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The Best Poems & Poets of 2003	Today I Still Love You Today I still love you Though my mind and body weak Yet the warmth of youthful passion Remains constant as we speak Our love was once a mountain That we climbed right to the top And the songs we sang so beautifully Just never seemed to stop Today I wisely speak these words For tomorrow is unknown And our yesterdays together Like our dreams … have quickly flown Through grateful tears I thank you For all of our todays Supporting me and loving me In all your special ways Our story will soon end my love As all great stories do Yet I have no regrets … not one Of all my yesterdays with you By Nancy Caljouw, Ó 2003
	September 11^th, 2001 (New York City) A day in September A typical morn Millions starting their day Others.. just being born The New York skyline Renowned for its spell Was about to be changed By a terrorist "cell" Some heard the plane coming But paid it no mind That was a mistake The unfathomable kind I was numb in my stare As it hit Tower I And the chaos that followed Was second to none Just off in the distance A second plane flew It crashed with a vengeance And hit Tower II The moments that followed Were straight out of Hell "We’re under attack" I heard someone yell The Twin Towers crumbled And thousands were dead Yet united we stood For what else lie ahead I was lucky .. just barely To live through the day I was injured and bloody And pulled from the fray September Eleventh Two thousand and one A day the world witnessed What "evil" had done. By Nancy Caljouw Copyright 2001
	Poofy the Duck Poofy the duck would dawdle Everywhere that he would go And the other ducks would laugh at him ‘Cause he always swam so slow His pond was very beautiful Surrounded by a park Yet Poofy’s favourite thing to do Was swim alone at dark Now Poofy’s mother, Wanda Was quite worried for her son So she saw the wise duck, Morton Just to ask what could be done The wise old duck was resting But seemed glad that Wanda came And when she told him about Poofy He replied, "Just change his name !" "Oh my !" she softly questioned "So that’s why Poofy’s shy ?" Morton shook his head and answered "Yes, Wanda, that is why !" So Wanda sat and pondered She thought about a name For days and weeks she struggled And one day it finally came She rushed to look for Poofy To surprise him with the news And she found him sitting all alone While others swam in "twos" "Poofy !" Wanda called out loud He slowly swam her way "I’ve got great news to tell you" … And She changed his life that day Poofy laughed and swiftly dived about When he heard his great new name He would no longer play alone Or hang his head in shame "So .. a name CAN make a difference" Wanda sighed with such regret As Poofy raced to spread the news His new name was simply … "Jet" By Nancy Caljouw Copyright 2002
	In The Rain In the rain and old man struggles Just to walk along the street His cane .. a constant saviour Holds him steady on his feet I watch and wonder sadly How he ever got that way He is dressed in ragged clothing His long beard a matted grey A red light stops his journey So he rests for just a time With a hill ahead I wonder "Will he ever make the climb?" Melancholy takes control I’m steadfast in my stare With the question ever present "Does the world around him care?" Succumbed to his misfortune He just stands there in the rain And waits with calm endurance For the green light once again. By Nancy Caljouw Copyright 2000
	Toast and Jam Grab my coffee Toast and jam I slept in late again Jump in the shower Make it cold Gotta wake my tired brain My hum drum days All circle ‘round A job that pays the rent On Mondays I just Cry the blues ‘Cause the weekend’s Come and went My job’s real tough And time goes slow But when the work day ends I go for dinner Drink some beer And play cards with some friends My car’s a wreck Needs lots of work Don’t think it’s gonna last And all the kids Just laugh and shout Whenever I drive past Girlfriends? Sure ! I’ve had a few There was Joan and Pam and Gin But girls don’t stay Once they find out My wallet’s pretty thin BUT … I might win The lottery A million bucks or so And when that day comes I’ll quit this job And tell them ALL just where to go !! By Nancy Caljouw Copyright 2002
	You’re No Tiger Woods There’s the golf course… yes indeed, Miles of grass without a weed Beckoning to all who play "Pay the price .. I’ll make your day" With fairways manicured .. they bring A challenge with each club you swing The greens... perfection as you putt Oooooh, missed again ! You’re in a rut Play 18 holes .. most in the rough The "cuss" words flow .. This game is tough ! The sand traps all get in the way And you lose more balls than you care to say So.. the golf game ends and your feet are sore You’re feelin’ down but, hey, check that score 90 ! Wow ! That’s the best so far That’s easy to beat with just one more par Back to the "pro" shop .. add your name Reserve a time for your next big game Sure .. you’ll be back You’re really hooked ! You’ve got the "bug" ! And your goose?.. It’s COOKED ! You’re no Tiger Woods with a caddy and fame You only get that once you’ve "mastered" the game And, oh yes, the word players often ignore ? It’s a four letter word (much like "golf")…. It’s called ... FORE ! By Nancy Caljouw Copyright 1999