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THE QUILL

(ROGER C. WORLEY) Published - Stand A Alone, Scroll Artist Magazine .. E_Zine - Twice winner at PoetryDownUnder - Twice winner at Point of life - Twice winner at Poetic Links

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7 PM. Till 10 PM.
© The Quill 2004

From nine AM. till four PM She was an instructor Requiring you cross every "T" and dot every "i". Few ever knew, however, That from 7 PM. Till 10 PM As a tutor, she was above any reproach. Demanded soft, slow, preciseness. Reminding one, many times That she, also held a PHD... in love. WHEN ELEPHANTS TURN BUSH © The Quill 2004
Now and again Elephants turn rouge Demonstrating paranoid behavior By lashing out At all whom Prevent them from Appropriating all they Mandate as their’s. Regardless the fact All belongs to Those who placed Them in service. Only in India Do they have The solution for Terminating bush behavior. Elimination of all effected From the pack. In America the solution for intemperance, Dysfunctional characteristics, is the almighty VOTE! Bearing in mind One bush Elephant Can infected the Whole damn herd. GETTING LEI’D © The Quill 2004
I did not expect it A surprise... She appear before me adorable tanned arms outstretched Elongate dark hair fluttering from a pacific breeze. Wearing very little other than a cute pink smile. Wrapping her appendages about my neck she kissed me on the right check. While pressing her denomination so gingerly against mine kissing me once again. I was in shock. Sweat commenced falling from my face... my eyes were locked on her like super glue. It was not until she had performed the same bodily movements on all who stepped off the mainland jet that I figured out she Lei’d everyone.... LIVE AND LEARN © The Quill 2004
Once, not so long ago, Bub-Ba was young and brave; but, as he grew older his attitude changed after discovering a truth. Cars and trucks bite back when attacked by four-legged entities. So he now lays on the porch awaiting the passing of the neighbors calico cat.

RICHARD VALLANCE

About Richard Vallance.

  Born in Guelph, Ontario, Canada, March 11th., 1945, Richard Vallance, H.B.A., M.L.S, is fluently bilingual in English and French, and reads Spanish and Italian, ancient Greek and Latin well.  He wrote his first major poem at the age of 18, in 1963.  For years, Richard wrote mainly in the field of Library and Information Science. At Chicago, in October, 1983, he won the $1,000 Data Courier Award for Excellence in Online Published Papers.

Poetry:

Richard has composed over 2,500 poems.  In 1998, he published his first full book of poetry, A Quilt of Sonnets: Forty Four Familiar Poems, Ottawa: Providence Road Press, © 1998. 56 pp. ISBN 1-896243-07-x.  In February, 2001, Richard founded his first poetry discussion group, Describe Adonis, for sonneteers. All of Richard's poetry groups have now been transferred to Smartgroups (UK), under the banner The New Pleiades = la nouvelle Pléiade.

Richard's world class poetry page is Poesie’s laissez-faire Faire Foire, which showcases over 40 poets worldwide.  PLFFF features sonnets, haiku, contemporary and historical poetry, and grants the monthly Prix laissez-faire Faire Foire Award . PLFFF is a member of Phenomenal Men of The Web: Arts & Humanities.

Richard is the Editor of 3 Canadian poetry E-Zines, accessible here, Poetry Journals.  Since September, 2001, Richard has been the poetry reviewer for Poetry Life and Times, which features the monthly Vallance Review. He is also regular contributor to the same E-Zine. Richard is also often featured with the U.S. Amerindian E-Zine, Autumn Leaves and in the US print poetry journal, The Neovictorian/Cochlea (Madison, Wisconsin).

