Dear Lord of all creation

In the south we look to the northand in the north we look to the south.Wherever we are we look to the oppositefor the mystical sunshinewe see in others eyes.That promise of plentyeveryone seems to have.Each life is individualto be lived the same way.Each will have separate roadsalong which to travel.Each will find somethingin what…

took one look at meand then ran away.It always does thatand I don’t know why.Maybe I have a facethat just makes it want to cry.And so comes the rainhoping to wash me away,but I am rooted in manureand that doesn’t wash away.That’s the story of my lifeas it always rains on me.So come back Mr…

for all those sinner to repentthe sins they committed all week.In their Sunday bestlooking smartly dressed,they amble down to the churchand take their place on a pew.After several hymns they sing,the minister gives his addressof how the evils of the worldare creeping up on all of us.How we must be always waryin everything we doas…

reach up to the heavensand their streamssparkle under the warming sun.I’m going west.Where the wild flowers growand spread a coloured blanketas far as the eye can see,and the majestic deer run free.I’m going west.To God’s Garden of Eden,a place of peace and tranquillity.Where skies are always bluelike skies aught to be.I’m going west.To a land…

around and around the clock hands go roundstopping always when the spring unwindsaround and around we go on life’s never ending roadaround and around.People pass in lonely spheresnever talking never stoppingstrangers, friends and familystrangers are we alwayslonely in our worldwe pass on and on.Uncertainty is foreverlasts and lingers oneternity is impossibleend must come sometimewhere do…

sweet scents drifting in the airas warm gentle breezesruffles up our hair.We are specks in eternityour voices raised to the heavensas we sing our summer song.Our lives are filled with vibrant coloursheld within a constant glowas we walk along the hedgerowswithin our summer song.24 September 2009

until it effects someonewithin our friends and family tree.We never look at the dangersthat face our daily lives.It is only when something happenswe take notice and realisethat we are not as immortal,as we thought we are.

believing the fantasythey have built around themselvesof how great they are.The shallow walls they built around themselveswith one stone could crumble away.You see them in their peacock gloryprancing around everywhere.Their heads stretched above the cloudsbelieving their own myth.Their feet of clay can only erodein the full flush of tidal waters.Their peacock strut will become a…

watching the tumbleweeds rollwhere the wind does blow.They watch the dust trailsthey leave behindon their wind swept questrolling on to find a place to rest.17 January 2008

They stood above a grave in silenceand spoke to those buried there.They said a silent prayerfor God their soul to keep.Laid some flowers for their loved oneand a tear did weep.Even as the years passyou will always see them therewith their thoughts of their loved oneswho had long passed away.4 May 2008

only to impress someoneto make them like us more,but in our haste to impresswe are flawed by mistakesand success eludes usat every turn of the road.Then when those we wanted to impressfade out of our livesand we look backat what we have donewe realise we don’tneed to have to impress anymore.We then start to do…

I can hear their accusationsabout my supposed bad intentions.They all know this hurtI feel in my heart.No one is perfectI know I am notI don’t try to hide my sinfor I feel the guilt within.Some show smiles outsideand let tears fall withinfor no one is perfectwe all have a conscience.I hear their angry wordsthat drive…

we give no second thoughts to the lives we destroyand the destruction of their homes.Half the time we think them unimportantwithin the natural scheme of things.Each creature on this planethas its role to play.We only share this planetand we should take care of it,not only for ourselves,but also for everything that lives on it.Sitting in…

memories of times in the past,pass through my mind.Never to meet you again,sadness echoes in the silence,life gone, laughter denied.Therefore, I let you rest,no more suffering.I say a last few words to end;you were a friend,now to be sadly missed.Gone are you, but not forgotten.Goodbye and God bless.29 April 1980

an author’s child,born out of blood sweat and tears.Its pages fading corners,now untouched by inquisitive fingers.A book of knowledge,soon to be lost in time,as years take their toll in decay,and old man’s dream,is soon to rush to dust.

We want to spare them worrying,as we feel that might be better.The problem is it hurts them more,when they eventually find out,what was done with good intentions.

but only one will remainthroughout our life.For everyone there is someoneand when you find themyour life will become a new springwith its shoots budding each dayuntil in our summer it blooms into lifeand then we know we’ve foundThat special someone.16 February 2011

At first, we do not notice ituntil one day we think of them.Our date of birth, houses numbers we have lived in,our children’s birth dateand our brother or sister’s date of birth.When you look at themand one number seems to readily appear,you begin to wonder if that numberhas some bearing on our lives.The number linked…

in their lives.Some people worship their loved onesas being the most precious thingout side of heaven they will ever get.Some people declare to everyonethey have no precious things at all,but their way of thinking has a tiny flaw.Everyone will have something precious,something that they wouldgive up their lives for.Something so dear to themit is worth…

of things that othershave long forgot.They dance aroundinside our headswhenever we liedown upon our beds.Crazy thoughts of things we didin the young lives we lead.They seem crazy nowin the years as we grow.They still linger in our memorythose days when we were free,the days of our carelessnessand acting a bit crazy.24 September 2010

My desk is filled with odds and sodsgiving no more thanabout six inches to write within.Sometimes I write parked in my carsitting behind the steering wheel.Its not that I write bettersitting like a shrivelled up prune,it is just that they are the only spacesI can get my writing down.In a confined space somewhere.31 January 2008

and maybe they could well be right.I love my cuddly toys,as I am six going on five.I even go away at weekendsto play cowboys and Indians.In my case,it is Preachers and Indians.Yes, it could be quite possibleI am a big kid at heart.19 February 2008

it is only a question ofhow and when that remains a mystery.Scientist the whole world overwould love to find the solutionthat could extend our lives,letting us live longeryet remain in good health.As the population nowis living longer with each passing year.Four hundred years agoif you were forty you were old,but now at forty we are…

you can hear someone mowing their lawnfrom more than a mile away.It breaks the silence of where only nature can be heard.All you hear is the whine of its motor everywhere;it drowns out the gentle soundsthat are relaxing to the ear.You will be happy when they finishand silence returns once moreand your ears are again…