Has God a plan for me?
If he has it is yet to be.
I sing God’s fame but do not use his name.
The name unspoken.
Shall my and his hour come round at last?
I am a blast from the past.
A golden oldie, rather mouldy.
I must put myself aside, God died.
Have I failed or never tried?
Has God committed suicide?
Then I’m on my own.
Man who never was speak through me.
Infinity is no small thing.
Let your voice ring.
My voice is small.
Why speak at all?
I know I must.
Before I return to dust.
I am made of mud and stars and so are you.
Who seeks the true?
Before we kill the Earth and God and all.
I love life that’s why I speak at all.
One voice however small.
Hear the call.
You are not alone after all.
I end my rhyme.
See you next time.
I often end with a joke.
Sorry I spoke.
I mean my word.
Let the dead man’s voice be heard.
30th June, 2018
Can I transcend my origins and rise above it all?
As a lark in the clear air sing a song of small?
Oh that I could oh that I would and see things as they are.
Maybe some day I will be at one with my guiding star.
14th June, 2018
The consummation of body and soul.
The truth will make you whole.
But when, eternal mystery?
He and she.
What about me?
30th March, 2018
There is a road where our house used to be a man said to me.
My old family home has now thirteen houses on the site, alright.
The only constant is change said some Indian man.
Is this God’s plan?
If things remained the same life would be very tame.
More of the same.
Each day is different, you have good days and bad.
Don’t let the weather drive you mad.
Its not that bad.
I lived in a house with a lovely view, now I’m happy where I am.
God don’t say damn.
What a fool I am.
Someone said I should write a song.
Where do I belong?
This is my song.
Don’t let me go wrong.
How long, oh Lord, how long?
How long is the road home?
Home is where you are.
So said my guiding star.
I am, I am, you are.
Friends disappear and new ones come along.
A neverending song.
I sing my song.
Move with the times or die.
I tell no lie.
14th February, 2018
I was seventy-seven years old yesterday, now I’m older still.
I don’t feel I’m over the hill.
I met a man yesterday and said its my birthday next week, he said its his too.
He will be sixty-two.
I said I’m healthy, is he, he said thank God yes.
He was a pleasant companion, God bless.
I said another year nearer to the end of life, you never know when that will be.
He said its written in a book when you’re born, wait and see.
We spoke of mortality.
I said it says in the bible we know neither the day nor the hour.
I did not use the expression me oul’ flower.
I thought of writing a poem on my birthday but didn’t so this will have to do.
Happy birthday to you.
13th February, 2018
If I became rich and famous might I become obnoxious, I asked a friend, he said do you mean more obnoxious than you are?
I don’t own a car.
God may be sparing me for something, but what the Hell?
Fame has not gone to my head, I have obscurity instead.
Its not hard to be humble when no one knows you’re there.
Ask me, see if I care.
Could I possibly stand up to fame?
You don’t know my name.
I am honest, I am poor.
May the truth endure.
7th February, 2018
God exploded forming me and you.
The universe too.
A suicide bomber with a cause.
Someday he will reform again when there is peace between men.
The universe expands, contracts.
Aware of its acts.
We die, we know that for sure.
God is the cure.
It has all been most interesting, an old lady said.
Then she rolled over dead.
One day we will all be one.
Wait for the last line full of fun.
I’m not the only one.
Eternal peace and happiness.
Free us from this infernal mess.
A cat called Kess.
18th January, 2018