One is a lonely number- for a bicycle !

Bicycles in Amsterdam

Bicycles in Amsterdam

Greetings everyone! We have just returned from Amsterdam.

Bicycles are rampant there as the city moves in a seamless ballet of pedestrians, cars and bikes. There is the occasional horn honk or brake screeching, after which the city’s inhabitants glance at each other muttering the word “tourist” under their breath.

 On the Avenue, you might see a couple of bikes chained to a rack, but in Amsterdam there are crowds of bicycles huddled together. They have designated bike lanes, separated from the traffic, making it safer. There are also thousands of kilometers of bike trails running next to the highway in the Netherlands. Bicycle heaven!

One is a lonely number- for a bicycle!

One is a lonely number- for a bicycle!

Amsterdam inspired me to get out my bike and write this poem.

Night rain

water sprays behind my tires

plopping fluid drops

merging together

smelling clean and cool

Serene

lone cyclist with a newly-made sun

lighting my path

this Alberta Avenue morning

 

#Playme

Hello everyone !

We have just returned from an enjoyable holiday in Newfoundland and Nova Scotia.

Walking on the Halifax waterfront, I spotted this piano, which is covered because of fog and drizzle or RDF (rain, drizzle and fog). It reminded me of home and the piano which sits in front of the Carrot Café. Pianos in public spaces for people to play seems to have caught on across the Country.

Queen's Warf, Halifax, Nova Scotia Public Piano

Queen’s Warf,
Halifax, Nova Scotia
Public Piano

Carrot Café Piano 118th Avenue, Edmonton, Alberta

Carrot Café Piano
118th Avenue, Edmonton, Alberta

  

Fingers run up and down the keys

#children run back and forth chasing an ocean wave

notes reach a crescendo, then wane

Fingers run up and down the keys

leaping slowly, like mule-deer dancing through the grain

sound stopping on one clear note held low and long

#liketheprairie

Fingers run up and down the keys

a sprinkle of sound like #Depression dust settling to the ground

only to be whisked high and round

into the throbbing drum of combines cutting wheat

Fingers run up and down the keys

staccato horns blaring, laughter lilting

the smooth sound of #jazzy blues mixing with coffee

Fingers run up and down the keys

pounding, then gently, like velvety water rippling

chromatic gulls drifting

#music

#calling, calling

#Playme

 

#Playme

#Playme

 

Blessed are the Poor in Spirit

I saw this sign as I was walking on Alberta Avenue. It made me think of the beautiful writing of the Beatitudes and inspired me to write this piece.

Blessed are the Poor in Spirit

Blessed are the Poor in Spirit

Blessed are the poor in Spirit

So the good book said

Blessed are the stony benches

Where homeless lay their head

Blessed are the streetwalkers

Who struggle with their clothes

Blessed are the places

Lost cigarettes repose

Blessed are the mothers

With children held too tight

Blessed are the poets

Who gaze into the night

Blessed are the ones who listen

As the church bells knell

Blessed are the spirits

Who look beyond the shell

Blessed are the ones who work

For glad fraternity

Blessed are the poor in spirit

For all eternity.

SKY VIEW

I had a fun time this past week wandering around AVEFEST 2015 on Alberta Avenue. There were parachute games, free food, nail whacking, more free food, water balloons, snakes and ladders, marshmallow creations, stilt walking and did I mention more free food!

Even Tinker Bell made an appearance, so it must have been magical.

And as our emcee often reminded us “It’s all free!”

Great job Aaron and April Au and your team!

There was also kite flying, which inspired this poem.

Just imagine…

Sky View

Sky View

 There is a song you bring to me

A melody of community

Of children laughing, playing fair

Of joy, Of love

From way up there

Tethered by a single thread

You blink and wink and nod your head

As seagulls wonder who you are

This tailed invader from afar

Below

 The circle opens wide

One more child can step inside

You see in this euphoric sight

Abundant community taking flight!

 

 

Forget-Me-Not

On Monday night, June 8, 2015, Edmonton Police Officer Constable Daniel Woodall was killed in the line of duty in Edmonton. He will be forever remembered with love.

