Sermons And Gubbins

This poem has been over ten years in the making, but it has only come together properly in the past couple of weeks. It was written as a response to our church poetry group theme of 'Prayer'. And this is my prayer for my children. I hope it resonates, and you're also more than welcome to lay claim to it! Prayer (For Isaac and Miriam ) May you be strong and independent May you always know your mind May you always make good choices  But most of all, be kind. May you always love the person you are May you find it easy to unwind May you always know where home is But most of all, be kind.  May you work hard at a job you love May you avoid the daily grind May you never find yourself in need But most of all, be kind. May you always stand up for what is right  May you never be undermined  May you have true friends who have your back  But most of all, be kind. May you be brave, but never foolish  May you leave your fears behind  May you soar and shine and chang...

  This poem was written for our pub poetry group at  The Barking Dog . The theme, with it being held on St George's Day, was England/The English. I hope you enjoy reading it! The English Abroad (An ode to Flanders and Swann) The English are best.  The English are best. The English are coming; we're impeccable guests. All of the others are rude, foreign pests. The English, the English, the English are best. The lads are on tour And it’s the girls’ big weekender And dad and his golf mates are off on a bender. The English are best.  The English are best. We're off on our jollies, in need of a rest. Sun, beer and sex is our only request. The English, the English, the English are best. We’re off on a plane to your unspoilt land and we'll speak LOUDLY and  S-L-O-W-L-Y  SO YOU'LL UNDERSTAND. THE ENGLISH  ARE  BEST. THE ENGLISH  ARE  BEST. On holiday, we're always impeccably dressed. We'll turn up at the restaurant in flip-flops and a vest. The ...

This poem was written for our monthly church poetry group at St Michael's. The themes to choose from were a Red Sky, Easter or A Waste of Time. This one touched all three. Happy Easter to you! Vigil The sky turned red. At three o'clock he breathed his last as it turned black. It has been hours, with no light since  My sun, my moon, my stars, my Prince. I will stay here, though it is late  I will wait for dawn to break  I will wait for light to be  I will wait until I see  the shadows on the ground again  Our hill,  their  cross, my hangéd man. I'll wait until the sky is blue  I will wait 'til I see you with your body now drained of life  how could there be a better sight  as soon, there'll be an empty cross and who, then, will know to mourn this loss? The grief, the hurt, the pain, regret;  all these things they will forget. Time will all these things destroy  In time, their tears will turn to joy. Passover will turn ...

These haikus were written for our monthly poetry night at the Barking Dog in Urmston. A haiku poem (if you're not quite sure) has three lines with specific syllables in each line: 5-7-5. Ideally, the last line should provide a sense of closure to the poem. I hope you enjoy reading mine! Counting One, two, skip a few. Ninety nine and 1, 0, 2... Never could do maths. California All the leaves are brown  And the sky is also brown  This is some weird shit. Japanese Appropriation  Bonsai Yakuza Kamikaze Satsuma - Haiku abuser Poetic Frustration  The perfect haiku Lies just beyond my mind's grasp. I wrote this instead. Dirty Haiku A Sunday night film  Yes, Detective Callaghan, I do feel lucky. A Haiku for the Morning Maybe one day soon  I'll get up in the morning  At a time I choose? Valentines Day  Valentines Part I How do I love thee? Let me count the many ways : One, two... yeah - it's two. Valentines Part II Roses are not red  Not these flower...