This is an age of information. It is something I have lived through either being good or bad. But what is my poetry? Modern school has taught me to write poems. Going off to work I picked up reading literature with my roommates. The sound of my voice in poems would not interest my close friends or neighbours. But now thanks to charity and community radio my poems are reaching an audience.

I was a child in the sixties and a student of the seventies. These poems have to be known as Canadian because that's where the situations were happening that I describe. Some sped away as I read my poems on the street corner. Some read them and said the poems were good.

Happy things happened in my life as scared as I was of the times unfolding. I though about becoming an Astronaut, with great ambition, and then, when my credits came up, they weren't there. Now I fit what I have said into my landscape and find I have contributed to good deeds.

Art pays money but not every week for me. Science is still something I can learn and practice even as an information professional. But art, it's been a life force many times while drinking in private a few cans of beer and listening to modern music, or building sets and stages in a sober frame of mind. The pad of paper is a friend and my pen plays on it.

So with these poems exploring peace and love, they are my soul reflecting my hope for peace and love, my good side. Silly, fustrated or rhythmically in time with those who came before and those who come after. What movement does it belong to now? Read on and make your own tounge speak my words and then speak your own.