New Poems (2013)

New Year
Emergence
Athiests
Forgiveness
E Pluribus Unum
Friend
Milford Haven
Progress
Age of Aquarius
The Messiah
El Presidente de Uruguay
Past
Proximity
Epitaph
Song

New poetry added October 2013

Bury St. Edmunds
Buckinghamshire
Mr. President
Pembrokeshire
Mr. Braintree
Bishop’s Stortford
Alexander Pope
La Vierge Marie
Yr Anialwch
Braintree
High Wycombe

 

 

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New Year

 

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Am I a neither good
Nor sweet a happy great ?
The stomache in my head
Is fat with voices’ hate.
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An illness stalks my brain.
It stalks the mighty Pope.
Belief in the divine
Births sweet a righteous hope.
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Hope is not a sin nor
An irrelevant lie
For Jesus Christ is good,
Messenger by and by.
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God is the beginning,
The middle and the end.
He watches over us
And is our only friend.
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Emergence

 

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Protect me, Lord, from evil.
From deviousness and hate.
I see a holy father
And see a holy gate.
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In two fields I am myself.
Waldo Williams did write.
With holiness in my soul
Day shall emerge from night.
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Deliver me from evil.
Please walk with me today.
The majesty of your love:
Unaware of decay.
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Atheists

 

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They think they are better
Than courage or love.
However, their ways
Insult the white dove.
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Forgiveness

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Forgiveness is the greatest gift
Bestowed upon the earth.
It allows transfiguration
And the greatest rebirth.
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E Pluribus Unum *

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And the fish on the wall :
Christianity.
The faith of the holy
Is not tragedy.
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Racist, sexist vowels.
Homophobic sounds.
As insulting to God
As ill-gotten pounds.
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I believe in holy
Righteousness, life’s good,
The sanctity of cells,
Air, water and wood.
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The Lord gave His life that
We all may see what
Goodness of Creator
Has given and got.
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The world is the product.
Universe is made,
Created by a God
By whom we are saved.
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* Out of Many, One
(Latin motto of the United States Of America)
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Friend

 

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I am glad that your faith
Is holding your hand,
Giving you the strength to
Give and understand.
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You preach from the pulpit
And speak of God’s love.
I am glad that you speak with
The beautiful dove.
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In the middle of  night
I write of your grace.
In Pembrokeshire’s county
You walk with God’s face.
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Milford Haven

 

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We live in the early days
Of a better nation.
I would not have chosen a
 Better railway station.
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We live in the early days.
English weather : extreme.
Wales is the beginning of
A better reading scheme.
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“Masons visit prostitutes”,
So says the righteous song.
I know to whom my holy
Priorities belong.
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We live in the early days
Of a better nation.
I would not have chosen a
Better railway station.
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Progress

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I rely on words
To speak to the sane.
Already Wales is
Marginalized pain.
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Madnesses : the gifts,
Provisions divine,
Forces for goodness
In terms of God’s rhyme.
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Plato was correct.
The truth is his sound.
Progress is not some
Strange meaningless ground.
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Advancement : goodness
Nearer to the flame
Of Jesus,sweet Lord.
We know His sweet name.
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I burn these short words
On  altar of hope
Because my belief
Enables me cope.
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Progress,the virtue.
The gift of a sound.
Progress is not some
Strange meaningless ground.
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Age of Aquarius
Groovers of the universe,

