Here’s one I wrote to advertise a writer’s forum (that is no longer active, so hard to regard it as a success, but I still like it):
The Power of Words
Worlds rise from great primordial minds
Vast forms are sculpted true
Bleak mountains scaled, eroded, mined
For gems of dazzling hue.
Lives bloom in city, forest, field
Their stories long to tell
Artists toil and sweat to yield
Inspiring works to sell. Continue reading
A man better understands
The treasure he has lost
Than the one he carries with him
Each and every single day.
The wisest man begins
By acknowledging his ignorance;
There are none so very lost
As those who think they know it all. Continue reading
Were there but an ounce of humour in this wretched soul of mine
It would howl in pure derision at this current party line
That a human’s not a human ‘til he’s exited the womb;
For his and his dear mother’s sake we furnish him a tomb.
But then a tomb is far too personal, a wasteful show of pain,
So just dump him in a bucket and then pour him down the drain.
You refuse our most magnanimous permission to now praise
Our superior compassion and enlightened human ways?
How callous and intolerant! Now hang your head in shame
At your hatred of a woman’s right to indulge passion’s flame!
Be silent in our presence! We know all about your kind,
Just ignore the shears and vacuum as we open up your mind.
A sweeping move that threads a path
Through organised defence,
Exposing pearl-white gates to our
Most hostile of intents.
Trained muscles work in harmony,
Team members’ minds are read;
Anticipating well-timed runs
To keep a step ahead. Continue reading
Another oldie:
Eight Years On
Who can doubt the wisdom
Of the yes I said that day;
With all the gifts and blessings
That have since come my way?
Your love is so astounding,
So deep, so strong, so free;
Most baffling of all is that
It’s fully aimed at me. Continue reading
This year I managed to do the following to both my brother and my sister, so I wrote this by way of apology:
What Forgetful Brothers Do
They mean to call you on your birthday,
They find they can’t get through,
Then what happens next
Is what forgetful brothers do:
‘I’ll email them tomorrow’,
They decide, and so they ought
But when tomorrow comes around,
Life’s crowded out the thought. Continue reading
Where now the fangs of yesteryear
That pinned us to the dust,
Reminding us of all our failures,
Weaknesses and lusts?
All shattered by a holy cry
As He hung on the cross,
And all I thought enormous gain
Is now but minor loss.
The ghosts that haunt our murky past
Now give us different pause;
To treasure His abundant love,
His mercy and His cause.
Come see the dance of life entwined
That flows throughout this place;
Come leave the dull and drab behind
And slow your frantic pace.
Come watch the dance of life entwined
Soak in it’s warming light;
Each dancer loves to serve its kind
And in their joy delight. Continue reading
As is tradition, each year on the anniversary of the first time I emailed the girl who is now my wife, I write her a poem and send it to her on the 1st of May with instructions to read it on the 2nd. Here is this year’s effort:
Thirteen Email Years Ago
Scattered thoughts, deflated hopes,
My lonely soul was on the ropes.
Resigned to life without a love
And then He sent one from above.
He used an unexpected route,
No lightning bolt or vision cute.
Instead a boy who liked to tease
And made us both feel ill at ease. Continue reading
What is eighty years of life
When eternity awaits?
A puff of dust, a flicker
That is gone without a trace.
And yet the choices we now make
Send ripples though the years
That will give young minds pause to think
And question their ideas. Continue reading
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