The Poetry of Ann Margetson

I asked Mom to write about Time Travel, it’s the songwriting topic for FilKONtario the convention  I help run.  The convention is April 9-11 2010  more info is here  http://filkontario.ca      not sure if I’m going to use this or not, but here it is.

If I were a great time traveler how far back would I go?
I think first to see the pyramids so every detail did show
And marvel at the Nile so clear, clean and bright
And maybe tremble at the Pharohs great might.

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But where ever I’d go I would look for all the good I could find
Learn about hidden treasures ones of the heart and mind
Maybe paint a different picture of the worlds history
Find about good things, not battles, hate and cruelty.

I would travel too see my ancestors that could not read and write,
Teach them and help them realize the value of truth and right.
Try to give them a much better start in each precious life,
Perhaps help them overcome never ending trouble and strife.

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Then I’d like to enter into the Arc with Noah and his family
Wonder just how crushed they were how much misery,
Or walked in the steps of Jesus in lovely Galilee
Watched him heal then follow him to Calvary.

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Then when I return back to my own time and place,
I would dare to go forward the end of the world to face,
Not to actually be there as dead I am sure I will be
But just watch how wicked and how much debauchery.

M Ann Margetson
Copyright March 29th 2010

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Am I able to write a poem because of some words said to me?
A funny phrase or some words of wisdom flowing quite free?
Remember some worthy words as I chatted with a friend
And my reply sending a poetry message on one I can depend.

But for the first time in a long while my memory fails me,
And I did not write down what sweet words that ought to be.
Now I am meandering through a sea of many a discarded word
Hoping to find in the jumble some sense and a poem heard.

Oh I will remember that I boasted, to my friend as we drove along,
The words fascinated me and I knew hidden was a sweet song.
But I was busy too the following day and did not jot it down
Now I am indeed sad and my face wears a disappointed frown.

But I will ponder as I work and maybe insight may help it come
Into my aging mind and a wonderful victory I will have won,
But I will not be so proud but take some advice and write
The good ideas that strike me before they fade out of sight.

M Ann Margetson
Copyright 29th march 2010

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A son of a friend of mine is an artist of a different kind,
He made from paper his Lava man, almost full size
Hundreds of hours to make perfection his great prize,
And the detail is amazing a great gift hard to find.

Back with red veins like a volcano starting to break
As lava starts to seep out to escape from being bound
By the jet black rock that all around him is found,
A wonderful idea this young man does make.

But the greatest thing at least it seems to me
That it contains as stuffing much discarded poetry,
All those who tried and failed as judges did agree
That although good were not standards of high degree.

But I am sure as Lava man stands there looking brave
That the shredded poems will ooze out with the lava hot
And more poetry will develop and there on the spot
More ideas will flow like words from the grave.

M Ann Margetson
Copyright March 25 2010

There is a strong northwesterly blowing really strong
And although the sun is bright and birds sing their song
It feels again like winter as the gale paints cheeks red
And you cannot even try to keep a hat upon your head.

It’s making every flag rolls rattle and the flags fly straight
And you for the first time you had a little more weight
For you need to hand onto something in case you blow away,
And I remember that March entered in a much different way.

It’s now the twenty fifth and this month there’s been no snow
And this wind is a big help as the clouds much too fast do go
To stop and deposit any precipitation that they may hold
And as my old gran would say, “the wind is much too cold”

Since I have lived in Canada and if we keep on this way
It will be the first March that snow did not come to stay
For a few days as cold winter seemed to want to linger more,
But I am hoping that spring will win and colour again restore

M Ann Margetson
Copyright March 25 2010

FOR DEBORAH

AND WHITE MOUNTAIN PUBLICATIONS

Thank you dear friend for the hard work that you do,

I feel you need a pat on the back, a word of praise

For all the trouble that you must go through

To publish many books that always look so fine,

Even one as simple and small as mine.

Keep up the good work, stay as kind as you are,

Remember just how much good you are able to share.

Smile and be happy and may sweet love come your way

For you are a tribute to humanity, at least that what I say.

I know you are not fond of poems that rhyme

But that’s how it flows from this heart of mine.

So please accept this short poem of gratitude for you,

And to help you realize your worth, keep it in view.

M Ann Margetson

Copyright March 24, 2010

Off I went on the train down south for a few days
And at this time of year there is very little dirty haze
The sky was blue the air was warm and quite clean
A picture of big city beauty to be plainly seen.

We went to Niagara Falls and walked and gazed it awe
At the picturesque beauty and even snowdrops we saw,
I will not mention the traffic jam for many a long mile
But just remember the fun time with a great big smile.

