Some days do not stick Choosing to slide right byAnd time so valuableIs lost in a haze of regretFor what is of valueIf not timeSo fundamental to all our endeavours.I asked,Some said moneySome said friendsSome said peaceSo I answered “But all need time”Time to makeTime to beTime to appreciateAnd once spent it cannot be regainedUnlike … Continue reading Last Day
Pirouetting and shimmying God moved through the rainWith a smile and a small laughAnd a sound like delight“I made this, I made thisIt’s was all down to me.It soaks to the skinI’m so full of joy”There’s an experience to be hadFor those who dance in the rainWho realise the blessingGet soaked to the skinForsake their … Continue reading God In The Rain Without An Umbrella
A life of patient suffering… is a better poem in itself than we can any of us write…It is only through the gates of suffering, either mental or physical, that we can pass into that tender sympathy with the griefs of all of mankind which it ought to be the ideal of every soul to … Continue reading Thought Of Another
When the war is overThere will be something that we will call peaceWhich suggests all will be rightAll will bring comfortBut it won’tOh the conflict will endAnd we will lay exhausted on the groundAnd tears will be our foodAs we count the cost Assess the damage and wonderWonder if there will ever be a way … Continue reading Will There Be Peace?
The mongoose danced the circle againThe cobra swayed and spatThe tango of death played onYet I have to askWhat profit the mongoose should it the victor be? It knows not what drives it into conflictBut this has always been the way‘It’s what I do’ it would want to say The cat that kills the birdLeaving … Continue reading The Mongoose