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Golden Hearts - ::POTD::

How does it feel?
It's hard to tell
Sad when I pause
Taking moments to dwell

It's the pearl that is lost
It's the half-empty shell 
It's the un-told story
It's the water-less well

How does it feel?
Deep emotion stirs
Where the long goodbye
Has now lifted it's curse

And the shadowy valley
At last is traversed
So the heavenly moonlight
Guides the soul, now immersed

To the traveller's rest 
Angel bells welcome in
As adventure concludes
Ending all earthly din

Yet, we cheer and we shout
For a presence so full
Not a moment's regret
Nothing mundane or dull

The poet and lover
Of life and it's pasture
Your memory rich
While you journey to rapture

Though a vacancy sign
Is erected below you
As we move to conclude 
Let our words rise to show you..

This love legacy, bright
It will sparkle forever
For you taught us of hope
As you bound us together

It's a beautiful tether
That will never be broken
Your legacy, strong
And of you, highly spoken 

As our eyes may be teary
As these words are no measure
For the gold in our hearts
Is your love's lasting treasure

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Harvest - Spoken Word Prayer

A prayer for those
Whose lives are thin
And shelves devoid of
Bread and tin.

A stronger prayer
For those who stand
With more than enough
In every hand.

For in God's Kingdom
Love is King
And generosity
The trendy thing.

There is no lack
Or chance despair.
No deprivation.
No hunger there.

In God's town..
No cupboards bare.
No hungry child.
No shadow there.

In the City of Angels
No fears you'll find
For hope and joy
Are all refined..

..by hands and feet
Of those who love
And serve the one 
true God above.

So come on people!
Come and see
What God can do through you.
Through me.

It's Harvest
And in the Autumn glow
The words of truth are:
"Reap" and "sow"

For heaven need not 
be a 'distant place'
If we love our neighbour,
At this time.
In this space.

So here's my prayer;
Dear God above..
Open our hearts
Through the power of Your love

And help us to see, every moment we live,
With the eyes of Your generous Spirit. 
Teach us kindness. 
Teach us to give.

For the path may be narrow
But our hearts can be wide.
Under God's season of plenty..
..and blessing
No-one can hide.

And in closing I ask
That I never walk by.
That I look that God given task
Square in the eye.

Keep me soft in the heart
Never letting it harden.
That the Eden we seek
Is right here in this garden.

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Tin Man - ::POTD::

My work is identity
The axe in my hand
No blisters to bother me
As for years I just stand

The weeds and the flowers
Call me back down to earth
The brown rust confuses
Destroys my self-worth

The tears and the rain
Have frozen me here
It could be forever
At least that is my fear

But then I hear singing
And love with a twirl
There's something of beauty
This dog and this girl

She stops to acknowledge
Where my work is so stale
I am rescued completely
My Dorothy Gale

We converse, no lips moving
I creak and I groan
She talks of a journey
To get herself home

I determine to help her
As she's helping me
We walk and we talk
It feels good to be free

It's strange but I know that
She strives for the best
I feel something beating
Once again in my chest

Not sure where we're going
When this journey will end
But I feel like I love her
This newly found friend

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Spiralling

                             Sipping the
                           Poisoned, dark
                         Inky medicine..
               I am Remiscent of a
             strange Alchemy
              silently lulLing the 
            unsuspecting Lovers
             surreptitiously Into the twisty,
                   snakey, turNy underworld of
                                Gnarly trees and
                       rootS that writhe to
                       triP the unwary heart.
               a pastIche of memory that
                       Reminds of 
                      Alluring all
                  the Lost souls
                        sLowly
                           Into the 
                             Nocturnal
                              Gaze of the
                         omniScient
                      ever Present,
                ever lovIng
                    fatheR and creator
                         of All things;
                          indeLible,
                            everLasting,
                              consIstently
                                  eNgaged for
                                  Goodness

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Tea For Two - ::new audio::

Friends..
Take us just as we are;
The rough and the smooth.
Accepted and loved.
With nothing to prove.

Friends..
Need us too;
Or that's what we hope.
Ask yourself this:
Are you sick, phat or dope?

