Friday, April 29, 2016


Missed moments

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Wasted years of ?, one doth lament.
They lay heavy, like shoes of cement.

One, who walks through their days, in constant fret,
wonder what ?, tomorrow they will begin to regret.

One must forget all the above.
Walk through life full of love.

Love, one must, for oneself.
This will take them off the shelf.

A glorious journey will begin.
Adventures galore, to step within.

Jump right into every moment, with both feet.
Sucking all the life out of them, this is the feat.

Life is far too short a journey to take.
Live it to the fullest, for heaven’s sake.

B. J. “A ” 2
April 29th 2016

Monday, April 4, 2016


A Place of Creation

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Telephone City, Wayne Gretzky’s home town, the place of my birth.
Thirty three years, I played, worked and walked this piece of earth.

Given - by Sir Frederick Haldimand, “ Haldimand Proclamation, ” -
to the Iroquois, six miles, each side of the Grand River, the six Nation

Reserve, from its source to its mouth ( 950,000 acres ) 904,000 eradicated,
46,000 acres left for the Mohawk, Cayuga, Onondaga, the rest confiscated.

as the Oneida, Seneca and Tuscarora are left to share this land.
Most taken by many devious means at the white man’s hand.

This is the place I grew up, the place that educated me.
The mean Streets of Brantford, forty years I seldom see.

Three thousand miles, forty two years away.
Life has been, in many ways, lived within a fray.

Home is where the soul, the spirit, the heart is, anyway.
So out here in beautiful B. C., is where I will stay.

B. J. “A” 2
April 4th 2016

Saturday, April 2, 2016


History’s moments

Ghostly shadows, will-o'-the-wisp, St Elmo’s Fire
slip through the cracks of my memories desire
to hang on, they resurface, lying upon a funeral pyre.

For a brief moment, they light up today’s sky,
reflections upon the surface of my inner eye,
before they burnout, dust on the winds, fly.

Memories get bogged down in thoughts quagmire,
creating a stillness, discontinuing what today doth require
to take one past, reach for the stars, climb so much higher.

B. J. “A” 2
April 2nd, 2016