Many large malls I wandered and shopped all around
Something deprived of for in the far north none are found
Visited graveyards where some family relatives lie at rest,
Went to the McMichael art gallery one of the very best.

But the very best of all I mingled with my sweet family,
Doing things together sharing things in joy and harmony,
But it is good to be home again in the north so dear
And have the rest of my family once again right here.

M Ann Margetson
Copyright March 23 2010

THE EMPTY ROCKING CHAIR
His brown sad eyes watched the chair swaying in the breeze,
The old large dog’s heart and body always full of pain,
When would his master return to the porch and rock again.
Just rocking and rocking empty no old man sitting there.

The floor creaked behind him his heart skipped a beat,
But it was just his mistress taking a breath of fresh air,
“I miss him too, Jake, I want to see him rocking there,”
She sat and rubbed his ears and they shared the emptiness.

There was some comfort and love in that old, gentle hand,
But it was not his master who was just rocking there
When would he come back and rock and sit in his old chair,
It was not like his master to let him down yes he would come.

His old heart so sad and he could not understand at all
Why his master went away and never to him return
And although his master was sometimes just a little stern
He knew he was loved and there was loneliness everywhere.

One morning he went out to sit by the chair, a great effort for him,
And sat and watched it rock to and fro with a quiet little creek
Then to his great joy he saw his master a tear on his cheek,
He stretched, joined him and together they went for a walk.

He felt no pain or hurt, just never ending and great joy
He chased the sticks his master threw just like he did before
Then both stop at the spring, and feel that love once more,
Then they kept on walking into the bright setting sun.

For both of them a new life had just begun, then they saw her
Standing on that old porch and by the empty rocking chair,
Just staring at the emptiness no one else at all left there
A sad old lady all alone a deep pain to hard for her to hide.

“She join us soon Jake just you wait and see,
Then we can play together for all eternity.
M Ann Margetson
Copyright March 22 2010

Sometimes there is a feeling of gladness in the air,
With a busy life and being with people who really care,
Knowing life is worth living, having a glad heart
Loved ones old and young doing their needed part.

From far and wide you can feel the love and caring,
With their joys and sorrows too, lovingly sharing,
Being part of a family and dear friends all around
Makes you realize where true blessings are found.

I once met a man who seemed wealthy as can be
But no happiness or smile on his face could I see,
I greeted him and a kind words and a smile broke,
He answered politely then sad words he spoke.

“I have no real friends just acquaintances you see
Don’t know of my children or where they may be,
I realize now of the importance and family and friends
For when you get older on wealth you can’t just depend.”

I found words hard, I didn’t know what I should say,
To this man before me, but he turned and walked away.
I called and tried to follow but he went too fast for me,
“Come back, I’ll be your friend, so of loneliness be free.”

He stopped and waved a hand, and said, “It’s too late,
But thanks for the offer but I brought on my own fate,
I put money first and gathering wealth, shunned all away
So now I am paying the price and will till my dying day.

M Ann Margetson
Copyright March 13 2010

March has entered like a lamb with warmth and a gentle breeze,
No falling snow and blustering winds that often cut and freeze,
But sweet and spring-like she gently wafts onto her yearly stage
To perform her annual act, I wonder what I’ll write on her page?

Yes, coming in like a lamb so far that is, this year is quite true
With lovely warm sunshine and the sky of the brightest blue,
The whole week the weatherman says will be warm and glorious,
The snow melting before our eyes without any trouble and fuss

I would love to tell the tale of the warmest march that’s ever been
Early flowers showing through and no snow at all will be seen,
I have already heard the little song of the white-throated sparrow,
And I am sure more feathered friends will come to wipe away sorrow.

Please Mother Nature let us have a long and gentle march this year
No going out with the roar of the lion so bring the world no pain and fear.
A perfect March like a fair maiden dancing in warmth on the stage of life
Releasing all of us early from the cold bands of winter’s cruel strife.

(written March 3rd with the window open)
M Ann Margetson

I will write a poem to sing to about the start of spring,
The feeling in the air that sweet warmth does bring,
Unwelcome snow melting right before my eyes
An early spring up north what a wonderful surprise.

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So let us all rejoice and welcome warmer days
Hope of a healing breeze and sunshine’s warm rays,
Come back birds and sing your sweetest melody
Announcing that from winter we are now set free.

Come, March and be kind, April give up your moody ways,
Give us sweet gentle rain and lovely long bright days,
We need a break from winter need flowers to come through
Come brighten up our days and make our dreams come true.

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Lets put away our heavy coats, long scarfs and mittens too
For we want to sing a joyful song,help spring come smiling through,
Lets welcome spring together and sing this happy, joyful song.
Come along and learn the words so we can all sing along

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M Ann Margetson
0034spring
Copyright March 3 2010