Category Archives: Poetry

Addled

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An addled mind,

The dreams won’t let go.

Struggles to wake,

This battle’s for show!

 

There’s grit in my eyes,

And drool on my lips,

A crease on my cheeks,

And a kink in my hips!

 

I must be alert,

For this life I now live.

Expectations galore,

They take and I give.

 

All work and no play,

Or play and no work,

The rhythm’s all off,

I feel such a dork.

 

The answer is plain,

To questions I ask,

It must happen now,

An ominous task.

 

But do it I shall,

By the strength of my will!

I should be remembered,

For ages until . . .

 

I lay down beside me,

My pillow is soft.

Another five minutes,

Of dreaming aloft.

Trust

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I Trust in the Lord

His word it is good

To pray every day

I know that I should

 

But I am at fault

In the eyes of the church

A silly old sinner

Who continues to search

 

I want to know truth

To believe what is said

Then life interferes

Too many lies am I fed

 

But faith is a given

Sent from above

I just must believe

In the power of love

 

I trust in my Lord

And believe in His word

I pray every day

May my sins be deferred

 

Religion for Seniors

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Lord I have a problem,

I pray you’ll lend a hand!

It seems I’ve lost my way again.

I don’t know where I stand!

 

I can’t remember where I am,

Or what I need to do.

I am sitting in a church,

As I was drawn to you.

 

I’m afraid I have to say dear Lord,

That book we use each day?

The print is now so very small,

I don’t know what to say.

 

My memory is getting fuzzy,

I forget some things, you know.

Perhaps a little help is needed,

Before it’s time to go.

 

As a child I knelt with glee,

And said your prayers each day.

But now my knees are aching,

For relief is what I pray!

 

I live by your commandments,

I learned when I was young.

I sing your songs of praise,

But it sounds like devil’s tongue!

 

Soon will be my time to rest.

I pray it’s at your feet,

There is one more tiny thing,

Let’s not be quick to meet!

In the Year Two Thousand

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We are shifting into a new culture

Different customs and arts

Embryos raised outside the womb

Buying a fetus in a supermarket

Perhaps carbon copies of ourselves

Breeding races of polka-dot people

With red eyes and green tongues

Producing choice babies

That harbour superior brains

Prime hearing and vision

Becoming unrivalled athletes

At a tender age.

We want science to rid us of

Human defects

We don’t want freaks in our new society

We eliminate diseases or hide them

From the public

While scientific advancement produces

More difficulties

Whether social or psychological

We want science to unburden the public

The gift of better physical health

Could be accompanied by emotional agony

And these are not science fiction fantasies anymore

But real dilemmas

We may be trapped in our future nightmare.

We are going to have to invent new politics

With new ideas and quests

We are playing with explosives

New technologies are so powerful

That they alone could abolish society

We can’t suffer governments to reign free anymore

For they own society

We crave a movement for authenticity

Not actors as politicians

For technology is a shock

To our nervous systems and our politics

It slowly destroys our roots.

People are beginning a search for a leader

A saviour to piece our world back together

A saviour like the one named Hitler

Society will never be as it once was

Because society is in error.

Future shock hits the old harder and sooner

For they breathe familiarity

They could once give good advice

Because in the past the future

Resembled what came before

Now we face a future that is similar

To neither the past nor the present

Both young and old will have to brave

The pressures of the future

As we walk blinded into darkness…..

 

 

 

I wrote this when I was in high school in the mid 70’s after reading Alvin Toffler’s ‘Future Shock’.

Lesson Learned

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But is it?  As a species we have only been aware for a short time.  Archeology and anthropology are disciplines that delve into the scientific study of human activity.  I am sure some would say we have progressed amazingly fast but perhaps too fast.  We barely have time to understand our innovations before they are replaced by something better, faster, stronger . . .

In the seventies I wrote a poem called “In The Year Two Thousand”.  It was probably written for an English Class.  I don’t remember how it was received but it stayed with me.  Just a few lines:

We are playing with explosives

New technologies are so powerful

That they alone could abolish society

We are so excited by the next ‘new’ thing we don’t stop to question what we are doing.  That may be a mistake.  If your boat springs a leak, fix that before you invent a new propulsion system.

We have survived World Wars, pandemics, and terrorists’ attacks and we are still here. Why have we not fixed the issues that led to these problems?  Hatred, poverty, diseases are rampant and yet we are excited by a new phone.   A phone.  Yes, it does allow us to keep in touch with each other and it is a great tool.  I am afraid it has become a tether.

