Poetry Blogs (2017, worship)
if beauty is the keystone of women
from Cleopatra to Helen of Troy
you beat them into a cocked hat
the way yours generates such joy
its just a miracle of modern science
how every feature fits hand in glove
like rainbows and stars combined
in that ineffable look of you in love
you were always out in the front rank
from those early days of teenage bloom
Friday 4th September 2020 10:29 am
Together let us gather to sing the Christmas songs.
Let us open hearts to strangers, together we belong.
Let us kneel with kings and shepherds upon this strawy earth.
Let us sing with joy, and worship He who gives the second birth.
Never mind the hustle bustle, the clamour all around.
Let us gather us to worship and sing the joyful sound.
Lay aside your daily woes and the heaviness of life.
Friday 13th December 2019 9:16 pm
As I pass beyond my summer wall
Once more the land embraces my spirit
And its silence becomes my prayer
While I and heaven hear
The wind whispered psalm
As dusk caresses the tree tops
That surround my field fane -
I walk slowly through its grassy nave
Lost in my old memories
And pause at the far gate:
The sun sinks low behind me
And my long shadow stretches out in ...
Wednesday 18th April 2018 9:52 am
Much more than half my life ago
Some chance led us to this place;
Now, my heart is caught and held
By the peace of its earth and space.
Some while past, when first she left me
I could not make my soul adjust
But cached it safe within the plot
Beside her memory and her mortal dust.
And as the family aged and spread
My lonely tenancy grew content
Wednesday 23rd August 2017 10:14 am
Ah! I loved you!
Lost to your soul,
I bared my heart
Within your mind
I held my heart...
as if all hearts sang with mine
as if all lips knew
I felt your blood pulse
and heat my soul
as your hair scourged my body
(Ah! I loved your hair!)...
Sunday 6th August 2017 5:49 pm
O sun tanned youth
Who fired my heart,
Never meant to meet or part,
How many times you'd pass me by,
And leave me wishing I could die.
O brown faced lad
Were you aware
Of this admirer's silent stare?
Were there times when you were near
To saying something I might hear?
O golden boy
Now old like me,
Do you perhaps look back and see
Thursday 14th June 2012 4:26 pm
Once-upon-a-time, a barman worshipped the Sun.
Worked nights so didn’t see much of it
but in his head he’d got stories of
the Fire God supreme,
vanquishing monsters who'd eat out your dreams.
He called the Sun ‘Hero’,
believed it had six pairs of arms,
giant wings of flame
and the handsomest nose in the galaxy.
Made moons blush
Friday 17th December 2010 1:38 pm