Happy Christmas

There is a church in Mentone

that God has grown and grown.
Jesus our Lord
will take you on board
and carry you all the way home.

Moen Poem

She doesn't cry anymore in the honeycomb of truth.
I don't know anymore when the world says forsooth.
A defiant vessel to adore from the brazier of youth,

so sallow and couth.

141 CHARACTERS

All the world's your oyster but all you get is fish stew.
March your atoms forward to reinforce your worldview.
Keep your lies close to you and your weary aim be true.


                      

It's been so long and I've been being.

The sunken bones of the land cry out

agony’s mouth a blue line doubt
keeps us dumb and round about
leaves a starting time to shout.

West moves on and shakes its snout
wears a gun belt like a pout

takes our lives so we have nowt

turns to you and what you felt.

They are pepper and we are celt.

How do you want to be remembered?

I don't need to be remembered.
I don't want to be remembered.
I have helped people and hurt them.
But have you loved any of them?
Wind fallers and truth talkers,
wisdom whistlers and fire listeners,
circle satraps and gingerbread men.
Skyline braiders and angel hailers,
horizon sailors and laughter for all days,
couscous custard for tea on Sundays.
Amplify amply and blue fly gallantly,
drop in culture and widow cranky,
sculptured sinners and glowing innards.
True to you ice cream and no ceiling stains.
Remain in my words and worms in my remains.
Take me gently and feather the pain.
Cloud shapers and humbly make us,
star colliders and pride of life shakers,
and so we sigh and quietly sing...
These are but some of my favourite things.

Cadence

I dont know what you've been told.
My work boots are full of holes.
One thing I know 'bout my soul.
When I'm with God then I'll be whole.

Luke

Luke you beaut you're a prince of the souk
So cute and true a one of a kind duke.

Go far my son and follow the Son.

Be the fulfilment of your dreams

and the wonder of your means.

Mum and Dad love you all life long.