A SUNSET

         

a sunset,

beautiful and warm

clearing clouds for the moon   

making the kids all to yawn

a sunset,

warmth like a mother's smile

and mild like a father's eye

leaving with peace in our hearts

a sunset,

time for the textbooks to close

time to say 'adios'

waiting for its next return

i stuck my poems in front of the washroom seats on the door inside 

and it looked pretty good although it's not clear on the picture i did 9 of these.

this is one of the other washrooms i stuck my poem but it was on the wall in front of the seat.... 

i found a pin board on the way to old barn and i pinned my poem there 

i dropped a copy at the front desk of old barn and also at the UBC union center front desk, i felt challenged on this one cause i just put in on their deck for them to see(didnt ask)

this water fountain was at ubc union building and i stuck one there.

i stuck couple of my poems at the bike stands.

i stuck one on the tree in front of a bus stop and i moved away and started waiting for the bus, and after a while a lady read my poem. EXCITING!!!

i stuck on at the bus stop, you can read it clearly but not on the picture here

this one also at the bus stop you cant miss some odd paper hanging fro m that guy's hand, sorta...

                   

the voice that yelled at me!!!

your voice sounds like a thousand seagulls screaming at the beach
a thousand warning sirens keep on beeping
a thousand red fox screaming all at once
a thousand fork scraping on plates
a thousand squeaking Styrofoam
a thousand nails on a chalkboard
a thousand cicadas screaming
a thousand crickets rattling at night
a thousand mechanic tools rattling
a thousand glass plates breaking
a thousand swords across bodies making a sloshing noise 
a thousand untuned violins playing
a thousand doors and windows banging  
a thousand steel plates rubbed against sand
a thousand coins in a steel box being shaken
like someone scratching on an unglazed ceramics plate 
like the voice that yelled at me while i was watching the television  ignoring his choice of channel

A MOTHER'S LOVING EYE.....

so much depends
 upon

a mother's loving
 eye

giving out rays
 of compassion

filling me with 
warmth