There once was a protester named Karen.

She’s protesting and hating and glarin.

She’s making things right.

Not her fault she’s white.

She’s just so damn smart and she’s sharin.

Dennis Mantin

In Parkdale there’s a gardener named Mark.

Who once howled at the moon from the park.

Now he’s up at dawn.

With hardly a yawn.

And no more at the moon does he bark.

There once was a dancer named Wayne

Who walked with a limp from his pain.   

He’d dance day and night.        

His insanity his plight.

Said, “The light in the tunnel a train.”

                     

                              

Wilf said, ” It’s not what you say or do… it is whether you can start thinking about her in a more charitable way.”

There are times when I am beneath this type of elevated grandiose spirituality and feel that I have reached my peak…

Then I see the face and eyes of my daughter and conceive of higher plateaus… In spite of me!

If I could treat others with the the same charity I have for my daughter… I fear I might be saintly!

The Wiseman waited in silence for the man to speak.

” I am seeking enlightenment as long as it doesn’t require shame or guilt, fear or  pain.”

Silence remained.

She was lovely in that sunshine. Said she was searching for a song.

It wasn’t the words or melody or the need for right or wrong.

She was searching for some meaning or a feeling in her heart.

But that train had left the station and it was tearing her apart.

I told her it’s time to kneel, when all else fails pray.

She thanked me for mansplaining and I just said ok.

Dennis Mantin

Beauty arrived on our stoop today in the form of hope…

Young beautiful vibrant women full of hope and vitality!

Tis wonderful to have them around!

The request came over the screen… Give me money or I share false pictures and say they are you to your friends.

How will I recognize fear?

You will recognize fear because it talks very loud and very fast.

How will I defeat fear?

Just say no.

Fuck You!!

All smiles are fading, an all knowing wink. 

There’s miles to go now. It’s swim now or sink.

She’s hugging the monsters. Dragging them down.

She’s sharing her love.They’re learning to drown.

The streets now are empty, it’s friday downtown.

The monsters are running. Love come to town.