CD-ROM Books:

1. 10 of Richard's poems were included in Millennium Dawn, Kedco Studios Press, Las Vegas, NV, © 2002 ISBN 1-878431-38-2.
2. Richard’s CD-ROM book, Canadian Spirit Voices, Kedco Studios, Las Vegas, NV © 2003, ISBN 1-878431-44-7, some 500 pp. long, contains over 130 of his poems, almost 300 haiku, 32 translations of poetry in ancient Greek, Latin, Italian, German and French into English poems by the author, a novella, DENIZEN, and the 100 + pp. essay, "The Historical Evolution of the Sonnet".
3. Richard is the co-author of Canadian Spirit Photos, Kedco Studios © 2004, ISBN 1-878431-48-X, along with Colette & Louis-Dominique Genest.  This book contains over 2,000 photos.
4. He is to co-editor, along with Tyler Joseph Wiseman of the USA, of The New Pleiades Anthology of Poetry = le Florilège de la nouvelle Pléiade, Kedco Studios, ISBN ISBN 1-878431-52-8 to be published in 2005.
5. He is co-editor with Sondra Ball of the USA, of The Human Face = le Visage humain, Kedco Studios, ISBN ISBN 1-878431-52-X, also to be published in 2005.

CONTACT:  Richard Vallance (Coolgoose.ca)

Les Dunes de Bouctouche (au Nouveau Brunswick)
© par Richard Vallance, le 3 octobre 2004

Le pavillon du ciel, qui éclabousse la mer et la marée avancée à la passerelle, et les pluviers épars aux abords de la plage mise en émoi, est-ce un paysage en querelle ? Ou n'est-ce rien qu'un rêve éveillé d'un quidam errant au large, à qui l'apparition subite de ce paysage aurait l'atout d'un choc à l'âme émerveillée à la nature toujours en fuite ? Errer d'en bas en haut, d'en haut en bas des dunes, voilà le défi, car la randonnée d'un soir d'automne avale ici un quidam sous la lune. La lune d'automne m'a salué là-bas, la nuit aussi, et moi, solitaire à la marée noire, je parcours toujours un lieu d'où le jour s'enfuit. * * * * * * The Dunes of Bouctouche (New Brunswick) © Richard Vallance, October 11 & 28 2004
The sky's pavilion still splashing the seas finds tides sweeping in to hammer the quay, and plovers all over grass quivered lees leave me as stunned as I am at the spray! Or is this a dream of some loner who's gone on roaming on where thin strands appear landscapes riven out of paling blue whose swift retreat leaves shores so nearly drear? How long have we roamed your dunes up and down, where frailer remains of sunlight after dusk's quelling tides fall on their ghostly crown? A Moon hovers over your shimmered shore where we hear seagulls still chasing dafter tides in one milieu where few cirrus soar. ______________________ Ulysses Looks © Richard Vallance, 1998 & 2002
for Homer, and your Odyssey Having caught sight of hills unfamiliar, oars shipped, we’re beached on wet slate shores (or was this homeland ours? Zeus! She still bears that scar that’s rape? Is the hearth cold, its cindered cause blood’s desperation? If hearts are beating fire, deft with sense, a Phoenix reasons why I, aggrieved to greet, wait. Are you greeting me, have you read my augurs in your sky? Await. Will, will you cross her lintel, find Penelope, weaving by the sea or wooed and prized? Are you, Telemachus, blind with much unbridled lust? Who may mourn your death? Zeus, Athena, watch me kill them all! Penelope weeps, and I, in this hall. ____________________________ “May Day! May Day!” (Sinking Sonnet) © Richard Vallance, May 1st., 2001
Titanic, C.Q.D. Collision: iceberg: damaged starboard side: From: The Titanic (1935) by E.J. Pratt (Canadian poet) at the behest of my friend, Christopher Scott Snow 1 She 2 had slipped 3 down her lists, 4 slick in her ways, 5 Imperial Queen 6 a year well in advance 7 of her Maiden’s Voyage, White 8 Star’s Flagship, biggest in the world: 9 4 days out to sea, and she was struck 10 by some black iceberg. It left her that night 11 down at her head, as her wireless rang above, 12 in her pinging masts, “May Day! May Day! C.D.Q. 13 S.O.S.” (history’s first, sluicing!), cracked her last 14 Telegraph, before she foundered, slaying fifteen hundred.
* Titanic was the first ship ever in history to send an S.O.S., which had been just mandated by the International Marine Commission to replace the former distress call, “CQD” = “Come, quick, danger!” FROM: Canadian Spirit Voices, Chapter 4, Songs of Five Loongs in the Moonlight, poem 11. Las Vegas, NV.: Kedco Studios, © 2003 ISBN 1-878-431-44-7
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Famished
© Richard Vallance, 1998 & 1999

With sweetgrass, cedar and, as summoned, prayers, we have, Odawa [1], parted ways with Cree [2], who’ve abandoned Temiskaming [3] as we travoise across portages, haunts of bears whose spirits chill a Forest’s lairs with dread as our voices do where we paddle lakes ahead of wolves whose howls echo, “We’ve fled before as effortlessly as snowflakes.” Leaves over leaves have settled in on trails where tracks appear to disappear as snows say Windigos [4] invite their Forest’s gales to lust for hunters haunted by old foes. Last night, the Shaman heard a famished hawk cry, “Beware of Brothers you my Brothers stalk!”

