Everyone it seemed had his way with her.

She had been passed around, treated like a toy found.

Each boy in turn promised love, and to be a true friend,

But once her body was given, romance came to an end.

Soon another, would step up to the plate

And promise his love, in return, for the key to her gate.

Pure lust it was that they wanted quenched.

Lying no more and no less, than to guarantee their success.

She was unable to see, the game they were playing,

Heard not the words, both shallow and betraying.

For her only wish was to be loved whole and true

But one after the other, they just bid her adieu.

She came to my life on one party evening

To the converted coop, the home of my peer group.

The gang was enjoying the sweet nectar of grape

They sang screaming so loud I needed a break.

So I slipped outside, looking to the heavens and stars

Thinking of the painter, was it van Gogh or Renoir?

I heard the leaves of the trees applauding the distant chorus,

When she stepped into the light, from the darkness of night.

Her face light up my view with a smile broad and warm,

And the dress she was wearing showed true her fine form.

I then noticed her eyes, such a deep emerald green,

And there was a hint of lilac scent, both sensuous and clean.

We walked for a while before silence brought us to the end.

She told me that she needed a friend as her heart was on the mend.

Her latest love cast her aside these last two nights;

He had already tired of her womanly delights.

There were tears on her face when the sad story was told,

Then she asked me again to stay, she needed someone to hold.<b

Moving close to my body her warmth touched me so.

I was kissed passionately on my lips, while her hands held my hips.

It wasn’t too long before in throws of desire,

Making mad and enjoyable love to the background choir.

My youth and experience to her, became clear as a bell

Our coupling was quick but she whispered, she’d not tell

She left me there as fast as she came.

I wanted to love her some more, but she’d had already gone through the door.

I followed her into the room of song

But it wasn’t long after I saw she was gone.

I couldn’t let this moment go by without words or thoughts

It tightened my insides, left me feeling distraught.

I was now a member of the circle that enjoyed her gifts

But I was unlike the rest of the gang, I suffered real pang.

Something inside my heart, told me that I was no more

The young man whom had stood, alone by the door.

I was now a man of the world, someone who knew about life

And I realized right then she would soon be my wife.

Now forty-three years have gone by ever so fast,

The girl who came to me that night has never been surpassed.

We married soon after, raised our family of four

In a house full of laughter, who could ask for more?

Yesterday I put her to rest with tears in my eyes

My heart heavy with grief, as I said my goodbyes.

My life with this girl was special for sure

All those years our love had truly endured.

That night when I looked at the moon and the stars

Thinking of artists van Gogh and Renoir.

She stepped into my life and stole my heart.

From that moment on we were never apart.

A battle gruesome

I fought this day

In a harsh rugged land, far away

Amidst the chaos

The contest grew quiet.

I lay down to rest and dream of home

Speaking with mom, kissing my bride

Walking with dad, washing my car

Cutting the grass beneath blue clear skies

Grilling some ribs, drinking cold beer

Laughing with family, dining with wine

Holding my child, visiting friends

Wearing clean clothes, a suit so fine.

But alas.

The conflict of battle, for me, is over

Dust and sand settles upon my face

The heat of the day grows cool in a way

The warm ochre walls turn a pale cold gray

The mountains give way to distant darkness

A tree reaches high towards the sky

Grasses bend and birds fly

My friends, towards me race

Telling me not to go

I smile at them and shake their hands

I close my eyes and thank them so

I found peace today, my body quiet

It floats on eight and flies by night

I am going home, others at my side

We will travel that highway

For all to wave

As we pass by

Arriving home to the pipes

Singing a lullaby

And biding farewell to all who cry

Yes

My battle of glory was fought this day

I died believing that I died for peace

I am not alone with this thought

I am sure.

Many others say it’s so

Many others say it’s so

For

Cpl Nicholas Raymond Beauchamp

And

Pte Michel Levesque

Les Héros du Canada

17 November 2008

I awoke this morning to a real surprise.

For when I looked in the mirror I was in disguise.

The face looking back was not the one of my youth.

It was the one of maturity, which I dressed with lies.

Only now the mask hid not that truth.

An old man was my reflection, my eyes red with sty.

Gone, the strength from the body that carried me through time.

