Christmas Eve

I was looking out the window tonight,
When in the sky I saw a sight.
Was Father Christmas in his sledge,
Flying high over field and hedge.
On his way to Nairobi he said,
To fill the stockings on your bed.
I shouted out as loud as I could,
I know William and Emeline have been good,
Give them a hug from garandma and me,
So they know we love them you see.

Love and the bee

Love is the water
that nourishes the seed,
that grows the flower
that feeds the bee,
that makes the honey
for you and me.

One spirit

The you you see, is not you.
It is the body shell of the spirit that is you.
You are not Muslim, Catholic or Jew.
You, we, me
Are spirit in energy.

Illusions

When you have eyes to see
and yet are blind,
you see the illusions
of an unseeing mind.

When you have eyes to see
and yet are blind,
you wander fruitlessly
in a wandering mind.

When you have eyes to see,
And are no longer blind,
You wander fruitully
In a wondering mind.

You are not what you appear to be.
You are shining light within
Not just a body,
Nor bone nor mere skin.

In sickness and in health

It's been a long time now,
we struggled with strife.
It's been a long time now,
We've been husband and wife.

Though you speak little now,
your heart still shines an occasional smile,
bringing more joy somehow,
than your oft heard laughter before this trial.

Though there's so little now,
you can do as in the past,
as we were, so we are now,
living the life for us cast.

It's been many years now,
And like birds of a feather,
in sickness and health,
We've remained together.

Parkinson's cruel struck you down,
taking it's toll, so plain to see,
but always this unwanted crown,
You have borne with dignity.

It's been a long time now,
you've been my life.
It's been a long time now,
my darling wife.

No need to go to war.

If only we were wise enough to learn from the mistakes of others.



I have no need to go to war,
In winter cold or wet monsoon ,
Or stare upon the bloody gore,
Of battlefields, in bodies strewn.
I have no need to go to war,
Nor hear the battle sound,
Of those who went before
To seize the battle ground.

I have no need to go to war,
Nor hear the sound of dying breath,
Midst limbless bodies by the score,
Lying in silent death.
I have no need these things to see
Nor more stories, need I hear,
Of brave and fruitless glory,
To feel the stench of fear.

I have no need to go to war,
Nor watch grim death it’s harvest reap,
For countless souls have gone before,
That we might tranquil sleep.
We shall not your sacrifice forget,
For generations yet unborn.
Soldiers brave, their lives regret
We who follow, can but mourn.

Where battle was, now fields of corn,
And fruits exotic fill the store.
Cheerful we rise and greet the dawn,
Thanking those who went before.
In death they paid the final price,
In foreign field on distant shore,
Who dares forget such sacrifice,
Shall pay again, the price of war.

What's a man to do

Thoughts, so many thoughts.
Doubts, so many doubts.
Truths, so many truths,
Certainties so few.
What's a man to do?

Molecules

I am a collection of molecules.
Who'd of thought they were such fools?

Seeing

I am plant yet,
I feel thee.
I am water and
I know thee.
You are man looking blindly.


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What I want, when I want

In a supermarket shopping one day, I saw a child in a push chair, kicking, the shins of a poor old lady!
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Please don't do that the old lady said,
It really hurts upon my leg.
Ignoring her plea,
The wicked child kicked on with glee.
The old lady turned to his ignoring mother for help.
"Please", she pleaded once more, "please tell your little whelp,
To stop kicking my poor old legs,
It hurts, please tell him to stop" she begs.

To which the chavvy little mother replied,
"He's my son and he shall not be denied."
"He can do what he wants, where he wants, when he wants"!
A man overhearing turned and in delightful response,
Took a jam jar from the shelf,
As if to buy it for himself.

Unscrewing the lid, he poured the contents over her hair.
"You see", he said, with an unflinching glare",
As all around began to stare,
"If you are not bothered then it's only fair
That I can do what I want, when I want and where,
Because if you dont then why should anyone care"?

Shades

We are many shades of many colours,
The seconds and minutes in the hours,
The winding valleys, beneath the mountains,
The crystal water of spouting fountains,
The scented petals of colourful flowers,
The winter drizzle in fresh spring showers.

We are the breath of the northerly winds,
The tropical heat on sun burned skins,
The grains of sand upon the beaches,
The mellow flavour, of yellow peaches.
We are the darkness in the moonless nights,
The flash of lightening, a spark ignites.

We are the words that tell a story,
Of history past and deeds of glory,
We are the thoughts our voices speak,
The ghostly shadows, of times antique.
We are father, mother and ancestor feint,
Brush strokes of creation, on a canvas of paint.

We are the yellow and green in shades of blue,
Of colours many, from colours few.
We are the shades of grey in black and white,
The light of day and the dark of night.
We are the music of concerto and violin string,
The soprano and tenor, when we sing.

We are part devil, part god, you see,
One and the same, for eternity.
I am you and you are me,
In varying form and subtle degree.
I am the beginning and I am the end,
I am your enemy and I am your friend.

Wisdom

Some wisdom from our Native American brothers:

An elder Cherokee Native American was teaching his grandchildren about life. He spoke to them.


"A fight is going on inside me ... it is a terrible fight, and it is between two wolves. One wolf represents fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego. The other stands for joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith. The same fight is going on inside you - and inside every other person, too."



The children thought about it for a minute and then one child asked: "Which wolf will win"?



The old Cherokee simply replied ... "The one you feed."

Celestial Chess

It was not my will  to live or to die.
So whose will am I?

Since my will is neither here nor there,
And I know not what I'm doing here,
I am the will of some other force,
Set upon its chosen course.

Since I have no say,
In the coming of the night
Or the passing of the day,
I am just a pawn, in a game of celestial chess,
Whose beginning and end I cannot guess.

I can only embrace the life I am given,
And wonder where from death I shall be driven.

Cascade of Wisteria

Sometimes words are not enough to describe the wondour that is Nature!

Nothingness

A state of nothingness there could never have been,
For from nothingness, nothing has ever been seen.
And if once then why not twice or a billion times more,
Did something from nothing come through the door?