the shoes
were walking
the stones
were like rain
feeling like
bullets from a
thunderstorm
my man was poor
the socks
were torn
the home
had a collection
of stones
and sand
the toes
smile by the fireside
Tuesday, 9 December 2014
Monday, 8 December 2014
poem: a small prayer
we can never
understand life fully
but we can pray
for all departed souls
to be blessed
to be hugged
to be comforted
by God
in his heaven
ameen
poem: old mate Harry
we spend words
we buy words
the heart knows
what is right and wrong
the bells ring
in the world
the market
of words begin
keep the price down
me old mate Harry
emotions are the
price of life
Sunday, 7 December 2014
poem: puppy
flowers spread
out their wings
wanting to fly
playing in the sands
of the sunshine
like a little puppy
full of bounce
and beans
rolling those
new petals and paws
as waves of
the blue ocean
run with
the white sands
barking a
summer flute
poem: on my roof
the coins
ring their bells
every soul
wakes up
to make
the soup of the day
slot me a penny
says the bus
says the gas
says the electric
says the car
the bones
run and smile
poem: a small bird in faith
birds fly
looking at you and me
no vocabulary
they print
over our heads
seeing
one brotherhood
of man
the way
God would
like it to be
man flying warm feelings
ameen
Friday, 5 December 2014
Poem: a small picture of faith
i pray for you
that God
grants all your wishes
grants what is good for you
may he give us
the wishes of peace
in every home everyday
may he give us
the understanding
so that every quarrel
leaves every home
so that every quarrel
leaves every country
ameen ameen ameen
poem: A small picture of faith
when we sit
with God
we take to him
many feelings
we may say
God I want money
God I want my child to be a doctor
God I want a big house
this light you present
to God
is a request
it cannot be a demand
his wish may be given
his wish may not be given
his wish
it is here
we bow down
in ameen
Poem: One small picture of faith
many of us
who live
on the gravity
of earth
find it difficult
to maintain
a perfect life
yet people
of faith know
in the gravity
of heaven
our true
reflection of love
for each other
will be the
one brotherhood
of mankind
and all that is created
ameen
Thursday, 4 December 2014
Poem: My Birthday
Today is
my birthday
my daughter
made it special
by her words
that were very kind
but all the credit
is not due to me
there are many
events of life
seen and unseen
that create a journey
and we say
thank you
in our candles
to God
and his creation
and may God
bless every soul
everyday
ameen
Poem: Mr Money
where is
that Mr Money
Honey
if he hates me
I am in a
depression
He bombs
my social status
He bombs
my economic votes
to God I go
in sharp tears
Looking for help
Poem: Shy
the sun
was shy
sitting
all alone
in the room
of the
universe
a shy peaceful
candle of
life
I call him
I bless his heart
Wednesday, 3 December 2014
Poem: Thinking about faith
I am the
cloth of life
my tailor
rolls me out
into many
shapes
I am just
fashion everywhere
your eyes
your flowers
your sun
your trees
your birds
your water
let me sleep now
"O" yes sleep
as well
Poem: Circle
turning
like a circle
i became
the earth
i became
the wheel
i became
the sun
i became
a drop of
rain
i became
just life
Poem: He came
Hey!
Mr Laughter
come in
my soul
paint out
my smiles
be a hero
bubble out
my family
my friends
you are
the light
of all eyes
Tuesday, 2 December 2014
Poem: Light of eternity
faith is rich
it does not own
the material world
it describes
the treasures
of heaven
where the soul
swims in
the light of eternity
not in the
hours of
day or night
which are
shared out
as here today
gone tomorrow
Poem: A door frame
the door
was lonely
a door frame
he got married to
a happy balloon
he became
full of oxygen
opening and
closing
in the light
of life
loving people
by his eyes
Poem: Footprints
The book
was turning
man was
walking pages
Footprints
my boy
our children
catching
the unknown
giving our
environment
better coping
skills
Monday, 1 December 2014
Poem: We honor a dream
It was a film
not really
gone when
my eyes
opened
now I see
my son
a dream
of the night
a universal
language
nobody fights
about
at last
one humanity
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