Month: September 2025

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Poems

Don’t ask me too

Don’t ask me to

Seek success, built on others pain
Dirty dollars bring no gain.
I can smell the money, the stench of wealth
 Death embalmed in glitz and stealth.
Enslaving nations, not for me
Harvesting from the billionaires tree

So don’t ask me to wallow in power,
Adding conquests hour by hour.
On the margins let me roam,
With the lost is my home.
Broken hearts, chaotic story,
On the edge, I’ll find glory.

I seek to live in a different way
Works of service here to stay
A donkey shared with the Samaritan man
Sharing my home with who I can.
Speaking words with a different beat
With the outcast take a seat
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Poems

I honour you


A hollow mist and darkened shroud
I sing your name before the crowd.
You’ve believed the lies that see you dead,
So long bowed down…..lift up your head.
I took your shame, stand up tall,
I present my child to one and all.
Don’t let your past steal your song,
I honour you before the throng.
To those in shadows, dark despair,
Embrace the beat that fills the air.

Life, life, life.

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Personal Poems

A different way

XXXXX is a Scott’s boy with an infectious laughing smile
He wears a Leeds kit easily and fits a kilt with style 
He knows what he wants and loves to hold your heart
A very special child an amazing work of art 
One day he’ll be a leader with a kind embracing way
XXXXX you are chosen to live a different way
I hear the crowds are singing shouting out your name
With humility and joy, that will be your game

"Thanks John, very well said"

This was written at a party to celebrate the birth of a child
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Paintings

Postcards Home

Postcards Home
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Poems

A Moment to Embrace

I am not frightened to linger, to stay with my own thoughts and feelings, just for a while. 
There is a rawness in the moment I need to embrace, for within the sorrow there is beauty to be found; a friend to be missed and treasure to be discovered. 
To hide from the sadness is to miss the lessons that sorrow brings.
With the passing of time a celebration of life will come…but as each season progresses to the next, the heavens declare…there is no rush. 
It would almost be rude to pretend autumn is spring or winter is summer, so for now I am content, I have made my choice to stay. 
There is beauty to be found, in the moment.