Life Preserved in Word

  Organ donation is a beautiful invitation for us to help others desperately in need it may be an intimate and precious gift amongst family and close friends who may be more family than a family can be But many donors remain anonymous and are living heroes of unprejudiced compassion and others no longer with us who thought one day they may be in a situation that would take them away and thus wished to leave a few parts behind and who through foresight and selflessness had previously joined the donor list       © David Girard 11/03/19

  Oldest of soul and wisdom. Biggest in kindness and heart. This is your birthday. Take it all in. Embrace God's love and joy, Then share with your kin.   © David Girard 12/03/15

  I was young and totally in control between the out of control train wrecks my ego took over, and common sense soon vanished to leave me uncontrollable   Got married and had a handful of children who at times were adorably uncontrollable Lived healthy as I could - knock on wood and improved my diet as I should but sometimes fell ill eating healthy and good uncontrollable   one thing I can control is when to laugh as I begin real slow until it creeps way down low and my belly laughs uncontrollable   © David Girard 12/01/20  

  I couldn't find my lucky pot, but that's okay. As I’m sad to say I won’t be with you today. The weather is over me – what can I say? Don’t mess with nature’s mother – that’s what they say. My eyes are somewhat gooey, and my nose is too thankfully it’s only a cold and not the effing flu. I’m rather sad and experience different shades of blue for I won’t be laughing and supping with the likes of you.   Thanks for all the help when the sidewalk hit me in the face it was just a flesh wound, so I’m as good as okay and hope to settle that score in May.   Who thought that in the cupboard, my pot would stay? My lucky pot has a rather appealing ring I rap it on my head so we in harmony sing but my unlucky head makes me squeal and squawk when I trip and bounce it off the concrete sidewalk.   Enjoy your lucky pots!   © David Girard 12/05/19

Cradle Catholic to Fallen away Catholic to Practising Catholic to Fallen away Catholic to... Is there one God of all faiths?   God only knows. A virgin can’t bear a child.   I love Jesus.   It seems kind of strange to me if this and other events are explained away as mysteries.   Anything that appears improbable, impossible or inexplicable can be understood or misunderstood mysteriously.   It’s obvious there is a Holy Catholic Church but I’m unable to fully believe in the Holy Catholic Church.   It seems a sin to confess to sins that I don’t think of as sins.   I know hell on earth but I doubt there is a hell in the afterlife.   The only way to tell is to earn my way to hell but I’m too lazy.   Heaven seems like a wonderful destination that can only be realized upon death which appears to be the only guarantee.   How to live with it?   © David Girard 14/05/15

  November 22nd, 1963 Approx. 12:00 noon Sacred Heart Elementary School Victoria B.C. I can't remember my teachers' name, so I'll call her Sister Annie.  Annie  old Sister will do! Sister Annie said she has an important announcement. She proceeded  to tell us of the assignation of U.S. President Kennedy amidst gentle  sobs and tears from her and a few others, perhaps because they had  met or were related to him. I was three months shy of turning seven  years old, which was considered the age of reasoning, so it doesn't  seem unreasonable that I was only a little bit upset about the death of  another country's leader. Sister Annie told us, U.S. President Kennedy  is Catholic, and I thought that was kind of neat, but when she said that  we were getting the rest of the day off, I liked him even more. Now on  the way from school to the bus stop, I make a quick stop at the winery  to beg, borrow or borrow without aski...

  If my glass is halfway, where is the other half? Has it already been consumed, or is it yet to be? If the taste and the smell is bitter and rancid The contents are soon discarded as the glass becomes empty and  flaccid but if sublimely palatable, that seductive glass of mine becomes the ultimate temptation for me, but shall not last as the halfway point is fleeting when the bottom comes up fast.   © David Girard 25/10/20

Each day that I live takes me a step further away from infancy, and a day closer to the day I will die. Would I be remiss to reminisce when I am blue? Or should I call on the fulness of time and be placed at the head of the queue? But hold it right there. I’ve at least some time to spare. Before I vanish, I’d like to try to have good times and laugh till I cry, to bathe ‘til I’m dry, and to count all the floaters when I peer at blue skies. Every time I wake is not a mistake, but a blessing of breath to stay my death for yet another day.     © David Girard 11/10/20    

  Warning: the following account of past events is based on faction and the ratio of fact to fiction is yet to be determined. With regards to any ability I may have for creative writing I must thank my mother as she quickly assumed the position of grammar police once I began to talk and then at least doubled her time on the beat when writing came into the picture. I suppose all mothers do this to a certain degree but not the nth degree. I love my mother. Mom loved to play Scrabble and to this day I cannot understand why she picked on me when she had four corrigible daughters at her disposal. When we first played I would be squirming in my seat waiting for mom to play which she did and then said to me it’s your turn and I froze and drew a big blank… What’s wrong she said? Here let me see if I can help you on your first word. Turn your tile tray towards me. I did so and she strained to hold back the laughter- your tiles are all backwards! Here let’s turn them around! I was a fair...

