Sermons And Gubbins

I ended up writing two poems for the pub poetry group this month. This one was based on my own prompt - "put it on the back burner", as I had this, and the next line of the poem running around my head. Language warning in this one, but I hope you enjoy reading it anyway! Burning Issues  I cannot deal with this right now. You know how much is on my plate! I have fires left, right and centre. Yours will simply have to wait. So put it on the back burner  And we’ll burn the fucking house down. And then, maybe, some problems won't exist.      The damp, the plumbing, re-hanging the door,      Repainting the walls, and sanding the floor      And the mortgage - won’t be problems anymore I can at least cross those things off my list. Other things will take their place though. If I've burnt the fucking house down. And then some other problems will have to give;      I'll have new issues to sort, and they'll be tough;  ...

This poem was written for our monthly pub poetry group at the Barking Dog. The prompt for this poem was from Jo - "Don't live half a life". When I wrote it, it took itself in a slightly different direction! Half Life In the pub the other night,  Jeff told me that the half life of carbon is about 5730 years. They use that information in carbon dating,       he said. I never asked Jeff about carbon dating. I don't remember asking Jeff about anything at all,       to be honest. I think about 5730 years is how long it has been since Jeff last dated anyone.      Or anything. Carbon-based       or otherwise. I'm seeing Jeff again tonight.

This poem was created for our July church poetry group. The theme was 'music', and so I had the daft idea to write it as a rap... if you know my accent, you would know this isn't something necessarily in my wheel house! I hope you enjoy reading it though - if you catch me in person, you might actually be able to persuade me to read it out! Through the Music Mu sic is what I’m always thinking of. Music; they say it’s the food of love.     And love is God  from heav'n above: The  C omposer, the Song and the Holy Dove. Music is life, this is how we use it; God is creating me through the music. God is creating me through the music.     God is creating me through the music. Music.     It'll feed my soul,     So give me Rock and give me Roll.     Yeah gimme rhyme and give me rhythm;  Gimme a big bit o' bass go with 'em.     Gimme Jazz and give me Funk.     Mash me up Mozart and Punk. Give me synthesised ...