw up this up too but what the hell, let’s give it a try!

If you live in Canada and would like an honest to goodness actual copy of the book just email me at quiall@cogeco.ca. I am on PayPal and the cost is $20.00. If you live elsewhere I also have the book In PDF for $5.00. Just email me. Now if you live in Canada and would prefer a PDF copy, that’s just fine. If you live outside Canada and would really like a hard copy, we’ll talk. Shipping could be expensive.

I love to write but I honestly hate the selling part. I have sold a number of copies and people seem to like it so I am emboldened. I hope you enjoy it! Oh, and number 3 is almost done!

 

quiall@cogeco.ca

Actual book $20.00 CAD and I’ll mail it to you

PDF $5.00 CAD and I’ll email it to you

 

PayPal:   PayPal.Me/PERead

An Original Thought

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I had one today

I’m sure it was true

I thought of a thing

I swear it was new.

 

But wait there’s another

Who thought of it first

I can’t catch a break

I think I am cursed.

 

I just want a single

Never once pondered

A thought all my own

Not to be squandered.

 

Billions of people

All stuck on a ball

Milling together

I’m feeling so small.

 

But you are original

And I am as well

And all of the billions

Our ranks they do swell.

 

So original thought

Is really quite rare

But that doesn’t mean

The attempt shouldn’t dare.

 

Give it a try

Using your brain

And maybe one day

A new thought you will gain!

 

The Building’s Listening

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This building has a story

Of ups and downs and love gone wrong

Of broken dreams and silly pranks

A childhood fondly lived.

But broken windows and sagging doors

Don’t hide another truth,

Illicit deeds and crimes concocted

Guns and knives and bloody wounds

Death has lingered here.

But now the future has a stake

Windows broken can be repaired

The doors and walls and ceilings too

And then the fun begins,

The floors and windows once again

Will hear the children laugh.

Pouring rains and winter storms

Are not welcome here.

Come inside and sit a spell

Our tale is still being written

This building’s taking notes.

 

Little Doors

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There are tales of little doors

And of creatures from the moors.

Fairies, leprechauns and trolls

In their hands their tiny bowls.

 

In dark of night when they do stir

You’ll never see more than a blur.

What’s for dinner? I don’t know.

They are hungry if they show.

 

Tiny heads and tiny feet

Laugh not if by chance you meet.

Stand so still and let them be.

Never fear what you can’t see.

 

Open wide that little door

Magic lives and it wants more.

Freedom such a pretty word

Deep within the heart it stirred.

 

Gently treat the magic folk

They may in you pure joy evoke.

Live together and at peace

And on life a brand new lease.