  If you like my show I shower you with peace! If you think it’s O.K. – stay – peace be with you! If you don’t like the show – go climb something tall and peace right off! Pea ce out!   © David Girard 08/08/20  

  Oldest of soul and wisdom. Biggest in kindness and heart. This is your day. Take it all in. Embrace God's love and joy, Then share with your kin.   © David Girard 12/03/15

  I was young and totally in control between the out of control train wrecks my ego took over and common sense soon vanished to leave me uncontrollable   Got married and had a handful of children who at times were adorably uncontrollable Lived healthy as I could - knock on wood and improved my diet as I should but sometimes fell ill eating healthy and good uncontrollable one thing I can control is when to laugh as I begin real slow until it creeps way down low and my belly laughs uncontrollable   © David Girard 12/01/20

  Couldn’t find my lucky pot but that’s okay As I’m sad to say I won’t be with you today. The weather is over me – what can I say? Don’t mess with nature’s mother – or so they say… My eyes are somewhat gooey and my nose is too thankfully it’s only a cold and not the effing flu. I’m rather sad and experience different shades of blue for I won’t be laughing and supping with the likes of you.   Thanks for all the help when the sidewalk hit me in the face it was just a flesh wound so I’m as good as okay and hope to settle that score in the month of May.   Who thought that in the cupboard my pot would stay? My lucky pot has a rather appealing ring I rap it on my head so we in harmony sing but my unlucky head makes me squeal and squawk when I trip and bounce it off the concrete sidewalk.   Enjoy your lucky pots! If it happens again in June I hope to give it a shot and show you my lucky pot! © David Girard 12/05/19

A rusting old Studebaker parked by the sea, parental voices familial to me. I’m their son but they’re absentees of this earthly existence by the sea. I always feel numb remembering when time had come and spirited them away to ethereality totally incomprehensible to me I wonder if they are still together by choice or apart to some degree   a poke, a jab, nag, nag, nag, as Jack and Mary disagree so Jack is off to his shop to meet his good buddy Stan to reminisce and partake of the porch-climber wine of the day Jack is now retired and still climbing those precarious porch steps so beware of loose knots that make him stumble and grumble “Hume  and Rumble.”   My dearest Jack is toiling hard in his garden long after Stan’s gone home.   It’s getting dark but I have faith, he’ll return.   I will whine that he drinks too much wine but my porch climber he’ll always be.   Jack is back, it’s been so long! “Dear are you okay? Damn...

  When life throws you the odd dagger with a little luck you’ll have the intuition to see it and the time to duck but if it’s going to hit you don’t take it on the chin turn sideways and dodge a problem that just grazes the skin   When life teaches me lessons I’m slow to learn take a car over a jump crash and burn drink too much Tequila comatose in bed with my mom and dad three faces red   If I try to walk with a swagger as confident as can be I can’t fool myself because that’s just not me If I see someone else walking as confident as can be they sure can’t swagger like “Stagger Lee!”   © David Girard 08/03/20

We still need an education We don’t want distance controls No more living room for a classroom Covid, leave those kids alone Hey, Covid, leave our kids alone All in all, one more virus hits the wall All in all, it’s just another mark on the wall *Substitute lyrics for Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” © David Girard  18/04/20

crisp clean air pristine yet gallows lurk in the shadows as an enigma that eludes all five senses is in and of itself senseless so much so that you don’t know when you catch it although it really catches you it searches for more friends yet who can defend against senseless seduction? once caught the body is distressed and fraught   reduced to fight with compromised defences But the real crime is that it takes no time, at all to find many more oblivious victims as it circumnavigates friend request protocol to amass by far the most friends of all Red Alert, Red Alert. Your computer has a virus! Uninstall Facebook immediately! Remit: $50 to ass saver account# severe acute respiratory  syndrome  coronavirus2 Signed: 91-divoC © David Girard 07/04/20

