I looked across the table and was astonished to see,
a little green man looking at me.
I blinked a couple of times,
even pinched myself to make sure it was real.
He was, you can believe,
and my breakfast he was trying to steal.
We pulled at the bowl,
no one getting the upper hand,
and then he stuck his finger in the bowl,
and sucked out the blinking lot,
milk and my snap, crackle and pop.
The moral of this story.
If a little green man comes to breakfast,
Get an extra bowl.
28 April 2007
to guide us along the pathand lead us safely home.The ladies are simply calledFaith, Hope and Charity.Faithis our faith we holdas a bond so dearthat the good Lordwill guide us awayfrom the evil that we hear.Hopeis that new beginningthat rises with the morning sunthat our day will befilled with abundanceof joy, laughter and lovefrom dawn…
1941 – 2003Today my mind seemed everywhere,but on the job, I was doing.It started in my childhoodand moved into my teenage yearsand finally into my adulthood.Along the way examining the rootsI had laid down all those years ago.Unfortunately, they were not firm rootsand I drifted from here to there,my heart never settling in any place…
and it was officialLen was now a granddad new.His emotions got the better of himand his eyes began to leak tears of joyfor this new 8lb baby boy.He felt like a bag of nervesnow the waiting was through,and dawning his red and black leathersmounted his yellow Red Bull mean machinedoing wheelies around the car parkand…
sheltering under their scornful gazeas night passes through to day.Where the robbers of my soulstand in mocking linewith claws that slashthe moments memories in time.As darkness enraptures the nightthe demons returnto the canopy of broken bonesto stare their scornful gazeat my paradise lostin the thunder of tormented yells.
Ever since then my brainhas run amok.At first there seemnothing had effected me.Now I see something did happen,someone has left the tap ondeep inside my headand the words and poemsjust keep pouring outeach and everyday.Since October 329, writtenand they are coming more and more.Can someone please help meto turn that damn tap off?Everywhere I go…
New life sings to our imagination.Visions of different placeswhisk us away fromour day to day routineto capture the magicof new experiences somewhere.2 June 2016
