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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