Barstools, beers and lonely cheers

Sideways glances, sound and fears

Top of the loft, corner of the street

Just dropping off, by chance again we meet


Perched high above on a leather bus seat

Looking down on you as sun and horizon meet

Living through pictures on your wall

Passing on paper cranes, love and all


Resonating strings and sings around

Searching for words unspoken sound

Fathom feeling depths unknown

Silence falls like shell shock tone


Rivers of lyrical, satirical rhymes

Flood down the mount of eternal time

A single vase of living water, blooms

Tapped from the source in our living rooms





Fostering Love

Years ago we dreamt of a foster child

before our numbers grew

We believed a child

could grow in our home

yet affection would misconstrue

no desire to return the favours you give

no gratitude for the way we live

With this in mind I watered the soil

to love and care for you

Companions on the Journey

I don’t have the strength to carry

I’ll walk beside, stride and leap

I’ve been up this way before

and I know the path is steep

If the darkness overwhelms you

take comfort in One and all

who are ready here to steady you

and would hate to see you fall.


The higher up the mountain, the more treacherous the path.


Verse picture source

Master Stonemason

Amidst vineyards and streams

rickety bridges, burnt ridges

lies a stone pillar erect

Ebenezer, rock of help to protect

Teach, observe, promise to serve

no wicked intent or self-serving word

Mizpah, watchtower, amidst almond flower

The Master carves out his heritage dream

Gentle rest in valleys green

Shepherd’s wake from hilltop eye view

Finds source of springs to refresh and renew

Lest our wine-skins burst at their seams.

Image: William Mark Fisher painting – American Gallery WordPress