Adopt a Beard .com - Abstract poetry, gibberish, and art.

Thank you for dropping by! Before you go any further, note that this site has almost nothing to do with beards. Instead you will find abstract and creative poetry and art. Feel free to roam the site and critique the content, with or without profuse verbal exclamations. And keep in mind that none of the content is meant to be offensive unless you converse with sandwiches, etc.

After a brief lapse, here we are again. To be honest, I have been writing a lot of poetry lately, but am hoarding it all away for a certain project... which may or may not take shape. Hopefully that's nice and vague and intriguing for you all.

I found a strange old poem from almost a year ago, which I posted. It is called Pray for the Well-Being of Mr. Henry James Tupper, and it is short... but hopefully sweet. No, I have never had a kidney stone.

Paul Ginz improves like a fine wine. Read The Fatal Balance and just try to call me a liar. I dare you.

Until next time... enjoy November! Today is a special day in Canada, Remembrance Day, when we remember veterans of war and the conributions and sacrifices they made to our wonderful country not so long ago. One tradition that has become an integral part of Remembrance Day is the reading of "In Flanders Field." It was written by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae (1872-1918). I thought it would be appropriate to post it today:

In Flanders Field

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

11/11/2005

Remembrance Day

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