Broken heroes littered and strewn inside the many tomes of history and etched in the cold headstones of eternity. How can heroes killing heroes emancipate humanity? Debasement and depravity feed the weight and the gravity of what they must do to make it home with one shoe or even worse is to bear the injury we can’t see - shell shocked into a full blown case of PTSD. Small in stature are our children – the unsung heroes Who see all people as pluses so there are no zeros and have yet to develop filters to conceal innocence and charm and aren’t disgusted by the hero with only one arm. They don’t know what PTSD is but they’re right on task to smile at that trembling person and ask what happened to you? Does it hurt? Is it okay for me to stay and play? The child psychologist’s gift is innocence and smiles to be repaid with the broken hero’s broken smile © David Girard 14/04/20

When abstract ideas arise experience says pen to paper right away but if perfection and pride decide they cerebrally percolate as I procrastinate until they are silently flushed down the drain of brains. © David Girard 02/04/20

What I don’t fear is: Running out of toilet paper because I’ve experienced it many times  in different countries and also in places where they won’t run out  because it doesn’t exist. No running water because I’ve experienced it many times in different countries. Sometimes there was no hot or cold water and other times only cold or hot. Hot only may seem nice but it comes scalding hot from central boiler systems so you have to wait until it cools down - Do not shower! If there’s no running water you improvise by bathing with bottled drinking water – 2 liters will do the trick with enough left over for a sip – try it at home. Places with no potable water so you must boil (and cool) before consumption. Running out of power because I’ve lived where there were regularly scheduled outages three days a week or random outages for up to a week. Limited food selection – go to the market to see what the flavor of the week is – maybe cabbage, chicken and eggs – the eggs had...

I wish I were a Far North Soul! I’d learn to do the kayak roll but in the middle of winter’s chill the boat won’t sink on snow and ice It’s hard to drown and kind’a nice. Don’t need a lifejacket to make me float as my ego and pride bloat and gloat. Soon I’m cold and sore from rolling in snow because I left my speedos and goggles behind so I’m stark naked – have I lost my mind? I go back to the Igloo to warm things up - my eleven digits and a bare behind. Hmm what’s in the pot from which I will sup? I add a few more ingredients to the Igloo stew then I check my phone for messages and calls to discover there are quite a few. I fire up the computer of bytes and bits to see what’s trending with the Inuit. Yukon, N.W.T. and Nunavut holding steady at Zero. B.C.:   Three Hundred and Forty Eight. I look through the window of my Igloo today at St. Paul’s hospital one block away It all seems so ...

Bits-n-bytes are out-a-sight and terabytes in queue but when the bit’s in the bite and out-a-sight the megabytes are few. © David Girard 06/03/20

Skewed life! What to do? Skew life before it skews you! Think I’m skewed, you too? © David Girard 02/03/20

swell high ocean low shellfish bounty lay exposed scar from harvest grows © David Girard 01/03/20

For the awesome birthday wishes I’d like to give thanks to y’all I had a real ball - put my feet up and did nothing at all It was a day of bliss with the odd cyber hug and kiss I sensed something amiss when I awoke this morn somewhat  forlorn to discover a choir practice I’d missed though I shall not mourn because there’s another next week and a few more to follow allowing time to catch up and an easy pill to swallow. Thanks again it was a wonderful treat and perhaps next year online we’ll meet! © David Girard 19/02/21

Whoever said “Age is just a number” must have been cast in “Dumb and Dumber.” When age is a big number and you call for a plumber at least twice a week is it you or the fixture they seek? © David Girard 19/02/20

Unattended children hushed Kites cry and babies fly Loons  do both and are crazy as a fox Who’s  sly as the moon that howls at the wolf Walls see floors speak Up to paddle without a creek A tough row of dough to hoe For little mouths kneading bread © David Girard 30/01/20

crystal rock band gold carat trip up scale down size matters’ weight burdens © David Girard 27/01/20

to the tune of Monster Mash We all came out from our humble abodes To get a another jolt from the mother lode He from his apartment in the West End east To St. James in Kits where the singers feast [Chorus] He did the smash, he did the pumpkin smash The pumpkin smash, it was a sidewalk bash He did the smash, it caught on in a flash He did the smash, He did the pumpkin smash The dim wit walked briskly down a dim lit street Where he caught his toe on uneven concrete Then the slab toward his face began to rise And suddenly to his surprise [Chorus] Once gravity takes over there’s little one can do So the fuse was lit for the sidewalk blues Thoughts of stop drop and roll seem rather smug As inertia dictates trip hug and mug [Chorus] There is a sidewalk bug walking through this city The seams aren’t level - must be the work of the devil The sidewalk wins as it flat out lies and sins Dr...