About anoldhogtownhippy

For thirty years I have been recycling copper and other materials into original designs for homes, businesses and gifts, and have emphasized environmental and social concerns in my work. I am so often reminded listening to Gordon Lightfoot, Joni Mitchell, Ian and Sylvia, you name them, and cruising Yorkville Avenue on hot summer nights; and some of the coffee houses: The Riverboat, The Myna Bird, The Colonial Tavern.... I have always enjoyed music, playing guitar, singing, listening and the sporadic verse when the moment hit me. That's the old hippy in me. The guitar went everywhere with me - Hiking in Europe & the British Isles for a couple of years; out west to the Rocky Mountains, then back east where I settled down in Hogtown. I had written enough fair (IMHO) material to put to music and record a CD for posterity. In the process of recording I began to think of other loose phrases and eventually strung them together, winding up with poetry! I have been a member of the Toronto Writers' Co-operative for over two years and achieved my first writing notoriety winning runner up in a group contest. I have a long poem out in the real world waiting to make some publisher famous and many others waiting their turn.

Standing-Still-Sun (Solstice)

John Warren
Illustrated by Melissa Felder
© 2013

In ancient times, in ancient mindsSolstice1
They kept the watch from towers high.
Upon the floor the sky signs lay
To trace the sun’s path by day.
A moving blade of illumination
Was observed by magi in anticipation.

The time of the Mystics,
The time of the Magicks,
The time when the sun stands still.

Where the Danu of the North Isles dweltSolstice2
Before the Druids, and before the Celt,
Seen in half buried remainders
Of dark, abandoned, old stone chambers
A shaft of light appears that day
Towards a point it makes its way.

The time of the Mystics,
The time of the Magicks,
The time when the sun stands still.

In North and South the vigil’s kept,Solstice3
The fires lit, the rituals met,
The offerings lay upon the stones
And all stand waiting, by hearth ‘n homes.
Will there come the lengthening days
Or darkness swallows the sun’s rays?

The time of the Mystics,
The time of the Magicks,
The time when the sun stands still.

It is upon us, the time is nowSolstice4
When time exists not at all.
The point of light has come to rest
Upon a space mysterious.
Between two points brought into fusion
Where the spiral draws its conclusion.

The time of the Mystics,
The time of the Magicks,
The time when the sun stands still.

Where life joins death and east meets west,
When black is white and day is night,
Where good and evil cease upheaval,
When time and space give up their place.
And all that is, and ever shall be
Is yours to become if you could but see.
Solstice5
The time of the Mystics,
The time of the Magicks,
The time when the sun stands still.

Hogtown – so what?

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At one time Toronto, Hogtown, was the largest pork packer in the British Empire, and earlier in 1879, was the second largest pork producer on the continent. It would be too tempting to get all political here, but coincidentally, our esteemed Prime Minister, this very week, will go to Belgium to get a free trade deal with the EU , and guess what, he is going to send our pigs there and put our dairy industry here out to pasture.

Sources say the final breakthrough came in the past few days after Canada agreed to double its quota on EU cheese exports in return for greater access for Canadian beef and pork.

All this and see what we have for a mayor!

Jolly Rob

Hogtown indeed!

Well… this rant has broken the dreaded, paralytic, white page impasse and here on in we’ll get literary.

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