Friends..
Gather together in twos, threes or fours.
Uplifting each other.
House and hearts;
Open doors.

Friends..
Share the mountainous journey,
the struggles, the views.
Friends are honest and patient.
All colours. 
All hues.

Friends..
Whoever they are, whatever they're like;
Be they short, wide or lanky,
called Steph, Steve or Mike..
We should give as we take
and be present, for sure..

..as our friends are forever.
And maybe.. some more.

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Friday ::new audio::

For some the beginning.
For some it's the end.
For many; days just merging
Into the blend. 

But the concept of Friday
Is simply this;
It's the end of the work-week
Sealed with a kiss.

It's assurance of respite.
It's that glorious space
Loaded with promise.
It's the end of the race. 

That comfiest armchair
Those slippers so snug.
It's like greeting a friend
With a lingering hug.

Is it really enough
If it's one out of seven?
Or should we be seeking
A little more heaven? 

I think as I drive
Through the Autumnal streets
That all days are precious
And while life repeats.. 

Relax and enjoy them
Wherever you are..
For loving the journey
Will help take you far. 

So Fridays, we love you,
To the end and the start.
And thank you for helping me
Reset my heart.

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Women's World Cup 2023 - Comp

It's a ball and you kick it
Seems simple enough
But it's more than a game
'cos you have to be tough

I'm not talking a buzz-cut
Or some scars from a fight
For this resolve is internal
Overlook it, you might

You may cuss, scowl or spit
That doesn't impress
Now this game's claimed by women
Swapping shorts from a dress

And the girls that will follow
In their thousands for sure
In competitive joy
This old game has it's cure:

It is teamwork and faith
It is laughter and tears
It is training like crazy
It is banishing fears

There's never been greater
A reason or rhyme
To describe this potential..
Ladies  - this is your time  

For the men have inspired us
Reaching dizzying heights
But the women converting
So many wrongs into rights

Take tenacity, love
Add a wholesome respect
Work ethic unriveled
With the fans they connect

Crossing boundaries, restoring
All that seemed far apart
The game has been longing for
This feminine heart

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New Eyes

How did I not see this before?
The green of the trees
 with their cornucopia of shades
Layered and punctuated periodically
 with a unique dapple of light
Amid the litany of man's failing 
 concrete towers
The leafy giants stride imperceptibly 
 towards notoriety 
Saving the planet
 one gramme at a time
As the humans race past.
The leisurely somnambulants
 biding, stretching, organically
  rooted in their dancing
   to the alternate tune
    of Nature's longevity

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Empty

A life moves on
The empty space
A vacancy
The smile missed face

The heartfelt ache
The hopeful joy
Of knowing birds
Must wings deploy

The silent cloak
Of no-one there
Is draped on shoulders
Poised to bear

A voice, a note
Would lift the heart
Small gesture to
The soul impart

Some comfort
In the knowing that
The gloss of memory
Not turned to matte

For vibrant is
The emptiness
Highlighting your
Full presence, yes

And more
Despite the heartache burn
It waits with Love
For your return

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Uncovered

I button up my cardigan
The weather's closing in.
I'm follically challenged,
not my hairline, but my skin..

As the clouds begin to gather
and wind whips up to boot..
I twist my collar skyward..
deploy my bumbershoot.

And so.. I hurry past you,
we nod but hardly share
the time of day and just pretend
there's no time left to care.

"Is there fear of being open?"
as enclosure keeps me safe,
Suddenly I'm conscious: 
all 
these 
layers
start to chafe.

Old wounds that pierced my skin
don't need to hide away.
The strangest gift; 
these scars;
require the light of day.

But what if..
Summer's sun is early?
A transformation starts..
We feel the authenticity
warming up our Wintery hearts?

For what we crave is 
Love.
Acceptance, sister. Brother.
But first we have to open up..
be honest with another.

Feel the raindrops on our skin.
Unbutton the protection.
Release us to the elements of
humanity's affection.

For deep within us all
there's stuff we hide away..
Exposure to the open air 
and brightness of the day..

..it might be when the healing starts.
Wind, sun, or snow or rain.
Outside it may be different.
But inside.. 
we're all the same.