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elias
elias
i have adopted the name "elias" as a special way to share my poetry. it is a way to honour my grandparents john and sophie elias. elias is greek for elijah with qualities of being observant, critical, innovative and positive. john saw the sunshine in people. sophia means wisdom: the wind, the breath, the spirit of god. I learned to see that sunshine and listen to that wind. / / my style is informal, irregular and free form. i favour the 14 lines of the sonnet, and the 5-7-5 syllable rhythms of the haiku. the words seem to find their own relationships. hope some of this speaks to you. / / jock franz mctavish of calgary, canada
tradition is more than yesterday’s stories old photographs and dusty keepsakes it is the remembering of tomorrow it is the nervous acting out of ceremony with candles and words of an ancient story of wonder and light it is the gladsome preparation of the festive foods for the jolbord and the pride of happy hosts it is the gentle noise of children playing the rumbling conversation of friends remembering the tear in a grandparent’s eye it is the leap in our hearts at midwinter’s turn it is the song that ever celebrates life’s wonder
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
remembering tomorrow
in another time and place - another then you planned a dreaming, a pleasing that destiny might weave your lives together for much is required of hope, of intention in another time and place - another now you planned this joy, this sharing that circumstance might weave your living for much is required of love, of commitment in another time and place - another tomorrow you planned your future, your happy story that you might weave your happiness for much is required of respect, of compassion now in this present time and place all is yours to promise and to celebrate
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
now has arrived
love is still    lost in tranquility love is patient    awakening to complexity love is busy    with synchronicity love is a candle’s    light and darkness love is sending an arrow    to vanquish the heart love is the sweet music    found in growing old love is forlorn    and also hope
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
love is
i am (was) a *** ****** and it was rather funny - what happened. you see, i’ve got ms and my feet always hurt. get’s annoying. limits things. sometimes stops things. and from time to time I heard about how *** got rid of pain for folks with ms. but i’ve no idea how to get some. so naturally i ask my kid to get me some. he does. brings me 3 wilted looking cigarettes in a plastic container. i stick ‘em in the freezer. then one saturday afternoon, i’m alone and all caught up and i think - ok, let’s give that **** a try. so i take one and light it up. a bit tricky in itself. keeps going out. well i just keep re-lighting it and ******* hard on it. for i knew what to do. i’d seen how in movies. just **** in the smoke and pretend you’re under water as long as you can. so that’s what i did. over and over. lighting it up again and again. 20 minutes goes by. by now i thought i’d be feeling “high”. nope. just dizzy and getting a sore throat. and then the little cigarette was gone. so i walked into the kitchen for something to drink. rather annoyed. my feet still hurt ****** then the world spun around 20 or so times and i couldn’t move my head a millimeter in any direction or it would spin again. oops. this is awkward. so i take half an hour to get to the phone. phone my other kid and explain how i’m stuck in this one little spot in space-time and can’t move. and i don’t know what to do - does she have any advice? she laughs and comes over and laughs some more. what did you do? well i smoked one of those marijuana cigarettes your brother gave me. and it didn’t help - my feet still hurt! and i can’t move my head! just my eyeballs! a whole one yourself? all at once? well, yeah. and she gives me the orientation training i’d neglected earlier. so i crawled into bed and slept it off like any good drunk. the other 2 are still in their plastic container in the freezer. the container without any instructions. and without warnings. been there a few years now. not too sure i want to try again. kind of reminds me how silly life is sometimes.
