the river that flows

the river that flows by anelephantcant

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the river that flows

the puddle on the floor is growing larger
the dog moves uncomfortably away
the ladies who dine
still sip at their wine
pretending they have something to say

the alarm on the wall sirens loudly
the poet is roused from his dreams
his brother is there
leaning back in his chair
nothing is quite what it seems

the fire trucks arrive in their hundreds
the firemen are not too amused
they pant fire fire
their voices filled with desire
but their equipment lies once more unused

he sits in the car quite unmoving
he contemplates life feeling pain
he stares at the river
that flows on forever
and prays to no god for some rain

she says that the bed looks seductive
as she slips once more out of her gown
he lies there in fear
as she cuddles near
he wonders just what will go down

and when the inevitable tsunami
washes over his cares in a tide
he knows in his heart
that this is the start
that Canute had always denied

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Happy Birthday, Rabbie

AnElephantCant write poetry like Rabbie
But then of course nobody can
It is almost a crime
To pen this silly rhyme
As a tribute to an exceptional man

Sound Bite Fiction

Robert Burns by Phil Burns

Robert Burns (1759 – 1796)

January 25th is the birthday of Scotland’s National Bard, the much-loved Robert Burns.
So today I would like to pay tribute with some words from Oor Rabbie, who believed that all men were created equal:

Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a’ that,)
That Sense and Worth, o’er a’ the earth,
Shall bear the gree*, an’ a’ that.
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
It’s coming yet for a’ that,
That Man to Man, the world o’er,
Shall brothers be for a’ that.

*bear the gree = come to the fore

But he was also a romantic:

Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chaunt, ye little birds,
And I sae weary, fu’ o’ care.
Ye’ll break my heart, ye warbling…

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imagine by anelephantcant

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the view from the aeroplane window
shows men naked and chained on the floor
they are covered in grime
as the plane banks and climbs
we are not allowed to view any more

the azure seas the golden sands
are fading far below
in our mind’s eye we see the place
we know each one must go

but we sit by indifferent
while the killing still goes on
is not each of these tortured souls
a grieving mother’s son

beside you they’re chatting laughing
gulping canapés with wine
you gaze back through the misting glass
see the sky is softly crying

the island grows yet smaller
but the memories remain
you despise yourself for being one
with the scum inside the plane

our country is still our country
but is it always right
to do the things that must be done
is it still a rightful fight

imagine there’s no country
the poet wisely said
imagine one step further
imagine there’s no dead

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leaving Vancouver blues

vancouver bc by anelephantcant

I wrote this poem five years ago today, as I was leaving Vancouver BC after a very brief visit. It is still one of my favourite pieces of my own work.
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leaving Vancouver blues

he sits silent on the greyhound
as it slowly moves downtown
the past is close behind him
treading on his shoes
his mind is filled with emptiness
leaving vancouver blues

he sits pensive on the greyhound
as it travels south at speed
the past is left behind him
dirt falling from his shoes
his soul crowded with loneliness
leaving vancouver blues

some places leave a mark on you
some people do that too
some places you have never been
some you want to go back to
some people you have never seen
some people that you miss
some people you might think about
your mind will not dismiss

a fleeting thought an untouched hand
no words no might have been
the past is far behind him
like laces from his shoes
his heart is choked with nothingness
leaving vancouver blues

vancouver bc by anelephantcant

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victim by phil burns

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the boys circle the pretty girls
it is always nature’s way
I observe them preening awkwardly
preparing what to say

I see again my friend in bed
I thought I’d recognise him
the illness causes drastic change
his youthfulness surprising

the elephant moves closer to the fence
and with its trunk finesses
her face and hand are gently stroked
by the softest of caresses

the youngster throws a tantrum
marches angrily ahead
the father reacts badly
you are going straight to bed

I grimace now my ribs still sore
from being assaulted by the mail-man
the boys move on selected prey
before their nerves can fail them

the dance of life must never change
it goes on ceaselessly
I drift towards my shadowed lair
before anyone can see me

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where are we

we hold rainbows by anelephantcant

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where are we

so where do you think we are my love
now that nothing is ever what it seems
do we smile share a kiss say goodbye walk away
or do we continue to believe in our dreams

do you really think we can go on as before
do you still feel the buzz and the chemistry
or do I disappoint as I predicted I would
when I promised magic so wrongly and shamelessly

do I let you down by being only me
is there something more I could have done
I realise I am able to drive you insane
I know that you want more than fun

it’s difficult when we lead such different lives
and when we have such divergent aims
but the plan always is to make me see sense
it is time to stop my juvenile games

I want to discover the answers you have
though it is clear that I don’t know the right question
I hoped you might tell me in spite of yourself
I thought for me you would make an exception

the end draws near and that decision awaits
we hold rainbows and dance on moonbeams
do we smile share a kiss say goodbye walk away
or do we continue to believe in our dreams

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wind-enchanted ocean by anelephantcant

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a fleeting smile a tender touch
small deeds that make your breath stop
the tiny things that start a flow
like a perfect fragile raindrop

eyes that sparkle full of joy
a heart that never stumbles
a truth that never deviates
like the waterfall straight tumbles

the strength and trust of your pure soul
the certainty inside
brings me sweet tranquility
like the river deep and wide

you bring this peace to my dark world
with no possible mistake
clothed in the poet’s white samite
like the fog-enshrouded lake

but change happens imperceptibly
you now show more emotion
restless growing turbulent
like the wind-enchanted ocean

love often comes and always goes
sometimes it briefly lingers
your faithless love slipped soft away
like water trickling through numb fingers

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