 

Blue ribbons trail upon the tender ground

we join our hearts in sad celestial sound                        

to fill a void, so deep, so rare a man

that only tears express what words we can

Blue ribbon adorns a tree on 90th Street, Edmonton

Blue ribbon adorns a tree on 90th Street, Edmonton

he was a Daniel his lions bravely fought

not rose nor sage but our forget-me-not.

Sarah’s Haiku

Living next to Commonwealth Stadium can be interesting at times.

One hears the moans, groans, mutterings and cheers of the Edmonton Eskimo enthusiasts; I have also heard bands such as ACDC and Bon Jovi from my backyard. But last week, we were graced by the voice of Sarah McLachlan as she rehearsed for the opening ceremony for the 2015 FIFA Women’s World Cup Soccer event.  

So, I wrote this haiku.

baby birds under a lilac bush

breathe in your voice

song surfacing

ALSO…

Awesome job Canadian Women ! Canada 1 China 0

Awesome job Canadian Women !
Canada 1
China 0

Rubber Boots and Bow Ties Put a Twinkle in My Eyes

The Alberta Avenue Community League is hosting a garden party!

“Rubber Boots and Bow Ties”

When: Friday, May 29 at 7:30 p.m.

Where: Alberta Avenue Community League (93 St. and 118th Ave.)

http://albertaave.org  for tickets

Digging in the garden

Oh what joy abounds!

Love surrounds, ethereal sounds, waking all around

Setting out my garden gnomes in the brilliant sun

Dancing in the flower bed, what delightful fun!

Birds are singing, bells are ringing, sprinklers all a-spray

I’ll put away my parka—this seems a likely day.

We need a get-together, we need to celebrate

What about a garden party?

Oh, I just can’t wait!

I’ll simply be a vision in rubber boots and such

But I’ll have to find a bow tie,

for the final touch

So, gather with your neighbours and new friends you’ll meet

Join the garden party—                                          

Rubber Boots and Bow Ties- the gnome version

Rubber Boots and Bow Ties- the gnome version

just head off down the street.

 

Tony Two-Timer

FullSizeRender (7)Tony Caterina, the Edmonton city councillor for Ward 7 ( which includes Alberta Avenue ) is running as the Progressive Conservative candidate for Edmonton-Beverly-Clareview. He is still our city councillor, but also a PC candidate for the upcoming provincial election. Obviously, he does not have enough to do as our councillor, if he has time to run provincially. I feel used and betrayed by this move. Well, if his provincial run fails, he can always revert to his backup position as our city councillor. 

 

 I really thought you loved me

I really thought you cared

until you joined the Prentice team

and then my temper flared.

Has my beloved councillor become a PC “star”?

now I can only gaze at him—

on posters from afar.

I thought you were our councillor

someone in whom we trust

now I perceive our covenant

is made of pixie dust.

Oh, Tony, you may rue this day

your promises are air

for you have used us as a step—

a tread upon your stair.

 

Happened, On a Sea Can

Graffiti Art by AJA Louden ( used with permission) 118 Ave& 92 St.

Graffiti Art by AJA Louden ( used with permission) 118 Ave& 92 St.

It wasn’t in the scriptures, or on a kitchen scroll

But written on a sea can discovered on a stroll

A metal canvas painting—four words seen everywhere

“We Believe in 118” began this earnest prayer.

It’s written in graffiti art, it’s sprayed so faithfully

That we believe, don’t be deceived, it shouts in victory!

Graffiti commentary, this mural marking ground

In open air, the people stare, and gather all around

To look, to wish, to ponder  what aerosol proclaims

 “We believe in 118”

Remembering the names, of those who came before us

In whom this dream began “We Believe in 118” to that we say “Amen!”  

Who Turned the Lights Out?

With the closing of the City Centre Airport, building height restrictions are quickly changing in Edmonton’s downtown. This poem reflects my anxiety about what those changes may mean to Alberta Avenue.

Who turned the lights out?

Who turned the lights out?

I used to watch a sunset

It’s vanished over time

Somewhere behind a mountain range

Of brick and girder grime

This ever-growing skyscape

 A lego building prize

I’m left a lone reflection,

 on cookie cutter eyes.

I used to stand rejoicing

My heart filled with the sight

I used to watch a sunset,

‘till they turned out the light.