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Gravells
by David J. Gravells
POEMS WITH A BITE
Copyright 2006 David J. Gravells
Hi Sown Press
6608 Law Drive
Calgary, AB T3E 6A1
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be
reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted
in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical,
photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written
permission of the author and publisher.
DIGITALLY PRINTED BY
ISBN 0-9739590-1-0
Printed in Canada
DEDICATION
I dedicate this book to my family.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS.
Some of the poems have appeared in Greens Magazine.
The Sorrento Scenario. The Poetry Church,
and other publications.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Water Colour Woes ................................................................. 1
Montreal Massacre................................................................... 2
The Long Ago Room............................................................... 3
The Magpie ............................................................................. 5
The Conker Game................................................................... 6
How to Bury Trevor Holmes.................................................... 7
Driving Down The Kicking Horse Pass ................................... 9
Road Rage. ........................................................................... 10
The Launch of the Hector,Pictou, Nova Scotia, Year 2000. ... 11
Long Time Friend.................................................................. 13
My Lord Conrad Black.......................................................... 14
The Holy Elements. Earth,Water, Fire, Air; ........................... 15
Christian Holy Elements ....................................................... 17
Doing the laundry.................................................................. 18
Evacuated from Coventry....................................................... 19
The List of New Gods. .......................................................... 21
Brass Storks. .......................................................................... 23
Fish Tank............................................................................... 24
The Turkey. ........................................................................... 24
The Death of A Cedar Waxwing............................................ 25
Food Bank ............................................................................. 27
A Letter to my ego self. .......................................................... 29
Snowflake. ............................................................................. 30
This is the first poem I composed, which started me believing that I might have
a talent in poetry. This one was dedicated to my wife, who is an artist.
It wasnt long after I started writing poetry that the Poly-Technic massacre
occurred. I felt I had to express my disgust in this poem. Was it in 1992?
Montreal Massacre
Mourners stand by and cry,
families weep, and we all
wring our hands, and feel guilty
for what happened in Montreal.
Could there be no reprieve?
Are we cursed by the sin of Cain?
We ask,
Can it be real,
that fourteen girls were slain
by a man?
No! Not a man, by a youth insane.
We only deceive.
Is it not strange,
this happened in a center of learning?
Where pupils strive for understanding
or are we too naive?
David Gravells
The Long Ago Room is about the kitchen, and common room where I spent so
much time while I was evacuated, during the second world war. It had been the
grooms quarters within the stables compound of a large country manor.
David Gravells
The Magpie
Sing a song of the magpie
an avian aristocrat
who always dresses for dinner
in tails, and a black cravat.
He dines on eggs, which he finds delectable
and unshelled peanuts; his tastes impeccable
nowhere is there a bird more respectable
he will steal from all, to be fair and equitable.
He is a prince in his domain
and regards all others with disdain
especially so with wandering hawks
for whom he renders piercing squawks.
But he loves to sit in trees and discourse
on topics other birds avoid, of course.
This poem is about a national game in the United Kingdom. In the Fall
(Autumn) Horse Chestnut trees are gleaned for their fruit, called Conkers,
which although inedible, provide endless hours of amusement for young boys.
David Gravells