Nicholas "Finbod" Phethean

Updated: Wed, 22 Oct 2025 02:21 pm

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A Bimble
Anti - Christ.
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Biography

Hi, My name is Nicholas / Nick. whatever you prefer. I go under the writing moniker "Finbod". Don't ask me where that name came from as I have no Idea. I think it was a name given to me by Mark "Zero" Fox, the compare of PAC (Panjenix Acoustic Club) I've long been interested in creative writing, and after joining a few poetry nights at PAC, I was encouraged by poets Jonny Lindsay and Carol Whittam, to try writing my own poems. Anyway, that was 2 years ago, and now I have a full back catalogue of my own weird and wonderful poems and drabbles.

A Bimble

I'm off out up yonder, he said wi a smile, A trip through the woods and fields fer a while, Whert grass grows green, and trees stand strong, Just a nice little bimble, it won't tek thi long. He's off over Jackhouse, or down Tinker Brook, The plenty to see there, if thi knows where to look, Passing folk wi ther dogs, who are out for a stroll, Just nice little bimble, its what I like to call. Troughs and peaks, to hills and valleys, Can walk many miles, wi a good pair o wellies, Trudgin throught muck, kickin up gravel, A nice little bimble, it's the best form o travel. Blackberries, blueberries, apples and pears, Picking fresh fruit, without any cares, Gir it a rub on yer raincoat or mack, A nice little bimble, with a nice little snack. Clearin yer head, wi a bit of fresh air, Feeling the wind blowing cold through yer hair, It's amazing the things that you see from above, A nice little bimble, what's not to love. Nights getting colder, make sure to wrap up, Cup o tea on a bench, in yer old travel cup, Walking fer miles, its done wonders for me, A nice little bimble, now I'm off home for tea.

Anti - Christ.

I wanted to believe in God, who's ideas for creation knows no limits. A god who's kind and fair and does his best to look after the people within it. I wanted to believe in a god who takes care of the young, who helps the elderly cross the road with their shopping. I wanted to believe that God made life fair for everybody without showing signs of stopping. I wanted to believe in an almighty power, an omniscient god who cares about every creation, I wanted to believe in a god who's, gospels, scriptures and words could inspire a nation. I wanted to believe, I tried to believe, but in the grand scheme of things I feel that I've been deceived. We've got a god that laughs in the face of the poor, the vulnerable, the discarded youth of today. A god who gives the miracle of childbirth, to then steal that young child away. If we were created in god's image, then why is the world so cruel, young children in 3rd world countries, with no clean water, no access to healthcare and only a select few ever go to school. I see, a nation of homeless veterans, there's thousands of them! Pick one! Tossed to the dirt with nothing but a sleeping bag in the cold of a doorway, hoping he doesn't get pissed on. I see, young mothers and children, fleeing war-torn countries. With only the shoes on their feet and the shirts on their backs, in the hope of a new way of living. Just to be branded immigrant scum because we've all become so unforgiving. I see, an 11 year old girl come home from school and kills herself, she's been bullied for most of her life. I see, A young 14 year old boy, laying in a pool of his own blood on the pavement, because his fate was to die by the knife. I wanted to believe in a god that's fair and just, a god who's stories of feeding the 5 thousand, and the good Samaritan, were stories that I could trust. But my ambivalence tells me not to believe, that I shouldn't believe, in a god that doesn't believe in us

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