If I can give… a moment

If I can write words to heal a heart

to help someone else’s pain depart

if I can offer joy to a little child

give them a lift to be happy & calm

not over anxiously wild

have fun in the days to come

a positive outlook of joyful fun

if I can die for others to live

then I can go quietly without worry

In a peaceful sleep

to have blessings in my soul to keep

Poem of Bart shape (kind of)

A Rut is similar to a Rat with a ‘U’ instead of an ‘A’

living off scrapings left behind

No improvement of any kind

a Hamster stuck on its wheel 

round in circles 🥶 on a pleasure thrill

fragility in blindness forgone the kindness

take away the heat, eat seed not meat

three blind mice, there is one with a cane

Tick, Tock, Tick, up the clock again

dreadful goes the thought

when the creature comes

You are once again caught

all that saving for nought

See the pattern

begins the face with a Bart 

looking for a start

you cannot see

for looking at

Time to Fly

Passing the most wonderful years of my life 

four years and four months to be precise

such a wonderful place to behold

troubled in mind, yet everything concise 

doing my best for Van, Gillian & Callum 

losing my heart on love not Valium 

Ryan my friend, Ryan my boss 

Colin’s friendship, he is a loss 

the wind brought change that did not suit 

Moving along without the boot 

if things did not change they stay the same 

all my friends not one to blame

time to go, make a change in life

not even a word to my lovely wife 

feeling sad and a little blue

Jade & Carolyn, Lisa too 

thinking of the young that grew and grew

forever more I’ll think of you. 

The Robin

A Robin flew down from a local tree

while I sat on a bench musing history 

it decided to land ever so close

Staring at me with a knowing pose 

I gave a morsel of seed from my bread

the Robin ate well, until it was fed

a little chirp later flutter away

be great to see it again some day

Brothers and Sisters

Spirits all around, the mystery no one knows

guide of the Holy Spirit reality or a show

Morning onto night, not a day to delight

shiny silver dagger splinter in the heart

violent egotistical being ready to depart

never could begin, never could they start 

apologies are easy, forgiveness a strength 

love and respect, a kindness without the length 

bridging the gap of love, a blessing from above

make peace in your head before, all are dead 

Or

One way or another 

it will work out

One way or the other

Surge and Rush

Go through the door crafted from steel

for you heartedly step then slip on the cill

a window in age consumes what has gone

remember the person who was once known

the spider crawling its eight legs of craft

the vines of the history that were meant to last

be brave in the venture, strong in the choice

have the the last laugh be full, then rejoice

newly welcome yet not fully known

a day in the future of the grown

be slow to steadfast, patiently quick

understand what is expected that is the trick