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- Tell us about yourself
- i have been exploring verse for many years and this year i have been fortunate enough to have my first book of poetry published
"From the Heights to Enchanted Places" and it is now avaliable on Amazon
- Your primary Website:
- http://canadianpoet2.blogspot.com
John Rice's Blog
A Time of for Never Green
Fingers of towering, spruce, fir and pine
Stretched high, eager to receive heaven’s light
And when bright spring was new born
Mountain sides burst forth
In abundant, myriad coloured blooms
Vast meadows were planted everywhere
For all who cared to view
Filled with grass and berry bush
That well past knee high grew
Teeming with abundant, dainty life
Almost too small for naked eye to see
Our world was once upon a time
A place that was forever green
An Eden’s… Continue
Posted on August 5, 2009 at 11:15am —
A Beggar in the Canyons of Time
In the canyons of time
A soldier without a fortune
A dreamer who never dreams
I’m a singer of songs
A poet in my own mind
A poet in my own time
When the clock ticks
Far past my knowing
I wonder if I am being
Perhaps I am no more
Than small blink
An even smaller wink
In someone’s imagination
I’m a clown without a throne
A king without a queen of my own
A sailor on a ship without sails
A captain without a crew
Minute hands hold my fate
As the second hand inches away
The day bre… Continue
Posted on July 14, 2009 at 9:01am —
Red and Grey Cobblestones
From flowering crab apple trees
Ruffled by the summer wind
Dance on red and grey
Well worn cobblestones
A street troubadour plays for pennies
On an old broken down guitar
He sings of lost love and heartbreak
To all who pass him by
The weight of the new day
Did grow heavy upon me
The weight of the world
Is a burden in my mind
The smiles of those that I meet
On the busy city street
Bring a brightness to my soul
And I listen to life around me
The streets are awash w… Continue
Posted on July 14, 2009 at 8:59am —
Looking Glass of War
into the looking glass
of war.
And looking
back at me
through the misty eyes
of time,
the demented, decimated
faces of the dead.
Old soldiers,
who surrendered
their last breath,
on bloody battle fields,
so many
years before.
I looked through
the looking glass
of war,
into distant
fields of green.
Into the eyes
of the young.
Young soldiers
waiting,
waiting for the call.
Do they think?
Do they dream?
Dream of
some distant glory?
Do they believe,
that a bullet
could ever
wear the… Continue
Posted on July 14, 2009 at 8:57am —
The time of Desolation is upon us
To chase the dragons from the sky
No noble men to sit upon a throne
All that’s ever been good and holy
Has turned to black powder smoke
And been scattered by the blowing of the wind
Candlelight can no longer pierce the darkness
Like it was always meant to do
And beckon the last weary soldier home
It doesn’t really matter anyway
Because all he’d find when he got there
Are bloody fields, filled with the dead and dying
The waking sun hides his face
Among… Continue
Posted on July 3, 2009 at 12:05pm —
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