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Selected Poems

by Louis Bertrand Shalako

Copyright © 2012 by Louis Bertrand Shalako

ISBN 978-0-9866871-9-8

This Smashwords Edition published by Shalako Publishing, Sarnia, Ontario.

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The following is a work of original art. Any resemblance to any person living or deceased; or to any places or events, is purely coincidental. Names, places, settings, characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination.


‘Mr. Robot’ originally appeared in Twisted Tongue #16 (UK)

‘Danse’ originally appeared in Danse Macabre’s ‘Morgenblatt,’ (Morning Poetry.)

Some of the poems have appeared on the blog below.


http://badpoetsclub.blogspot.com


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Cedar Branches


The cedar branches flare

Blue resinous smoke

Permeates the air

The licking tongues of flame

Provide a homely glare

The clink of a spoon

The rattle of a cup

My partner tells a joke

Coffee water warms up

Dove

High in the branches above

Sings

His mournful tune

Tree at my back feels good

Raincoat, underneath

Keeps my butt dry like it should

My shoes can come off now

If I dare

But, there’s no one here to care

My face can still feel

The sun, reflecting off the water

I grin in recollection

When we saw them two baby otters

The fish in the pan

Are starting to cook

When I was a small boy

Remember how I shook

Pulled in a big catfish

Rod, little better than a toy

It’ll be evening soon

Even now

The sloping shadows loom

Time to hang up the food

In the meantime

We still have time

Time for another cup of coffee

And watch that family

See-those are mergansers

Paddling silently past

Our camp here

Under the cedar branches



The Call


There is a strange call

Out in the woods tonight

Perhaps you may have heard it

Oh, it’s out there all right

It’s not exactly a hoot

And it ain’t exactly a wail

Doesn’t crash through the brush

Like a coon or a skunk

I heard a little thump near dusk

But I know it wasn’t no quail

There’s a strange kind of hush

Out among the trees tonight

Maybe you can sense it

Oh, it’s out there all right

At the other end of the lake

A loon murmurs, deep and low

There is a splash, ripples ebb and flow

Thin patches of fog, the moon has made them glow

It comes again, that call

My ears they are a-tweakin’

Skin on my neck starts to crawl

Watch, wait and listen, it will come again. That call…



The Pantheon


With thine own eye he is

The brightest, bluest in the sky

Four tiny moons

Accompany he

Jupiter the God of Empire

Zeus, who reigns on Mount Olympus

A telescope will show thee

Many sons and daughters are we

And as we dwell in our shadowy lair

Bathed by the sun, warmed by

Its glare

We often look inward

To a place that is there

And lo, we see

A planet so rare

We wish that we were not Gods

And that we could go down there

The Pantheon of the night is our home

Here we live, distant, cold and alone.



If only…


The stars come out at night

They remind me of your eyes

I see the waves crash against the shore

It reminds me of my lies

I see two birds, hear the call of the loon

Methinks, maybe, I gave up too soon

But this song is about you

Something old, something borrowed, something blue

The sun comes up everyday at dawn

It lights the mist, the dew, the fawn

I see the rain lash the shore

I see the waves crash against the shore

It reminds me of me

It reminds me of you

Something old, something borrowed, something blue

I see two butterflies, and think

Of what could be

If only you hadn’t given up on me.



Haiku # 8


After a brief hiatus

There has been an uptick

Of my surreal angst



What she sees


When you look into my eyes

I wonder just who you see

Your soul fills up the room

And it touches me

You are all that is good

Pure, unsullied, just

You are really something –

Someone I could trust

Someone I could care for

Help my life make sense

Now don’t get all tense

I know who I am

What I look like

Where I came from

And where I’m going

Yes, I could

Fall in love with you

If I could take the risk

For I know that you could hurt me

That might not be so bad

Why tell you this?

I don’t want you to get mad

I don’t want you to do anything

Just go on being you

Knowing there is someone

Someone out there like you

Makes my life a little better

Even if I lose you

Thank you for being who you are



Stuck in a rut


Stuck in a rut, don’t know what to do


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