Life is no casino

Unlike a casino visit

That can be repeated time and again,

A casino life isn’t

Once spent, what then?


You leave behind memories

Of what once was;

Honesty or mysteries

Does it matter? For me, it does!


Reach out to each other

Whenever you can;

Friend, sibling or mother,

Make it a plan.


We aren’t here forever

Can be gone in a blink;

It’s now or never

  Don’t let your boat sink!






His hairy legs remained a foot apart

Her body lay half nude

His darkened eyes drifted now and then

This experience was very new. 


In her mind she heard a call:

Be wary of this man

You’re in a place you should not be

Get out as soon as you can.


She saw one hand and felt one too

His knees pressed between her thighs

Her life flashed before her eyes

She prayed and said her good-byes.


With bloodshot eyes and quivering lips

Rage echoed through her mouth

Her face glowed with bitter stress

As somehow she rolled her body out.


She quickly leaped to the front door

Unlocked the bolt with trembling ease

He sat there stunned alone again

And fell down to his knees.


The wretched man then stood up tall

As she made her quick escape

She bolted down the common hall

Turned and shouted Rape!


People came from all around

Doors were opened wide

The man was beaten black and blue

She wondered if he’d died.


He lay there bleeding all alone

Looking worried and very scared

She turned away to face the day

Glad that people cared.


The Ivy Sea

Growing and growing,  


up and down the rock hill  


Finding a way, with a very strong will.  


Branching and reaching,  


to heights once unknown  


Defying the odds, moving all on her own.  


Tenacious and careful,  


determined to spread   


Confidence and vision, 


while passing the bread.  


She climbs to the mountains  


and down to the ground   


Impresses many people 


and lives safe and sound.  


Ivy Sea, Ivy Sea,  


like a fountain of wealth  


Worthy of much happiness 


and years of good health.


I wrote this poem in honour of Iona V. Campagnolo, former Lieutenant Governor of BC, also a former Federal Liberal Cabinet Minister under the Trudeau Administration. Her initials are IVC [thus Ivy Sea], and her life branched out much like that of the Ivy plant.


Rosius Sindi


This rosebush, like Sindi, is looking ahead,


While she remains strong in her bed; 


The petals and marrow are almost ready to bloom,


As she looks forward to being back soon!


This poem was written to honour my incredible friend, Sindi Hawkins, just before her first bone marrow transplant; I planted a rose bush for her in my Maple Ridge yard. She lost her battle with cancer in September 2010. The rose bush has since died too but Sindi's spirit stays with me always.



My lifestyle so structured

Behaviour sequenced

Take away one sign post

And I become very tense.


When the pattern is broken

And my mind sits on hold

An other’s intervention

Leaves me out in the cold.


Striving for independence

In a world so confused

Can be a struggle, a challenge

Some win and others lose.