I think we can agree
That Cymru is a nation
Beside the Irish Sea.
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Groovers of mad holiness,
Don’t be embarrassed.
Fight Metaphorically on
The side of righteous sight.
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Groovers of the hapless good,
Don’t blank and think of sin
Celebrate with the Lord
and Let Holy Earth begin.
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Groovers of the pioneers.
Don’t be embarrassed. Be.
Celebrate with happiness,
Cells, life, air, joy and sea.
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Groovers of a happiness
Read, contemplate and sing.
May the voices in your head
Celebrate life and King.
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The Messiah
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He spoke with the rejected,
The lonely, raped, abused.
This was the kind of life that
His destiny had choosed.
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Sometimes he walked on mountains,
Sometimes in valleys deep.
He walked beside the sea and
Preferred his counsel keep.
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The visions and the voices.
His heavier state of call.
He prayed for lighter moments
Of love for life and all.
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And when he met with loving,
A terror grabbed his skin
For that is where the terrors
In life and world begin.
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Mentally ill are sacred
Consequences of blue.
Amos and Isaiah were
Two prophets of the new.
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El Presidente de Uruguay
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Mujica es pobre
Pero rico tambien.
He’s one of the best.
One of the men.
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(Translation)
Mujica is poor
But he is also rich.
He’s one of the best.
One of the men.
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Past

“Your sensitivity is spoilt”.
An envious told me.
The colour of his paint brush meant
The world to little me.

I left the righteous sock
And bled in loneliness.
To Jesus Christ I turned
And sacred words confess.

 

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Proximity

There is a fairer glance of hope
In skies and mountains green
Revealed in the golden joy of
Cymru,the righteous dream.

The oceans blue. Far divas smile.
A poverty walks fear.
A madness encapsulates the …….
The beauty of the near.

Laugh if you must. Smile if you can.
A treasure writes this ink.
If I once lived a hundred years,
I’d have no time to think.

 

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Epitaph

He tried to love you, darling.
He tried to love you,dear.
However,the love inside
Contained a vicious fear.

Wandered amidst the lonely,
Rejected and abused.
In the sanctity of life
His integrity fused.

Was traumatized in childhood.
He was and is and should
Walk with the holy martyrs
Of happiness and good.

Some may laugh at the holies.
Others may mock the few
Who give their life to God and
Create of old the new.

My sight is diminishing.
An overweight sublime.
Would like to get to know him
If happiness had time.

 

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Song

O we are the mad.
The righteous insane.
The ones that they love
When no-one’s to blame.

The joy in my head.
The voices of hope
Provide me the means
With which to a cope.

Don’t laugh at the good
Or mock the divine.
I’d like to know you
If I had the time.

Feet walk yellow sand.
Sweet Jesus is here.
Aware of himself
And riddled with fear.


Buckinghamshire

Gerard’s Cross.
You can say that again.
He’s absolutely furious.



Bury St. Edmunds

Why should I?
He’s not dead, is he?



Mr. President

Good morning, Mr. President.
O would you like some cheese
And do you know the way to Rhoose?
Imaginations please?

And do you know the way to sing?
Inspire both sheep and goat?
The holiness of madmen does
Keep all our dreams afloat.

Good morning, Mr. President.
I think I’ve said enough.
Football once knew a manager
Whose name was Brian Clough.



Pembrokeshire

Pembrokeshire, my county.
My foot and my ass.
Historical cocktail
Of people and class.

Pembrokeshire beautiful.
The west is the best.
Any who counter-word
Are merely a pest.

Her beaches and castles.
Her mountains and streams.
Her greenery,churches
Ressemble fine dreams.

Cathedral of David,
That palace of hope,
Enable the troubled
To prosper and cope.



Mr. Braintree

Good morning, Mr. Braintree.
I think we can agree.
O Cymru is a nation.
It means a lot to me.



Bishop’s Stortford

Bishop’s Stortford.
Bishop’s what ?
Bishop’s Stortford.
Never heard of it.
What is a Stortford ?
Is it legal ?



Alexander Pope

He was never a Pope, was he ?
Know.



La Vierge Marie

Ou se trouve la consequence de mon amour,monsieur ?
Elle se trouve partout, Ma Dame.

Virgin Mary (translation)

Where is the consequence of my love,sir ?
It is found everywhere, My Lady.



Yr Anialwch

Ble mae’r anialwch ?
Nid yng Nghymru fach.

The Wilderness (translation)

Where is the wilderness ?
Not in sweet Wales.



Braintree

Isn’t Braintree in Essex ?


High Wycombe

High Wycombe
Hi !
Nice to meet you !
How are you this long time ?


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