3hree

I missed my poem last week, and need one for this week, And I'll be far to the north of computer access, nevermind internet next week. So that's 3 weeks worth of poems, in one post.

so three poems, each poem having three lines, each line having three sylables.

3

Cloudey Day
Sun shines through
Rain may bless

Balance Stone
not alone
resting mind

Walking free
Beside thee
soon loves Tied

so was that a good idea or an artistic cop out. Any way heres some info on three.

In norse mythology the world tree Yggdrasil has three roots One reaches into the underworld Hel another to the world of the Frost-Giants, and the last one to the world of human beings.
3 is also the number of lines in each tri gram that makes up the hexagrams of The I ching (the book of changes). speaking of changes three is also the number of magor changes I've gone through this year. Bought a home, became a father, soon I will become a husband.

Oak, ash, and thorn were called the faery triad of trees. Where they grow together,it is still said that faeries live.
for more in three's here's three websites about three
the symbolism of three in spirituality
Significance of the number 3 in fairy tales
The Book of Threes

the weekend consists of three days So have a good three days. I'm going to go eat one of my main three meals a day.

Lines in our minds

The river divides because it takes time
to cross the river
But you have to cross the river and find your way there
or your way back home
The river divides it's an imagenary line

Imagenary lines
you dont see them- All the time
Only when there drawn on maps
Yet wars are fought and people die
All because of the imagenary lines

No one owns the world were only living here
ought to erase the lines
Would that take away the fear and the hate.
if the lines were not there would everything be great?

Where would we be without the lines?
Would could we still be...
Unifyed

Would we be Canadian, or just people of the one earth
Who's laws would apply, skin colour would it matter
What about place of birth

Would the mountains and the rivers
matter more or less
How would Civilazations, communities, and Cultures Divide
or Survive?

If there were no invisible lines

Are the borders truly only in our minds?

rant revolution no solution

boy do I have a lot to say tonight, the poems will have to wait!

I've been trying to understand what's going on. well tonight I found a tool Listen to the CBC, BBC or any other news read the front page, The sand is red Muddy with the blood but they only tell you what just happened yesterday, the news is too fresh to explain it takes too long to go into the history of what the *(%* is going on in the middle east. So after some internet searching I found some answers .
mid east web Has a lot of answers. it is a website who's purpose it to explain the situation to open it for conversation and understanding with hopes of peace.
it has maps it has essays and articles inteligent and as far as I can tell unbiased. it's well worth checking out but if you want my sumation wrap up of the entire situation in the middle east. It is all about invisible lines. and religious diferences. This relates to the poem I'll post later.

Went to "poet tree" tonight it was more then all right. some realy skilled poets reading open mike at the naked cyber cafe on Jasper ave. I was told it happens once a mounth on a sunday, between 8-10pm though tonight it started at 8:30-8:45 ish and was going strong when I left at 10 to ten. So I wrote tonights poem to read there. Went on my break which is from 8-10 so Ideal in theory but ended up having to leave before I got to read. So next time..next time.

a few other things this one is religious The church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster well wroth a read if you have not heard about it yet.

and At sometime this week I have to write up a rant concerning pedestrians vs bikes vs cars. becasue were all just trying to get somewhere so let's find a compromise and share the road/sidewalk. I'm sick of Bikes not belonging eather place. and cycalists giving us a bad name by not signaling being rude or just plain stupid. Don't blame all cycalists for the actions of the few. not all drivers are blind fools who pass half a foot away and not all pedestrians are deaf slow and rude people who stand in the street yelling at you for not ringing your bell when you just did. but I'll save that rant for another day needless to say we need not judge all by the acts of the many.
that's all for this rant.

PS I will get the pics up that go with last weeks poem one of these days.

meditations on mountain biking

I think I might create a religion
something to keep my soul fresh, clean and close to the earth.
Don't think I'm looking for a stool pigion
for the problems of my planet of birth.

Call it the church of the valley, or maybe singletrack for the soul
the path can be kind of narrow, but it travels all over my world
It has lot's of dirt to keep you grounded
Trees keep you going the right way.
the sun and the moon, the mighty river that divides
find a bridge and get to see the other side.

Don't think I need a prophet, I'm not in it for the cash
Plenty of wise people to learn from so think of them like gears,
Shift up, shift down there's a reason why there words are kept around
click it down into budda, or Dala lama to climb a mighty hill
then switch into Jesus to get you past that killer Thrill.
When your not riding, read good books
Because there's more then one, thats worth taking a look

now on a slightly serious side, remember to enjoy the ride
get out, and get down away from concrete city sound
fill your lungs with clean green air, that's why plant are there.
make sure you stop and look at the view,
wild roses, fresh green leaves, a mist of popler fluff on the side of the road
the way the rocks shine, roots grow and how the river flows.

Think I'll Jump on my bike and go for a ride
If you wanna come with me it'll be a good time
The rest of the crew include some great friends of mine
The creator above, mother earth and father sky,
the chariot Sun, mother moon, the green man, raven and nature my guide.

Some times I'll pay my respects when I'm getting on my way
Smudge some sweetgrass, copel and a little sage
Watch the smoke drift into the sky at the end of the day

One poem a week. Thats the plan, so let us begin. with this. Written last night well I was holding Owen in my arms. It's kind of hard to write with a one month old baby kicking your arm. But my ink is still legable on the page. Once it's on here anyone can read it clearly.

Memories

Memories and Metaphores
Created side by side

Sitting up at night
Holding on to the sun
My Sons mirror eyes
Staring back at me
What does he see

Spilled Champaign apon the floor
Did not ruin Romance
Relax and let the bubbles blossem and Burst
Quench a different thirst

Riding river valley sheltered singletrack
Popler fluff creates
solid mist on the shoulders of the trail
Wild Rubbarb stretches for the suns rays
Each giant leaf Faithfully grasps
The drops of day the trees let through

If only I could bring you with me
If you could see how blessed we be
creating beautiful memories and metaphores.