NOTES for our non North American readers:
[1] The Odawa were an aboriginal nation or "tribe" who inhabited the many islands in the Ottawa River. The City of Ottawa (the Capital City of Canada) derives its name from them.
[2] The Cree are another aboriginal Algonquin nation.
[3] Lake Temiskaming is a vast, dangerous lake in the upper reaches of the Ottawa River, close to its source.
[4] Throughout the long, harsh Winters which drove through the trackless forests, the Windigo, or "Ice Man", was dreaded by all Anishinabe hunters who instinctively knew he would sneak up on them if they let their guards down in exhaustion or hunger for even an instant, and would lustily snatch their freezing bodies up in his ice-blue jaws, to devour them alive, in just that instant! This is what we nowadays call, for want of a better term, "freezing to death".

FROM: Canadian Spirit Voices, Chapter 3, Anishinabe Trillings, poem 4. Las Vegas, NV.: Kedco Studios, © 2003 ISBN 1-878-431-44-7


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Jan Sand in New York

JAN SAND, poet and illustrator from New York (now residing in Helsinki), is a regular contributor to Poetry Life & Times and the newsgroup alt.arts.poetry.comments. A great deal of his work is about animals, or science fiction.

Recently Jan was published by Kedco Studios Artist Profile Press, on their latest CD ROM e-book, "A Way With Words (Poetry Real and Surreal), which also includes complete books by Dale Houstman, Sara L. Russell and Keith Gabriel Hendricks. Jan's illustrated book on the CD is called "Wild Figments And Odd Conjectures", which is also sold separately, in a limited-edition "single" CD.

To see an illustrated article about Jan's poems, visit the November '98 issue of Poetry Life & Times, and scroll down past the Editor's Letter. He also has his own poetry pages on Charlotte's Web at Artvilla.

CITY FRUSTRATION
© Jan Sand 2004

What manufactured misery now reigns From all the engines out of plans designed To repair destructions out of past pains Not relieved by the blind eye, the numb mind. Life skins over hurts, heals wounds, turns away From terrible solutions. Instinct elects The worst be denied. Delight directs to play At pleasure. So the world reinforces its defects. Knowledge pries power out from the hoards That lie await for skills and cleverness’ behests. But power forces inclinations towards Fulfillments of ill thought out devil’s jests. So moves the world, barefoot on stony grounds To leave a bloody trail. This painful jaunt To seek out healing cures just further hounds The tortured mind with regrets that always haunt. SAILING TO NEXIUM © Jan Sand 2004
(Note: Nexium is the latest patent medicine for stomach acid) The distant shores of digestive peace Are lost in purple recall As acid sources never cease And thoughts of youth are bitter gall. Glories of nutrition, rich chocolate, Late night rumination at the fridge Are wonderful to contemplate But disturbing. Thoughts form no bridge To safe alimentation. The landscape Of old age varies from topologies Of youth long gone. The shape Of mature physiology offers apologies For youthful inclination to blunder But one cannot ignore stomach chemistry. The tendency towards colonic thunder Defers one from culinary artistry. Therefore we arrive at medicinal solution To acquire the end remedial absolution. REVISITATION © Jan Sand 2004
You are dead. Long, long gone, I know, and yet – Still moments prompted by a distant laugh, Or perhaps a pause when mounting a stair, I lose the imperative to forget And in an instant you are there. Then comes the fear, the hatred at your loss. It charges, dragonlike, at my surmise. Time shrinks. The world explodes in shrieking air And, victim to a memory that flies Back to that awful day you were no more, Sorrow and regret, numbness and despair Summon strong demons I cannot ignore. In horrid rush again I feel the need To be with you still. I bleed, I bleed.
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