A refugee child wondered weary and tired
looking for some food, shelter and warmth from a fire
but the snow fluttered from the sky
was Christmas a lie?
Rudolph flew down from on high
he would take the the child to the land of elves and presents
Father Christmas would feed the orphan child a roast pleasant
and show him the love the best present of all
in our hearts we must all break the wall.
On the night of the full moon
reflected in the ice and snow
we went walking hand in hand
to find the ice throne
I was Jack Frost
you were the Ice Queen
walking together in a snow globe dream.
Revelation revealed
Consumers consumed
magic made
steal the stolen
released pollen
bees miss behave
in my mind a wave
In the sea
seeing beyond my eyes
feeling the blue skies
and stars twinkle
the wrinkle on my hand
means I think too much
but it’s eternity I touch…
To go through hell with the lid off
to fight through fire and agony
friends and comrades lost
you cannot count that human cost
to never be forgotten
in a poppy red we are remembered
On the 11th of November.
There was a story like Romeo and Juliet
where they didn’t die
but lived as birds in the sky
I ate from the plates with the willow pattern
I can‘t chant in words of Latin
but I believe in love
It’s light doesn’t just from above
it is a secret that is handed down
from woman to man
Rain falling on the decomposing leaves
cold autumn air breathed in warm lungs
the wind blows muttering ghost stories
into our ears.
Pumpkins carved into wickedly twisted smiles
we dress up for Halloween discos and parties with style
gathering sweets as we go
while the full moon glows
Bonfires built as we wait for the 5th of November
when fireworks will explode and sparkle in the night sky
we remember the gun powder plot
as we toast marshmallows on the bonfire.
You are darkness
but there are stars shining in that darkness
the night gives the stars room to shine
and heaven is a heart that mines
all the diamonds in the sky
for us when we die
you cannot have the light without the dark
you cannot have light without a spark
which illuminates the dense darkness of night
we gravitate towards the light
we need it’s warmth like a beacon
otherwise we weaken
but the dark is place of growth also
and we grow in the dark towards the light.
A man filled to the brim
with importance like a full pint
waiting to have his glass smashed
and the contents on the bar room floor
in a bar room brawl
or drunk or consumed
by time
I unlike have had my confidence dashed
my pint glass gone it’s contents drunk
I skulk in the background
I was only ever a lemonade man
in the shade never seen or scanned
by eyes
my life never pretty lies.
Don’t you remember when we were kids
when you proposed to your childhood crush with a hula hoop ring
sung nursery rhymes and pretended to be king
of a castle and that your friend was a dirty rascal
played hop scotch in the playground
and run across and TIG your it
and you ran across the school yard with glee
just because you could with me
we though it was great to grow up
but we sometimes miss those days
finger painting and art
now all we dream of is shopping carts
and money ain’t it funny
how growing up was a trap
and how we used play was so inventive
creating pretend treasure maps.