Street Level Poetry
This new thrust of my poetry will focus on what I call "living poetry." It will be past and present at the moment in time when life sniffs at our inner-being. Writing poetry at the age of 77 1/2 remains enjoyable and I post everything I do now on ABCTALES.COM. More of my work, including short stories can be found at Google: Richard L. Provencher. PLEASE FEEL FREE to copy any of my work in order to share and remember to cleaarly identify my work with the copyright (c) Richard L. Provencher. I live in Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada with my precious wife, ESTHER. We will be married 45 years on March 27, 2020. Ps. My wife, Esther and I wish our readers well and that you enjoy reading and sharing our writing.
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A New Dawn
encircles the valley with its burst of sunlight – almost like a lightning blitz from tree to rocky shade no more and a partridge struts in tempo with...
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At Peace
Sitting here on the back porch of our family church surrounded by green and robins manoeuvring in their search for worms a lullaby of chirping...
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I Can See
now why older folks especially men go to Florida – it’s to escape winter-cold and give achy bones a rest and I know I know ‘cause I’m one of those...
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Surely
I followed the fire from the belly of Jesus in undulating layers of sunlight— a blazing glory this evening showering two deer who pause in awe at the...
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The First Time
I dared to drink coffee and it burned into my soul -- nasty and harsh. I was only eight or ten at the time. Continuous activities earned me King of...
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The Last Footprint
Mother deer awoke with an urgency she sensed danger nearby and her young one slept no more as both raced down an ancient trail three shaggy wolves...
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The Strength I Feel
in a Harvest Moon reaching out to lovers gazing up in wondrous salutation beams of strength soft -- translucent with messages to dream about. Life is...
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When
I was a Boy Scout of eleven and tenting often 6 am morning meant charging to the lake shore chilled toes and other parts needing a good wash and swim...
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If Only
I could touch the sky and hear the angels sing I would dance with my mom and dad and play but I can’t ‘cause they’re no longer here— they’re with...
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Birds of Joy
I feast on their movements the flair of it the swaying and meandering across the air in front of me their scoots from one branch to a second and a...
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Impressions
I was born in rage and they called me Thunder. I can see the world in little pieces if we don’t smarten up and get along.
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Deep
in the mountains of forever land lives a stream so high it flits its way between rocky cracks and collects in bowls of flooding moisture laying claim...
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For Jesus
I am an imperfect person in an imperfect world and I only get through it because Jesus is my Guardian.
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Cars
filled with hopes and dreams as drivers change lanes in hurrah movements foot pedals feeling the pressure of anxiety on choices today. In this case...
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Sometime Glory
Billy learned to shout a lot after being called King of the Hill meant he had to tell everyone he was special and for sure would be a really good...
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Domain
Sensing something different I did turn and saw within my gaze a most magnificent creature a black wolf of 150 lbs not ten feet away. Surveying me...
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I Can
sit in the sun and play games with my little girl and pretend the world is full of butterflies who join us in our fun. I am happy she has no cares...
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3 Blue Jays
feather in with the wind sweep away rain drops then land on a bird feeder showcasing a party of black seeds and a sprinkle of grain. These eager fowl...
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Man Walking
moves forward slowly in the rustling of a March breeze older leaves as sponges remain on the trail mushes each foot carefully placed. Sun splashes on...
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We Grow
older together your skin next to mine as night ends day and wishing decides it’s time to go. Sometimes it seems so simple a little kiss on dry lips a...
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On the Grid
are tiny homes as voyeurs from the resistance of civilization– like a facade clinging to a formation of power poles rigid in military poise precise...
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Seasons
Let me adore You through the wind and rain Jesus. Hear my name when You gaze upon the land forgive me as I begin each day knowing I have sins for...
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Tall Walking
Talking with 3 sons about being tall the ways of real men and how at times when to say Amen ‘cause life can be tough for boys to grow and be the kind...
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He Knew
me this little guy-- a father wanting a son and he came into our lives at nine knew I was the one-- . the memory of this little kid grew up-- muscles...
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His Eyes
are saying goodbye family surrounds-- and aroused from sleep tries to get up but pushed back slowly and gently by his oldest by the same hand that...
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Eagle-Swoop
After a sweep of horizon’s view an eagle shuffles to the edge of his expansive space then drops from his perch and tumbles into sky’s yaw down &...
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It's Real
as a tree this old home where thorn bushes unfolded and wood became logs for cabin-building upon this distant space – isolated and free from endless...
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A Boy of Eleven
A boy of eleven woke up suddenly stretched and yawned. Seven o’clock already! In panic he pushed his cat aside and looked out the window. A huge...
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It Came
to overcome the other side of an autumn lake the aroma of a song milked from the universe of diamond-glitter escalating in unhurried stages as a...
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Riding High
along ridges of worn and battered asphalt Camden Village is a showcase of homes seeming lost in scattered disarray ‘cause tourists no longer come...
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A Smorgasbord of Love
I try so hard to understand the meaning of life so I pray every night for family and friends— all so very precious and someone’s delight. From...
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There is No End
to a cold plate of snow its embankments as passions unbridled beneath pillowed-clouds awaiting a second assault of furious intentions and prepare we...
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An Audience
for a flower under the sun where there is joy and flavour a lone occupant upon the land sitting within a field of forget-me-nots. Splayed across my...
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Edith 2
A husband visits faithfully in the Nursing Home bringing squares and flowers - on special occasions a nightgown. Today I was there- saw her birthday...
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Catch the Wind
It’s tumultuous- roars and approved for Autumn’s season displaces weak limbs harasses Poplar leaves hurls waves against the shore. I wish I possessed...
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The Skies
shop for tourists in spite of Covid-19 hoping to convince them a virus can be overcome. Sunshine can blister skin cause words to burn and force...
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At Noranda Copper Mine
I knew a man who knew no limits in his heart- worked in the Copper mine – walked twelve miles to get the cheque to carry his family knew no limits of...
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Little
boy of energy mom glad she got him - pop ran out years ago now just her and the little one watches him play- first a basketball slams onto the...
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When Momma Cried
it was heart-breaking just to hear those sounds crawling across the floor into a 12 yr old boy’s spirit- dad’s home again fight night ready to begin...
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Having a Hole
in the flat of your shoe during the 1940’s & 50’s meant poverty was a regular visitor and something crowds of friends were anxious to avoid. When...
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Charlie
is a survivor on the edge. He reeks - wears give-aways - pees his pants and belches no matter where. He’s human. Scoots around town on his bicycle...
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Refugee
The day begins with a hopeful smile- hunger brings reality spends the day looking for food- still hungry end of day.
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Come Home
son of mine – I did not understand the way you felt now I see and read about others who share the pain of parents who feel the blame for something...
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Eddie
always had knee holes in his jeans back in 1952 perhaps a forerunner to that style today lots of love in his home much caring in spite of little...
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Covid-19
I step into sunny day’s brilliance as it exposes a need for the best in sunglasses and I have them in my car. Shoppers are masked with every creative...
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What Are You
thinking about older man as you lean on your walking stick surveying this Truro Nova Scotia street where once you played as a boy tumbling in the...
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An Older Age
As I linger into older age my bones do crave warmth ‘cause winter weather seems to plunge me into a chill- not so when younger days encouraged me to...
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Fathers
Fathers- be with a gentle heart and not be afraid to take your child’s hand – tell them how much you love them and why it is important to be polite...
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