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Carry the Joy

The Joy we feel at Christmas
Fills our lives with cheer
We could try to make this feeling
Linger throughout the Year.

How good to feel so happy
On every single day
To lift our spirits skywards
And chase all sadness away.

We could help needy neighbours
And show them that we care
Show badmen how to live well
Or tell the lonely we are there.

Think of all the kindness that
Would follow if we were to say
I will try and live my life
As if it's Christmas every day.


Let us live as if it's Christmas every day.
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Broken Heart

You left me and you did not turn
Another row - we never learn
No "sorry" words this time were spoken
I just felt my heart was broken.

All the many times of joy
We were a happy girl and boy
But the ring we bought was an empty token
You never knew my heart was broken.

All the places we have seen
Mountains white and valleys green
Moonlight kissing, holding hands
Laughing as we made our plans.

The things we did as a happy pair
The future was coming and we didn't care
Now alone I must go on
And all the dreams I had are gone.

So our book is ended, the cover torn
Our children now will stay unborn
Pleading words are what I choke on
And you still don't know my heart is broken.
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This England?

We can be happy you and I
if we look around us in this England
we can choose if we stay or fly
and have food and clean water at our command.

Whatever we are told we do have clean air
- see how the lichen grows
and our rights though not written are there
and the whole world knows.

We can vote out shallow members 
and the corrupt do eventually stand trial
we need only fan the embers
of a system waiting in the wings.

Skylarks still sing in the fields
and Cabbage Whites are back in strength
we freely collect what nature yields
and can walk about after dark.

We can worship any God we nominate
or have none of it if we so choose
in protest we can march or congregate
and its only our energy we lose.

So think, and think again before you chase
sun-blessed places promising dollars or yen,
for truly this is a fair and free nation
and its like won't surface again.

OR
So however you think you are doing 
compare your life and be happy
living here is not so bad
its just the weather that's so crappy ......
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Thank You Present

I bought you some flowers today,
the idea just popped into my head
I had just passed by my old house
and was glad I lived here instead.

I was lonely in that old place
and the vomit rose in my chest
as I relived the despair for an instant
but soon the pain came to rest.

For now I live in happy chaos
within a surprising peace
for surrounded by love and affection
I bask in blessed relief.

So there you have the reasons
why the idea came into play
to stop at the very first florist
and bring you flowers today.

Big Wind

What if a great big wind came
and picked us up
and dropped us on some lonely shore?
Would we try to leave or make it home?
Could we stay there ever more?

The experience would change us
for ever.
We might adjust and stay without regret.
We might just sit and search our souls
and be as happy as we can get.

Shall we wish for a big wind to
change our lives
if our 'humdrum' needs rearranging?
We could relish the new challenge,
and start our bored lives achanging.

Summer is on the Way

Ah Skylark, Skylark
It's March and yet you sing
So early this time - 
So what will summer bring?

The warm and sunny days
Will burnish your happy song
Fields and ponds and leafy lanes
Will surely sing along.

For you are the harbinger
Of English summer times,
And as the world warms and changes
You will be busy in these clines.

The sound of your call freezes
My troubles old and new
For one blissful moment
I fly up there with you.

April 2004

Old Man

What's your story
Old man?
What have you seen
And done?
Put down that watering can
And sit here in the sun.

Tell me of wars
Old man
Times short of work
And food
Did you serve or work the land
Just did the best you could?

And after that 
Old man
You say you took 
A wife
Had a child but lost her
So ran away from life.

You ran for thirty years
Old man?
And never more saw
Your home?
Do you find this garden
Has cured your need to roam?

Are you happy now
Old man?
Do you hear the
Skylarks song?
Is your soul at peace here
Have your demons gone?

I've heard your story
Old man
So I know what 
To do
If life is cruel to me sometime
I'll get a garden too.