My torso now bent and stooped, with a crooked spine.

My youth is gone to where I know not

The corpus left abandoned, my hands in a knot

It was time gone by I danced and sang and played the part

Now my pills of yesterday wait where I forgot

The blue for my blood, the red is for my heart.

And the purple one, I am sure, won’t do a lot.

The youth that I knew would live without and be just fine.

But I must now take them all to ensure a day benign.

Perhaps I will return to my room and go back to bed.

Where, on the soft pillow, I will lay my head.

I will dream of the days of wild and playful times.

To awaken in an hour or so and to the mirror I will tread.

Check my face to see if age has carved more lines.

I am sure I will find a face of youth, in my stead.

But alas I will be too tired to crawl out from my warm nest.

So I will stay a while longer and await eternal rest

Hope is in all our hearts to find eternal bliss.

We want to hold close a warm body to add to our fuel.

Enjoy intelligent conversation with a hug and a kiss

Along with bacon and eggs, toast, coffee, and our morning gruel.

Last night I opened my eyes and looked at the nape of your neck.

Followed the supple line of your spine.

And thought about our passion and our need for true love.

How we reached for each other with our torsos entwined.

I moved closer seeking the warmth of your body.

My knee nestled behind your thighs.

I became alive, my manhood erect.

I caressed your body with me eager eyes.

I came closer and rested my head against your back.

My belly felt the roundness of smooth.

I listened to your heartbeat a full sound of life.

As I thrust forward you began to move.

I closed my eyes and floated into your passion.

My body trembled and I bit the air.

My needs became my guide.

You held me close and said,”there, there”;

Then drifting back into the abyss of sleep.

I dreamt of you, my dear sweet precious jewel.

Not to mention our morning meal of bacon and eggs.

Toast and coffee and of course my bowl of gruel.

I sit here quietly looking out from within.

The air is soft, a whisper of wind.

A babbling brook is singing a song.

The gander and his wife, trooping along,

Wandering past my secret place, a place built strong.

A wild turkey stops in his tracks,

It looks at me, only to turn, and walk back,

To be replaced by the hens from the hay,

Who cackle and chatter, in a tongue so gay.

Unaware of the secret place where I lay.

The babbling brook, still singing without end.

It runs straight by and turns right at the bend.

Runs deep into the reeds and out of sight.

As the sun hides behind the mountains might.

And the day turns dark and marries the night.

I am still at rest, looking out from within

Terrance Frank Lazaroff, CD

China 2003

I walk in peace and run in war

Sleeping the night and working the day

Seeking places too far to see

Looking for paradise to play

Where I am going and what I am going to be

Is insignificant you see

I must still find out what is behind that door

Following the herd of men

I hope life will give the gift to me

That will allow me to rise

The see the clouds and to ride the tides

Reach beyond the reach, teetering on the edge

Taking what is too far to touch

Holding close what I have gained

Following my dream and holding my thought

I grasp tight to my carpet

As it takes flight

My destination far and away

I cannot see you clear

But there you are

I know it is

So I go forth without fear

Through wind and storm

And days on end

Looking for the gift special rare indeed

The few real joys far and true

The reward I seek is a treasure trove

 The gift is special much like the morning dew

The gift my dear, is you

Taking the crooked road to love,

Is such a long way around.

I have traveled that road day and night,

Your abode, I have not yet found.

I know that you are in love with me.

So why should I go to you and plea?

It is the thought of you, in heated embrace.

That encourages, me to do so, indeed.

So I will go to you on bended knee,

And dress you in golden gowns.

In exchange for the sweet honey you give,

I will gladly surrender my crown

Your delicate voice and beautiful face,

Fills my loins with lust and my heart with need.

It causes me to run to my stables,

And ride to you fast, upon my trusty steed.

If I stay here and do nothing,

My life will go to the ground.

So I will fly to your quarters and hide my face,

In the folds of your sweet smelling down.

Opening your robes to the beauty inside,

I will inhale your flower’s bouquet.

I will pledge that I will give you all of my affection,

And love you in every way.

I was told that you were a temptress,

That you would seek to ensure my demise.

They said you should be purged of sin,

And sent to far lands for others to despise.

I heeded them not, and to your rooms I rushed,

Last night, for an evening spin.

