Journeying onward, travelling light
Finding a home with the stars at night
A transcendent pulse, searching long,
The essence of life is your song.
Pyramids and giants, mysterious ways,
The heavenly hosts share your days.
Hear the beat, on and on,
The Father in Heaven loves his son.
It’s time to live again.
“Thank you pal”
Category: Personal Poems
Soulmate
Darkened anguish and empty shroud
I’ve seen you smiling through the crowd.
Splashing joy and speaking life
An easy Rhythm where there’s strife.
I hear them cheering all around,
The heavenly hosts making sound.
There’s only one name on their lips,
As they sway and shout and move their hips
AGA, AGA is their cry.
Well done my good and faithful servant
“I am without words and tears in my eyes! Thank you John.
I am speechless. I feel that God’s blessings have poured on me through you. I do feel really blessed. Your gifts are God given and need to be shared with everyone”.
The Still Small Voice
My gifted one with a transparent heart
My precious child, always believing.
Grateful souls cheering you on,
Walk the streets and you can hear their song.
In the legends of life, you have great fame.
In the alleys and byways, they whisper your name.
A healing ointment in your palm
And offering praise is your psalm.
Stand tall, be strong, you have nothing to prove,
Those around will have to move.
Make way, make way,
AB is here.
It’s time to live again.
“Oh my gosh.
This is incredible. I absolutely love it.
Thank you so much, I am so grateful that you took the time to write this for me
God Bless,” xxx
The Journey
Through the Arctic Tundra, not a friend in site
In the urban cities, bringing hope and light.
Night-time in the jungle, insects, snakes and slime,
Travelling in the desert, thirsty all the time.
Befriending other travellers, beaten up along the way,
An expert at adapting, speaking hope day by day.
I’ve seen your brave heart spirit, never ceasing in the race,
My father’s arms enfold you, with a passionate embrace.
The journeys are exciting but I love the downtimes too,
The Father and you alone as one, buddies through and through.
It’s time to live again.
"Wow John, that touched my heart!!!! I shall keep this and treasure it!"
That’s Me
Gifted and addicted, the fame and the pain
Bed mates together, pride and shame
Loved and loathed, the circle of life
Scaling heights, wonder and strife
The mysteries of time, a panoramic view
Comes crashing down, right on cue
Celebrity status, all can see
The tumultuous journey, being me
Hero to zero, rollercoaster ride
Few friends remain at my side
I try to hide, but not for long
The colourful me bursts out in song
Gifted and addicted, hold my hand
My painful travel to the promised land
It’s time to live again
Be Yourself
Such gifted brothers all around
It’s taken time to hit the ground.
Running fast, a different track
Absolutely nothing that you lack.
Such pride in you, the road you take,
True to you nothing fake
The time is soon, not so long,
Heavens cheers, a different song
It’s time to live again.
A Different Angle
Stand tall, aim high, clarity of thought,
AB my man, you cannot be bought.
Speaking truth, cutting through bull
A whimsical outlook on the full.
Playfully funny, in from an angle
Not a guy with which to wrangle.
You see it clearly, as it is,
Capturing truth through the glam and fizz
Heart Cry
From deep within I heard your cry
A broken heart, a childlike sigh
A flexibility to embrace, giving and taking in the race.
Changing shape always adapting,
Loving the broken, always believing.
Welcoming with arms…opened wide,
A landing place…. safe to confide.
No need for perfection, no need to elope,
The lost and lonely finding hope.
Keep believing…. your time is near,
A time you’ll shed a different tear.
“This is exactly what I needed to hear. Thank you for your wondrous gift John. Very very touching and beautiful. 🙏❤️✨️ many beautiful blessings to you!!”
Appreciation of Beauty
To appreciate beauty is a special gift,
Seeing treasures within that others don’t see.
Further in where the very essence of life forms and sparkles,
the foundation blocks of a person’s existence.
A broad horizon, colour and options stretching before.
To glide and flow where the wind takes you.
The invitation to others still remains, come…..join me.
Resting in the arms of Father.
“Beautiful so grateful John”.
Symphony
Now is the time for a new fresh start,
A complete reset, from a broken heart.
A line in the sand, raise your head,
This son of the king is not dead.
Observing others, in the know,
A passionate heart, creative flow.
Piecing together, commissioning sound
The seal of heaven can be found.
Affirming, timing, each in place,
The symphony of life, the saviours face.
It’s time to live again.
The declaration in your prophetic poem for me is already coming true!!
A beautiful thing just happened……………………………..