Tag Archives: poetry

What did I forget?

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I know what I remember

It says so on this card

That really is quite easy

The other stuff is hard!

 

There is a moon round Jupiter

Or maybe that’s the sun

You see I can’t remember

I wonder what I’ve done!

 

Years ago I knew the truth

The reasons they put forth

Now the problem surely is

My thinking has gone north!

 

Silly me that phrase is wrong

It really should be south

I hear the stuff that’s spoken

All by word of mouth!

 

Now I wonder what I meant

What I had to say

It all is going sideways

It seems to every day!

 

The things that I remember

Are written on a card

It makes my life so easy

When others find it hard!

 

They Still Answer The Call

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Engine 19 one fateful night

Raced to the site of a fire

The men moved as one

They knew what to do

They knew that lives

Were at stake

 

Fire has life, it hungers to grow

But heroes stand in its way

They fight with the knowledge

That they must not lose

A child could still

Be in danger

 

Company 12 lost one of their own

But he still answers the call

The engines are dark

All polished and still

And yet he wanders

The yard

 

The heart of these fighters

Is second to none

Their fear is simply a tool

They race into danger

And battle their foe

Our safety their only prize

 

Remember the fighters

Men, women and steeds

Over the years that were lost

Some still remain

And wander the earth

They still answer the call.

He Nudged Me

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I was lost

And so unsure

I felt I was adrift.

 

What is right

And who is wrong

Choices must be made.

 

And then He nudged me.

 

I took a path

I did not know

And wondered at the time.

 

I heard words

And voices raised

In honour of a man.

 

I saw a light

Soft and clear

That beckoned in my mind.

 

It was His light

That I followed

And now the choice is clear.

 

All because He nudged me.

 

Children of the Storm

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The mighty winds are lashing

Torrential rains awash

The storm is in its torrid throes

The darkness still unfettered

 

Beneath the stately boughs

Of a kingly oak

A gentle mother waits her turn

Small life within her breast

 

While all around her quakes

The world has gone askew

The gentle mother bides her time

Until new life be born

 

And now the time is near

The storm still rages on

With perhaps a tiny sigh

The baby chicks are born

 

There is no greater offering

That is ours to give

The gift of life is wondrous

Though stormy be its path.

Breaking Bread

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Let’s break bread you and I

And share a thought or two.

Let’s take a wondrous journey

He’ll show us what to do.

 

A table has been prepared

Where we can sit together.

Praise and prayer as one

May our journey last forever.

 

Each chapter as is written

Is the journey of our lives.

We walk the path that He has set

And all around us thrives.

 

I place my hand in His

And trust we walk as one.

Join with me this very day

In speaking with His Son.

 

Every day we wonder

What the future has in store.

I can say for certain

With God I will see more.

A House in the Forest

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There’s a house in the forest

That’s hidden from view.

Wait I can see it!

I can see it, can’t you?

Behind the closed door

Are secrets untold.

Do you want to go see?

Let’s dare to be bold!

The secrets for telling,

The fun we could gain!

But other’s distress,

In some cases pain.

I think we should stop,

It’s the right thing to do.

The house in the forest

Stays hidden from view.

I Once Knew a Man From Cornwall . . .

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I once knew a man from Cornwall,

He managed a famous fish stall.

Then late there one night

Was something not right

And Syd was not seen there at all.

 

Now another man known as Ned,

Had always wanted Syd dead.

A stab in the back

A horrid attack

And now that stall’s full of bread.

 

I’ve heard that Ned had wife.

And evil were his skills with a knife.

The killing he’s done

But he’s not on the run

Because now he’s doing 20 to life!

I Can See

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I have not seen the face of God

He does not speak to me.

But I look upon the wonders

Everywhere I see.

 

A single rose does blossom,

And a sprig of grass does sprout ,

Are these the wonders of my Lord?

I think there is no doubt.

 

I stood in awe and watched

As an infant drew a breath.

I held the hand of a woman

As she journeyed into death.

 

Sunrises and sunsets

Paint a beautiful sight.

These are things that I can see,

The miracles of light.

 

A simple breath is drawn

With words that we can share.

Because we really do believe

These wonders are not rare.

 

Every second matters

You and I do too.

Love should be a part

Of everything we do.

 

And now I understand

What it means to be.

I have seen the face of God

He always speaks to me.

I’m Trying

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The Lord is my Shepherd

And I have been found wanting.

I know Your commandments

But they are so very daunting.

 

I kneel and I pray

As I have been taught,

But in seconds it seems

I remember what I bought!

 

Forgive me my Lord

But that dress was so fine.

I knew You’d forgive me

I prayed for a sign.

 

The rain and the thunder

Was that washing my sin?

Or simply reminding me

At the psalms I should begin.

 

Each day I try harder

To keep your tenets at heart,

But some days I swear

I can’t even start!

 

Yea, though I walk

With You by my side

By journey is blessed

You know I have tried.

 

Thou art my hope Lord

For the future that beckons

When evil is near

I’ll try not to take seconds!

 

Guide me my Lord

My heart is truly yours

And one day I pray

I will be at your shores.

Recipe for life

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A dash of humour

Is a spice I adore

Curiosity of course

Of that I want more.

 

Compassion and tolerance

Are vital I trust

To properly season

This stew we discussed.

 

You’re not done yet

There is still more to learn

Keep stirring I pray

And don’t let it burn!

 

Next add a pinch

No more and no less

Confidence is needed

To this I confess.

 

Kindness goes in

And generosity too

We always need manners

And not just a few!

 

Honour and honesty

Are herbs for this pot

Perhaps some wisdom

I’m not asking a lot.

 

Next sprinkle the top

With a generous amount

A smile is important

On that you can count.

 

Now let it simmer

And cook all the way

The ingredients must meld

For many a day.

 

Too many cooks

Can spoil a good broth

So just let it bubble

Away from the cloth.

 

The day will come soon

When the recipe is done

And serving the stew

Is when life has begun.