When the digger straight to my heart was let loose,

By a hand that was hidden within.

We had laughed and danced and turned me about,

Filling my head with dizzy play.

I find it hard to believe that you, a creature of innocence.

Would take my life this day.

My friends will carry my empty sad shell,

To the lonely place of stones.

Where I will lie without your beauty at my side,

With my flesh rotting off my bones.

Where I will no longer feel your hot lips on my chest,

And your fingers caressing my breast.

My entourage will talk of me in the past,

As they carry my body from your sweet smelling nest.

They will place me deep; food for the worms,

Midst their cries and moans.

But nevertheless they will work up sweat,

Shoveling dirt to cover the cave, that will become my new home.

My advices to you my dear,

As you lay comfortable beside your new Knight.

Remember sure that you were the one,

That came to me all dressed in white.

It was you, who captured my love,

Then sold my breath to the wind.

Your turn now to trust the new man in your bed,

To quench the evening din.

You alone must find true loves grace,

This task will keep you from deep sleep every night.

For the man you choose, may with dagger in hand,

Take your soul and your love in spite

I move closer.

Embrace the wheel between my thighs.

Press hard the clay and watch it rise.

Into the strength, that phallic form,

The clay, it spins, I watch it hypnotise.

It goes to centre.

Away again.

Teasing and teasing,

And I press for more.

Up it rises a third time now.

I feel the joy.

This form is mine, the one,

I caress and stroke is fine.

Feeding my desire.

I press it down and out of life.

Again, I move closer to my wheel.

Press hard the clay and watch it rise.

A Beach in France 

I run towards death this day.

Fear, screams of pain,

And mangled bodies,

They will not block my way.

I steel my heart against the terror,

And turn my back against the horror.

Death is not my fear.

It is the life of my comrades that I hold dear.

I charge my enemy.

His artillery flashes,

His guns pierce the air,

Courage is my academy.

My weapon, I must point at man,

And spread his blood upon this sand.

Charging the beach, I am losing my breath.

I must reach the wall, or face my death.

My men fall dead at my feet.

Fountains of flesh fill the sky,

And the eighty-eights,

Keep the beat.

Bunkers to my left, spew hell on earth.

This run will not be over, until I prove my worth.

The hill in front with tall wavy grass,

I climb it first, I cannot be last.

We must rid this place of Satan’s sting.

So violent,

He will cut us down,

And force us to kiss his ring.

Not I,

Is my response,

For the fear death,

I will not ensconce.

I call for my cannons,

Place my mortars.

The enemy cries out,

To give no quarter.

The man with the purple stole came by to speak with me.

You are a brave,

And courageous man,

Who through adversity,

Stood and fought

Hold true to your belief,

And for your brothers departed, do not grieve.

You too, will soon be in the light.

This battle will no longer be your fight.

My body, cold, was found the morning after.

I had reached the sand, next to the trees of steel.

It was there,

I made my stand.

I gave my all, but was stopped.

By an arrow of chance,

At the water’s edge,

On a beach in France.

I lost a friend today.

Not that she was that close to me.

Nevertheless, she wore the same colours as I.

She went off to battle so others could be free.

She had a smile that would melt the coldest heart

But the beast did not see this face.

Life’s value to him, he does not care

He hid his death with out remorse

He planed her demise and returned to his lair.

With bombs hid unseen he hides and departs.

He claims he does so in some God’s name.

This creature with hairy face smiles and shakes her hand.

Then walks away to do his deed.

Sets his trap under the brown loose sand

He cares not, about improving life

This animal has no feelings

His goal is to control the daily toil.

Following some hideous theology, a real shame

His country’s future he wishes to spoil.

So the he can abuse, beat and even kill his wife.

If his daughter, pleases him not.

He will beat his chest

And kill her fast.

Not realizing that with a daughter, he is blessed.

He will cut her throat with a dull rusty knife.

Well, she is gone but not forgotten.

She will join the list of fallen brave

Her name will be written into the history of time.

Travelling the highway of Heroes, all will wave

She has given the ultimate sacrifice, her life.

This is dedicated to Trooper Karine Blais

of the

Royal 22nd Regiment Killed in Action, in Afghanistan.