Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Sleepers awake! Sleep leads to destruction
Of society, civilization.
What's its essence: ethics, capitalism
Global free trade, fiscal socialism?
Early birds get the worm. Life is action!

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Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Around the globe, people of all nations
Depend for transport on gas power'd engines.
The oil companies are not in a cabal.
Our emptied wallets they want; that is all.
The transaction's cancelled. Insufficient funds.

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"Nancy! A wolf's around every corner!"
Her mother, wistfully, tried to warn her.
"Mum I, too, would like a German dragoon!
You can't have all the fun! a sordid boon!"
A Wolf of her own, single Nan's dream--er!

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Saturday, April 28, 2007
There was a husband Ev'rett who inquired
Of Edith, his wife. In their RAV, he desired
A trip out west on roads quite contorted.
On one condition, she then retorted,
"Come home before YOUR warranty's expired!"

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Friday, April 27, 2007
I, too, once drove through a bright rainbow base.
With a Swede, my friend, I hadn’t seen his face
For seventeen years. We kept in touch through mail.
Christmas and Easter, sporadic with some fail.
And the years vanished quickly, without trace.

Then one year at my door, arrived Lars, this friend.
We drove to Jasper for a long weekend.
Four nights in the mountains, we hiked the whole way.
At breakfast ate omelettes that lasted all day,
An unhealthy way to eat without end.

Then one pourin' rain even, the year’s short night,
Lightning shot cross the highway. What a flight!
From Jasper to Edmonton, a gal was singin’
A heart-torn tune, Bob James’ “Storm Warnin.’”
It caused us to take note and take delight!

The wipers slapping, the downpour astral;
Overhead right in front astronomical,
Charged with ions, unleashed electricity.
Stars fused broke forth, we faced eternity.
If we survived to our God we'd be thrall.

Up ahead we could not believe our eyes
Storm clouds recoiling there in the dark skies,
A shaft of light, divine toward us drew
The rainbow’s end, its colours we drove through.
What a thing to wow, two middle-aged guys.

A pot of gold certainly we did find
A life memory remains in the mind.
Many years after, we recall this yet.
My friend and I this trip, we can’t forget.
A thirst for God in our two hearts designed.

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Wednesday, April 25, 2007
There's a new planet for suburban liv'n.
At twentyfive light years, you're flow'n not driv'n.
The speed's incredible, thousands of Gee's.
Remove watches, empty all pockets please!
It's cold commut'n; you're crygenically frizzen!