Tuesday, March 29, 2011

New Poem: Savour







by Louis Bertrand Shalako

c2011

All Rights Reserved


Savour the good things in life

You are what you do

Time passes inexorably


Assaporate le buone cose della vita

L'arte è chi siete

Il tempo passa inesorablmente

Sunday, March 27, 2011

New Post: Never Explain.

by Louis Bertrand Shalako

c2011

All Rights Reserved


Never explain yourself.

Please don’t tell me everything I need to know.

Leave me guessing about certain things.

Let me dream, just a little bit.

I have some place real to go.

And there are some things.

Some things I just don’t want to know.

I’m just a little confused.

I have enough to figure it out on my own.

Too much information is no big help.


Jamais expliquer vous-même.

Veuillez ne pas me dire tout ce dont j'ai besoin de savoir.

Laissez-moi deviner certaines choses.

Permettez-moi de rêve, juste un petit peu.

J'ai certaines lieu réel d'aller.

Et il y a certaines choses.

Certaines choses que je ne veux juste de savoir.

Je suis juste un peu confus.

J'ai suffisamment pour elle figure out sur mon propre.

Trop d'informations sont sans grande aide.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Ships With Butterfly Wings


A tear falls to the sand

Waves and wind sigh in their passage

Over the sea to a far distant land

Up to the horizon and then a pause

And then he is gone

Heat of the sun never ceased

Gull's plaintive cries without cause

Forlorn hope never stops to sing

Blinking in the glare, she waits

A result must have a cause

When ships with butterfly wings

Beat into the wind on a quest so fine

Lovers torn apart for a time

No one can say the why of these things

The bonds have been released

Each is free to be their own

This is a seed that must have been sown

And no one can say its fate

Sometimes there is no way to win

But only to endure.

When ships with butterfly wings

Beating into the wind

Carry your heart across the ocean

It is all a person can do, sometimes

To wait and to pray, and to mourn.

Friday, March 18, 2011

New Poem.

It is the undiscovered country

Try to remember what it is that you are hiding

This is no place for honest men.

And to ask when time will end

Is a contradiction of your own terms of reference.




c2011 Louis B. Shalako

Friday, March 4, 2011

Untitled Digital Pic.



This picture was taken by Louis and then thoroughly smashed with Nero Photosnap. Canatara Park, Sarnia, Ontario. This one is clearly impressionist, although you could make a case for 'Les Fauvres.'

We all have our influences. Why not pick the good ones?