Hawaii

Reflections Upon Approaching The Age of 100

Well, today has been a great day to say the least.  Last night I went out with my Dad and watched a movie that was based on a popular book called “The 100 Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared”.  The movie was literally a non-stop laugh riot and I think in a way it made my Dad, who is only 23 years away from 100, feel good about himself.  The movie was Swedish and had a lot of subtitles, but much of it was in English.  It followed the adventures of an old man who had been put into a home for having the odd hobby of blowing up things, and I think I could best describe it as a Swedish Forrest Gump.  I thought it would be kind of cool to put in a photo of one of my best friends who is getting up there, but not quite near 100 yet either.  I used a black and white setting on my camera and I think it comes up with a pretty nice rendering of what Walter is like.

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Aside from all that, I sat down today and wrote a poem.  I have been having misgivings lately about putting poems up on this website, because in all reality, it doesn’t do me much good and although I get a lot of hits on this page, I don’t sell any books.  The fact of the matter is, in order to make any money off your writing, you need to get a following first and convince them that your writing is worthwhile (or so I hope it works that way).  After a couple more pictures which are in sharp contrast to each other (one is the winter skyline of Edmonton, and the other is of a shark I took a picture of in the aquarium in Hawaii), I will put my poem in for you to read.  Thanks for being a part of my website, I welcome any comments anyone would like to leave.

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Cold Winter Nights Still Have Their Delights

 

Can it be; can it be true

That this very place will be my tomb

This, my warm writing room

Outside it’s so cold

Somehow the howl of the wind

Beckons my soul

I can see from my window

The shimmering curtains

Of deep winter lights

Off in the sky, that deep northern sky

I keep wondering why

It must blow so chill and so harsh

The snow, the snow, the shimmering snow

In the streetlight’s glow

Doesn’t it know

I will never go

From this place, the only place that I know

The snow, the snow being driven by wind

Finds me sealed inside

My furnace guarding me; keeping me warm

Free from all harm

But still there beckons a charm

That northern clime charm

Inside my chest beats a heart

That was made for this place from the start

That longs to make snow angels

Snowballs to throw

Ice castles to show

Get a toboggan or an inner tube

Get to a powdered-up hill and cruise and cruise

Inside my chest beats a heart

That was made for this place from the start

That needs to head to a mountain

See those grandiose sights and purely natural sounds

Those peaks that seem to not know any bounds

To take up my skiis and my hopes

To blast down their slopes

Run myself ragged and cold

Then hide away in some small bustling chalet

With all of my friends who come out on these days

Sip on some chocolate laced with a marshmallow floating

Look at the athletic young women and their young boyfriends gloating

Some say that this season makes all of us sad

Some say that down south there is more adventure to be had

Oceans to swim in and beaches to inspire

But I can’t leave this place, this place of which I never will tire

Or the warm wood-fired glow of gathering in front of the fire

Too much adventure, too much to be had

Too much to sit in the dark

Of my tomb

In my writing room

Writing more poems

Of things I wish I could do

 

 

Leif Gregersen

November 28, 2014

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New Blog Format and Today’s Poem

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Well, after discussing the matter with my editor and friend Paula (who set up this site for me), apparently it turns out I have been making a mess of this website.  From now on, my blogs will be found here, in the News section rather than being the landing page.  All that aside though, things are going fairly well.  I am feeling in a bit of a slump after have all these adventures going to Hawaii and up to Hazleton, BC so I thought I would cheer myself up by buying a new camera.  I am pretty excited about it, it is being shipped to me and comes with a long-range telescopic lens that I am hoping will aid me in taking wildlife photos.  It may be some time before I get any more use out of my waterproof camera, but there is a chance I will take another tropical vacation in the new year.  Sometimes I want to travel to more ‘artsy’ places like New York or London and experience things like live theatre or the rich culture of their art galleries and museums.  I actually did go to a couple of museums in Hawaii and I loved it.  Anyone interested in seeing the pictures can find a lot of them at my Facebook page under my name.  Feel free to friend request me as well if you like my writing, it is always nice to have more followers, and Facebook will keep you updated about my books and poems as well as this site.  If you scroll down below, you will be able to read today’s poem.

 

How Could I Have Said That?

 

 

 

How can I have really forgotten

All that I thought I had learned?

How can it have faded away how I felt

Each time I loved another and was spurned?

