Stolen off the stove, Killed while birthing When Mam’s not looking, Fingers burning and Tongue on fire – The best way to eat, But no mean feat To dunk in sugar And shovel inside Quick, before you’re seen! Delicious sweet treats Eaten multiple ways Perfect snack every day: Do you drench in sugar Or slather in butter, Join two with jam, Or eat with ham, Have plain ones with coconut, Eat with jam and cheese Or go all out with clotted cream? Nothing comes near To this humble cake – The best ones are burnt, Made with gluten free flour And every one eaten within the hour! Massacre the bastards Before they breed, And hide the evidence; agreed?
Scary situation in Ukraine, our hearts go out to them. Can we really be facing a war in Europe again? Would you see your son fight? Ukraine are calling for volunteers :
Go and fight my boy, Follow your conscience, Go with right, not might, Go help the Ukrainians Defeat the Russian bear, They need you more Than I need you here. We thought Europe was safe That war could never Rear it’s head again, That young men and old Would not die in pain.
Yet here it is. War.
Don’t go, don’t volunteer, I need you here. It’s not our fight, It’s not right To hold a gun with intent To take a life That should be lived. What can one man do? They don’t need you. Stay safe, ignore the news, Bigger men than you Are needed to diffuse This situation.
Yet war is here.
Go and fight my boy, If we do not face Aggressors and stealers Of democracy, What good are we? No one wants to join the fight, Not really. Go and help, No mother wants to lose Her son in war, We’ve lost too many before.
“We think history is in the past, but it’s closer than we know”
I miss you Lyn, More than you will ever know, You above, me below, Our past is linked and Will not be unwritten Or forgotten; A link permanently forged Cannot be broken, Except by the blacksmith Who keeps you safe, Preserved on heaven’s stage Where you will not age, Your blue eyes and gentle soul Will forever be the same, Until the One who calls my name And knows my heart, Reunites our past In a great and glorious future. While the forge-fire of life Refines us here and now In the down-below, The past is closer than we know.
How to manage Father’s Day When you can’t send a card Or a bottle of wine, There’s no twinkly eyes Or a jokey punchline, No gravelly greeting As you come downstairs, Emotional overload In his empty chair. We have to accept The things we can’t change But Father’s Day without Dad Is eerily strange. Throughout the years He gave so much love So while I’m below And he’s up above I’ll feel grateful today That I was his daughter, I was so lucky – No Father’s Day pauper. His spirit lives on Right here in his home His love tangible In the words of this poem.
The war cry has sounded, The game’s begun, We’ve sung for our country, Emotions undone!
The ball’s in play – Penalty points, We’re doing ok, But First AND Second try to Scotland, It’s going their way, Wales are under the cosh, The games running away. Come on Wales, You turned up to play!
A game of two halves, Wales are back in the lead, But Scotland’s not done, The threat’s very real, Scottish try, then Welsh, Just 5 mins to go, We’re one point ahead, Can we get any more? That’s it, it’s all over, The battle is done, Scotland’s defeated And Wales has won!
Pundits will replay Every blow to the joints, The rights and wrongs Of every point, But a win’s a win And we’re two for two – Come on Wales, A Grand Slam’s overdue!
Pandemic slow-down, life in rebound, Slow-motion days While minds play; Racing, restless, shamelessly demanding Answers to prayer that do not come.
Patience. Two syllablesof irksomeness Revving the brain-squall of fractiousness, The caffeine-fuelled maddness of life. Patience. Annoyingly, it cannot be said fast, In any accent, it’s pregnant with pause, A purposeful word. Patience.
Enforced quietude, life in solitude, Time for prayer, not despair; Ardently, purposefully, in undemanding faith, In Spirit-led strength of hope, Pray – and peace will come.
Battling for survival,
In time of drought;
Scourge the earth –
Fear and panic
The new narcotic,
And yet –
Reflecting absolute love,
In the darkness
Because our God walks with us,
To Christ my King,
Hallelujah, You’re alive!
Death holds no fears,
Hold fast and eternally last
Beyond our time or age,
Bound only by faith
And belief in me
As someone who could be.
You’ve shown the way
To beyond today
To more than we can see,
Your love for me,
Stretches every day,
You died for me,
You live for me to be.