Poet, Audrey Austin
This site is to honour my mother, poet, Eva Ruby Austin.
Friday, October 9, 2020
Sunday, April 19, 2020
Jurgen's Cake - a poem by Jurgen Braunohler, Elliot Lake
"JURGEN'S CAKE.
Jurgen came from East York.
He moved up here to Elliot Lake.
He had an operation
'Cause he always ate his cake.
He ate the Wurst Things
Of his life with grit
And all the Good Things too.
He didn't know just when to quit:
His appendix like a bomb it blew.
But Jurgen is a bugger.
He gobbled up his Looming Doom!
He gobbled up the road up here
What next do you think
He's going to do?"
Jurgen Braunohler.
Please note, "worst" was misspelled on purpose. Wurst is the German word for sausage. This is my attempt to resist negativism.
Thursday, February 6, 2020
A Birthday Poem for David Brydges by Laura Landers
A Birthday Poem for David Brydges by Laura Landers
Sunday, February 2, 2020
Old Man's Heart - a poem by Chuck Forget
Old Man's Heart
From our first words
A connection of the Divine was present
I was smitten by the words and the grey they conveyed
This old man's heart again felt tinges of a long lost feelings of love.
The journey to this place has been filled with contemplation
He teaches still of a place we can find peace in ourselves
Yet this many times has deserted him
Allowing himself to feel again the passion of another's touch and smile
Laughter and dance abound
This old man's heart is home and well again.
From our first words
A connection of the Divine was present
I was smitten by the words and the grey they conveyed
This old man's heart again felt tinges of a long lost feelings of love.
The journey to this place has been filled with contemplation
He teaches still of a place we can find peace in ourselves
Yet this many times has deserted him
Allowing himself to feel again the passion of another's touch and smile
Laughter and dance abound
This old man's heart is home and well again.
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