White
I feel so cold and lonely,
I feel like I am living in an igloo.
Everything is as white as can be.
But I am feeling blue.
Eating Sushi.
I will eat snow and ice fish.
I feel I am at the North Pole.
At the North Pole with a long journey ahead.
I must walk South.
Warming with each step.
A long voyage from the Pole to Southern Ontario.
And when I arrive I am warm inside.
Finallly I am, warm inside.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour and Peter Timusk 2000.
A Cold Month
A vase, a bouquet of flowers,
Cold January,
That's about all you'll see of flowers,
Since there are none outside.
As many flowers as there are in the house.
Feels like spending spring and summer indoors.
Time and Time again.
Happy Birthday.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 2000.
Sitting Outside the Hospital
The squirrel watches the sunset,
In the park.
He hears a dog bark.
The seagulls wander about watching the sun go down.
Isn't the changing of day to night peaceful?
You can sit on the grass.
The last fifteen minutes are the most beautiful.
The sky is always beautiful,
When seen from all forms of life.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 2000.
Flowers
If love were scented colours,
from beginning to no end,
which colour is the truest,
which shade of the bouquet?
Is blood thicker?
Romeo and Juliet?
What about unconditional love?
Has it limits?
Or does it have no end?
Love seems to grow.
It is sunny and it is a garden.
It is compassionate.
It hurts, tears of sorrow,
tears of joy.
It is flowers, that will never die.
It is never having to lie.
I hear a loving sigh.
I will now say goodbye,
Because I feel high.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 2000.
A Rose for Jesus
A single rose,
in a field,
where?
Somewhere in a field.
Stands a lone rose.
If this rose could be found,
maybe something good would happen.
Finding it could be the eye of the needle.
Because a single rose,
growing alone,
in a field,
could grow through and bloom,
to be symbolic of Jesus.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 2000.
Great Pink Salmon
Great pink salmon,
you aim so high.
A wall of tumbling rapids,
you swim towards the sky.
To tire is to waste,
your special precious time.
On you splash,
in eager pursuit to climb.
Lusting energy,
racing with the time,
who thought you blessed fish,
fight with might each day,
to achieve higher levels,
when what we do is pray.
Now you have reached your sanctuary.
Well deserved I am sure.
Heavenly waters are there to care for you,
and to calm you on this higher shore.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1989.
Bird
Bird,
Mind that flys.
This poem was given to me by an Angel
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1997.
Both sides
Can you make two fists with you hands?
Do you see how your right fist is nicer than your left fist?
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 1997.
Blue Sky
If love is as blue as the sky,
You or I will never die.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 2000.
Pouring Sun
Let me feel the sun.
See it and feel it,
In all it's glory.
Let it pour down on me,
My head, shoulders and the rest of me.
Makes me bright!
Shades my skin,
Because the sun goes deep.
It wakes up my eyes,
Sunrise.
Copyright Jennifer Arbour 2000.
These poems copyright to Jennifer Arbour @1997-2000 under Canadian
and International Law.
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