It really is only one section of society that is connected to the cell phone. A great deal of our world has neither the technology or the resources to support that technology. A great deal of our world is only concerned with living. They are concerned with finding enough food and shelter and safety. We have become complacent in far too much of our world. With complacency comes arrogance.

But we live in a world that is rich with resources. We live in a world that is wealthy beyond belief with raw talent. There is such an incredible beauty here right in front of us and yet too many focus solely on a 4 x 6” screen with pretty lights. Have we gotten our priorities skewed?

More than any other era, we are living in a time when almost anything is possible. Almost. There is one thing that seems to be lacking, the one thing that could change our world immeasurably, one thing.  And it is not something brand-new. It is not something exotic and rare. Will. One little word. The problem is it is more than just a word. It is action, it is a force and it is an idea. And we all know there is no greater weapon then an idea. Once it is entrenched it cannot be stopped.

But our will has been subverted by pretty shining things that distract us from the problems we need to fix.

Both young and old will have to brave

The pressures of the future

As we walk blinded into darkness…..

 

Growing Older

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I know I getting older,

I know I’m not a kid,

But please somebody tell me,

Where it’s all been hid?

 

My sights not 20/20,

My eyes are growing dim,

I saw a pretty lady once,

But it seems Her is a Him?

 

My abs have gone on Walk-About.

I think my hair has too.

I’d like to hope they will return,

But I really have no clue.

 

Twenty years has snuck away.

And I am wondering why.

Have I really just forgotten?

It makes me want to cry.

 

Really, I was always there,

I truly had a blast.

If memories are all that I have left,

At least it was my past.

 

Tales are told of a misspent youth

I cannot say there’re true

But when I’m old and cranky

Perhaps I’ll do it too!

 

 

A Missed Day

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Tomorrow is the day,

Start running I will!

Salads for lunch,

Lose weight with no pill!

 

The next thing you know,

Days have gone by,

You missed it again,

You think with a sigh.

 

Tomorrow anew,

My routine begins!

I dedicate my life,

To stop all my sins!

 

But there’s a party tonight,

And a luncheon to do,

Next week I’ll begin,

On making me new.

 

Perhaps the next month,

Would be better to start,

A new way of living,

Ooh I love this new tart!

 

Never forget,

That day that you missed,

Is now gone forever,

Forever dismissed.

Jesus Walked With Us

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When Jesus walked the earth

Our dear Lord Make it so

A teacher here is needed

So much we need to know

 

We sing His songs of praise

And deep within the words

Is everything we need to know

Just like the morning birds

 

We can walk the world with Him

Resting gently in this place

All it takes is a little Faith

To reach that state of grace

 

To reach that state of grace

All it takes is a little Faith

Resting gently in this place

We can walk the world with Him

 

Just like the morning birds

Is everything we need to know

And deep within the words

We sing His songs of praise

 

So much we need to know

A teacher here is needed

Our dear Lord made it so

When Jesus walked the earth

Who Shall I Kill Next?

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Betty sipped her coffee hot

And watched the scene below

It was a busy market day

And the crowd was all aglow.

 

Children were laughing and running

Between the shopping stalls.

Mothers with prams were trying

To manoeuvre makeshift walls.

 

Nearby long-suffering fathers

Trying to look so cool.

Or at the very least

Not appear the fool.

 

Betty could see the thieves

Trying to work the crowd

They tried to be unnoticed

Their work was not allowed.

 

Then the Workers of the Night

Came looking for a score.

It looked like easy pickings

As they peaked around a door.

 

Now Betty had a code

That she followed to a T

She could not bring herself

To hurt a child you see.

 

So she would stay away

From the mothers that were there

The fathers on the other hand

Who said life was fair?

 

Though it might be easy

But it really was a thought

Men could be the target

She wondered if she ought.

 

She was getting bored.

Somebody had to die.

Should they be deserving

Or one who caught her eye?

 

The sun was setting for the night

Soon the light would dim

Work was needed to be done

It’s not a silly whim.

 

She heaved a sigh, and flexed her arms

And prepared to take a life.

Perhaps she’d use some poison

Or perhaps just with a knife . . .

 

 

Chapter One . . .

Stimulating the Senses

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Cologne on the neck

Of the man you adore

Perfume on the woman

You leave wanting more.

 

Rain on the grass

Just after a storm

Brilliant new flowers

The air silky and warm.

 

The breath on your cheeks

From a baby’s wee cough

A delicate moment

Where nothing is off.

 

The sight of a sunrise

Just kissing the sky

A snow covered lake

The air crisp, cold and dry.

 

The senses were meant

To be stirred and caressed

A stimulating moment

With which you are blessed.