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Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 10:44 PM UTC
only one
i am (was) a *** ****** and it was rather funny - what happened. you see, i’ve got ms and my feet always hurt. get’s annoying. limits things. sometimes stops things. and from time to time I heard about how *** got rid of pain for folks with ms. but i’ve no idea how to get some. so naturally i ask my kid to get me some. he does. brings me 3 wilted looking cigarettes in a plastic container. i stick ‘em in the freezer. then one saturday afternoon, i’m alone and all caught up and i think - ok, let’s give that **** a try. so i take one and light it up. a bit tricky in itself. keeps going out. well i just keep re-lighting it and ******* hard on it. for i knew what to do. i’d seen how in movies. just **** in the smoke and pretend you’re under water as long as you can. so that’s what i did. over and over. lighting it up again and again. 20 minutes goes by. by now i thought i’d be feeling “high”. nope. just dizzy and getting a sore throat. and then the little cigarette was gone. so i walked into the kitchen for something to drink. rather annoyed. my feet still hurt ****** then the world spun around 20 or so times and i couldn’t move my head a millimeter in any direction or it would spin again. oops. this is awkward. so i take half an hour to get to the phone. phone my other kid and explain how i’m stuck in this one little spot in space-time and can’t move. and i don’t know what to do - does she have any advice? she laughs and comes over and laughs some more. what did you do? well i smoked one of those marijuana cigarettes your brother gave me. and it didn’t help - my feet still hurt! and i can’t move my head! just my eyeballs! a whole one yourself? all at once? well, yeah. and she gives me the orientation training i’d neglected earlier. so i crawled into bed and slept it off like any good drunk. the other 2 are still in their plastic container in the freezer. the container without any instructions. and without warnings. been there a few years now. not too sure i want to try again. kind of reminds me how silly life is sometimes.
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i miss you and find myself wondering where and how and if you are you are because we are and you are part of we but are you free? i remember how you just hate anything the least bit tainted by the supernatural yet you believe in the good and work for the peace you are relentless about the consequence of a thought. perhaps that's why peaceful buddhists beckoned you across the sea and why you were happy in their place i see you now again in their midst in their bardo - awakening where the sun is always setting and souls are recycled these folk gave you a great gift for bardo is the proper in-between to finally unwrap your sadness and be pleased with all you are but you were christian first and still and have chased jesus all your life you've met him often in his varying disguise and so encouraged, uplifted us i remember your lessons your direct manner the joy above your sorrow the hope above your hurt you always left a warm space after you have left it again with us.
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
bardo
we were: managing chaos working well seeking excellence we are: managing opportunities working wisely developing excellence we will: be managing programs be working wonders be excellent our new consensus confidently directed our new perspective discovering excellence
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 11:49 PM UTC
new directions
i came to you and you welcomed me. i was with you only for a while and you understood. i gave you all i had and you loved me more. when i was happy you laughed with me. when i was sad you encouraged me. when i was curious you delighted me. then came cancer and you were astounded. then came doctors and you interceded for me. then came knives and needles and you stayed with me. i loved the water and you brought me dolphins. i loved the blue sky and you coloured it with butterflies. i loved you and you filled my final days with joy. always remember our days together. and, i really liked the balloons and bagpipes.
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 11:47 PM UTC
for a while
you wonder if your days were well spent you now challenge your own decisions you regret what seems in retrospect, too little you have helped make the world grow kinder you have taught tolerance, compassion and duty you have shown that faith requires integrity i learned from your teaching, and your example i see your attentions in each of my intentions i am steady because of your ever present love ever we live between yesterday and tomorrow ever do the generations send forth their dreams ever will kith and kin, extend those gifts in turn may your many past days bring you satisfaction may your many future days bring you challenge
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 11:44 PM UTC
no regrets
celtic mystics found "thin places" between the worlds where insight and rescue live each of us pass near such places when hearts hurt, when needs are great when that thin place opens a wee while then we remember we are not alone are given life again, are healed are overflowingly filled with light sometimes it is the air that is thin in such thin air others reach to touch us again with love so promises are kept so hope is shared
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 11:42 PM UTC
thin air
the clamouring noise of our times hides the holy - disables our noticing yet there are off-beats of time we can attend the clamouring noise of our minds consumes our attention - distracts our soul yet systolic beats of thought name our noticings between the memes of our times are counter balancing sensibilities to pause our conviction - to open our hearts between the memes of our minds are roots of tradition and wisdom to complete and challenge our understanding so to extend our fervent hopes to good purpose so to embrace the silence - and find blessing
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 11:36 PM UTC
credo 6 - silence