 

I once swore I never would do that

Rejection is just simply too cruel

But as I get older and close off from love

I act like an angry old fool

 

I treat those who show that they care

As though they were gum on my shoe

It seems that just loving my family

Seems to be all I can manage to do

 

Once long ago when I was much younger

And friends were few and were far in between

I held up this one woman in my thoughts

As though I were a slave and she were my Queen

 

And it hurt me so terribly much

When she cut me right out of her life

Sometimes I think it may have hurt less

If I had cut my wrists open with a sharp knife

 

But that is never the answer

Suicide only hurts those that care

I just never stopped thinking of her brown eyes

Never stopped thinking of her beautiful hair

 

I knew this young woman from her girlhood

And when I got older I told her of my dreams

But so much was wrong in my life then

I might as well have been talking in screams

 

Maybe recently the loss of my sweet mom

Helped to make me end up so cold

Though the real truth is that it scares me

That I keep getting more lonely and old

 

I suppose there will be more chances

To not be so selfish a jerk

And hopefully in future romances

I can let go of my ego and make them work

 

Many years ago a smart dude once told me

That no matter how much things may seem bad

There still is another soul out there

Every bit as lonely and sad

 

I wish that I could somehow find her

And show her these hard won lines of verse

Tell her I will make her feel wanted

Because I have the same loneliness curse

 

So to the heart that beats out there somewhere

To the very same rhythm as mine

If I haven’t already hurt you too much

Think of me and the days when love will shine

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Leif Gregersen

November 15, 2014

 

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Hawaii Poetry

Hello.  I know most people who land on this page will have read this already, but I am thinking about adding my poems with a bit of background to them on this blog as often as I can.  The following poem took me a couple of hours to write, but weeks to formulate in my head.  In this poem, I talk about having time to think, which is something I really enjoyed about the book, “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” which is actually my favourite book ever.  I even made a bit of a reference to motorbikes in this poem.  In reality, I did rent a scooter in Honolulu on a recent trip to Hawaii and it was just about the most liberating feeling I have ever had, except perhaps for the cost.  I haven’t travelled all that much on my own, but I have been to Vancouver and California, Northern BC, Ottawa and Toronto, as well as Hawaii, London and most of Denmark.   I have always had a strong desire to explore the US, but first I need to be able to afford a car reliable enough to last a few months of hard driving.  When I was 18, first out on my own, I lived in a traveller’s Hostel in a sketchy part of Vancouver and I would often talk with people for hours about all the things they had done and seen.  It was a real education for me, learning about how to find work and get discounted tickets and many many other travel tips.  One of the things I remember the most about that stay back in 1990 was that there was an old worn-out hippie dude who was likely about 50 or 60 at the time who only seemed to want to drink and eat and, when had drank enough, dance by himself.  I had made it known to all of my friends that I wanted most in the world to become a writer and this old hippie came up to me on one of the last days of my stay there and told me about Jack Keroac who would go off and hitch-hike and travel and live life to the lees and then come back and just sit and write.  I have heard much more about Keroac since, including how he wrote a book on an extra long piece of paper but I think the coolest thing I have seen in regards to the guy was a book a friend of mine has signed by ‘John Keroac’ which was the name he used before Jack.  Anyhow, I hope I am not boring you, but I invite all who come to this page to have a good long look at my stories and poems and take advantage of my free poetry page on Facebook under ‘Valhalla Books’.  If you like my stuff enough, download a kindle app on your smartphone and get into my head on your daily commute (I recommend taking the bus to work, but one day soon I plan to have my work made into audiobooks).  All the best, and enjoy the poem for today!

Vacationary Poem

Sometimes into my heart the darkness creeps in

Hate and jealousy, spite and fear

But somehow it all seems to melt apart

When your sweet and loving face is near

I find it hard to simply not give in

To those things that drive me mad

And those emotions drive your soul from me

And leave me bitter, lost and sad

I decided I simply had to take a journey

A journey inside and out

I needed to get back the young man’s heart

That brought your love for me about

I took a plane over the Rockies

Then another across the vast Pacific

I desperately needed back that part of me

That philosophizing poet charming and prolific

I made it to Hawaii

That place so many dream about

The warm and salty ocean renewed me

The beauty made me shout

There is just nothing like a journey

If it gives you the time you need for thought

And to satisfy all your yearnings

And remind you why you scraped and fought

We all must fight to keep on living

Or each day a little bit we shall die

It keeps our hearts loving and forgiving

It answers the most basic question: why

You asked nothing of me Hawaii

Your islands born of lava and of fire

I swam your crystal blue ocean waters

My need was real and dire

Hawaii you have desert

Land of freedom you have beach

In just a few remote island cities

All things in imagination are within reach

I took underwater pictures of your coral

I drove your highways vast

I laid upon your sandy beaches

And sweated off the memories of the past

I travelled past your coastlines

And motorcycled through your streets

And found once again that place inside me

Where passion and ambition meets

Oh, to feel those ocean breezes

To feel Hawaii in some small way you are mine

Although I live where everything freezes

I will always carry the memories of our time

When I left you I was totally renewed

Ready to face another year

And for myself I felt good because I proved

I missed the way things are back here

There were a few other things I missed as well

I’m not a man without any friends

Little things like open windows

Letting in cool air as each day ends

To you my dear readers

Please find a place of solace and renewal to retreat

Melt your hardened hearts and tan away your unhappiness

And prove to yourself that you can take the heat

And now my dear companion

My lover and my soul-mate true

I can get back to what really matters

I can get back to loving you

Leif Gregersen

October 14, 2014

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