Poetry

Holocaust Memorial Day

It is awful to think That we can be so cruel The slaughter of the innocent The death camps The deadly duel   The Lord knew from the very start How cruel we can be And warned against all violence Solves nothing don’t you see   How then to engage the world How to solve…

Via Crucis

  I think you’ll go to heaven When you’re seventy-seven My grandson said to me I’m seventy-six I haven’t got much time!   Lucas is five The age for asking questions Death and heaven are on his list just now But I hope to prove him wrong And keep singing my own song Every day…

Steaming North

  A steam train took me north Away from home Seventeen years I was Scarcely grown Chris joined us at Carlisle And joked as was his style About haystacks As native settlements   Late afternoon We pulled into Stirling station A semi circular kiosk laid out there I thought it homely cosy Welcoming And what…

Your True Self

They say when you hit forty You are responsible for your face The point it makes is worthy Self pity a disgrace The early years are learning years You have to learn the tune But by the time you get to forty That’s when you should croon   The numbers aren’t exact I know For…

God’s Will

Mark 3:31-35   Happy Valley paints for us the scene Traumatic stories Troubled homes the norm Drugs and dodgy dealings Control freaks on the loose And police pick up the pieces While others turn to booze   Our families are anchors In a world of crime Refuge from the cold outside Safety every time Knowing…

Unforgivable

Mark 3:22-30   Big Wigs from Jerusalem Will put the upstart down These experts in the Law Will annihilate this clown His healing power satanic That their expert view They spread that word abroad That will do for you   For this the Lord has telling words So serious the charge You destroy the whole…

Gone Fishing

Sound and solid fishermen Men of Galilee Mending nets to go again And hunt upon the sea Yet open to the wider world Their own philosophy The journey of this mortal life Whatever that might be   They knew the preacher heard him talk Seen what he could do Healing sick folk here and there…

Robert Burns

Dark haired and good-looking A man in love with words A poet and a lover His feast day now returns Not all of him was lovely But who are we to scorn A man like any other His frailties well known   I found his words a student They held me in their thrall What…

Hidden Things

Ireland was a romantic place to me Scene of summer holidays and free Open air and mountain views Turf fires burning wear no shoes A paradise on earth and utterly   For others it was hell and misery Magdalen laundries another history The State bowed down before the Church Many folk left in the lurch…

Crowds

Mark 3:20-21   Stampedes or a crush Crowds are dangerous Unless there is control It will be the end of us   Hillsborough or Burnden Park In 1946 Bodies lying on the ground At a sporting fix   Crowds can only cheer or boo That is all their power Chant your name and carry you…

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