I saw my neighbor
Slowly shuffling
Cap on head
Bag in hand
Out the door
Across the street
I sat and waited
and drove off.
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Wednesday, 31 July 2013
Superman
Listen
Just be quiet and listen
You can hear the sound
If you will only listen.
That’s right. You can hear it on the wind
From above
In the sky
And in seconds, he could be next to you.
His voice like a flowing river
His words to quench your fear
His presence carries hope
The answer to your prayers.
Listen again. The supersonic rush
When you need him
When you call out
Even when you are unaware.
What is he saying?
It’s the same for everyone
The words you can hear
“Do not fear. I am here.”
‘S’ is for Superman or is it for salvation?
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Written for Poetry Jam
Sunday, 28 July 2013
Trust
Fruit grows naturally
On a
Tree
Engrafted
Connected
We have died
To the
Law
Resurrected
In him
He is present
And real
Rises
Within
Our spirit.
Love of Christ
Bids us
Come
And just
Trust
Thursday, 25 July 2013
1985
1985
Springsteen
U2
On my Sony Walkman
Cassette tape
A certain song
A variable taste
My very own expression
I was
It must be said
Very wet
In rainy Bournemouth .
Back to the future
In a glorious car
Super-charged, plutonium-fuelled,
You’re never sure what decade you're in.
A perfect evening
In comfortable seats
In the cinema
Sheltering
From the rain
On holiday in Bournemouth
The trouble is
I remember
Live Aid
St, Elmo’s Fire
A Room with a View.
And permed hair
Bright green track suits
Warm beer
Dancing
In a hotel in Bournemouth .
I think you understand
Those memories are not so clear,
And that is why,
In time,
I choose to recall your smile
The touch of your hand
The smell of your perfume
The happiness
Of our first anniversary
Shared with each other
In rainy Bournemouth .
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Written for Poetry Jam
Wednesday, 17 July 2013
Chasm
A chasm of remembrance
A river
All my strength
From its source
Believing
Love will heal.
A flow that overpowers me
I take this sign
Such fragments of life
The gift of clarity
The source of abundance
A touch that overwhelms me
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Written for Poets United
Furnace
Your light
Molten furnace
Intense beneath the heat
The light of hope shines in the face
Your fire
Reach out groping for the last chance
Rescue from destruction
The awe of grace
Your love
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Written for Poetry Jam and Theme Thursday
Monday, 15 July 2013
Crimson Act
Poisonous pleasures enthrall our minds
Pleasures of beauty take our time
Trick the good into a crimson act.
See and savour Christ’s infinite beauty
Infinite value bathed in radiant glory
Value of suffering in a crimson act.
Just and good is the imprint of nature
Imprint of God served with divine value
His life a ransom in a crimson act.
Christ is given in this act of grace
Act of dying for this fallen race
Supreme honour in a crimson act.
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