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Dave Timperley Poem
I was a Soldier
I was a soldier many years ago,
How time flies, where did it go.
To many places I was deployed,
Never too long before I was sent,
To fix things electrical was my bent.
I saw no action, that's how it was to be.
No matter where I was,no medals for me
I signed up to serve, wherever I was sent.
Invalided out, from FARELF I came,
No hero's welcome, just a whole lot of pain.
Didn't want Civvy life, thought it was a drag.
I guess it had the edge on a body bag.
I see guys coming home, leaving limbs behind,
A struggle to get help for their case do they find.
I see a disgrace on this government today,
They sent our best to fight in lands far away.
Our young fought and died in some foreign affray,
When you see them homeless,out on the street,
Let your heart go out to them as you hear them cry.
Because there but for fortune, go you or go I.
© Dave Timperley May 2016
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On that fateful day He went away,
His disciples hid, full of fear and dismay.
His family gazed through tear filled eyes,
At the man non believers had despised.
The veil rent in two, which man could not do,
The sun was eclipsed when His time was due,
The guard at the cross was filled with awe,
As he realized finally, the son of God he saw.
He was laid inside a gifted tomb that very day.
Before the Sabbath time came into play.
Sunday morn the women came to prepare,
They found the stone rolled away, he was not there.
He was not there but his grave clothes were,
Folded neatly on the cold slab of his rest.
Mary cried where is my Lord? Help me please,
The "Gardener" said "Mary" and gave her ease.
This revelation hit her very core,
To the others this news she bore.
Disbelief was her reward for this news,
Until in haste to the tomb they flew.
They now knew what he said was true,
He had risen to save both me and you.
He came among them in the upper room,
To show he had left an empty tomb.
He told them to remain in the city ,
He said to them, you must not depart.
For when I go to my Father, I will send,
The Holy Spirit to fill your heart.
© Dave Timperley 20/04/2019
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God made Adam out of the clay,
A friend for walks in the cool of the day.
Eden was all that Adam had to tend,
But God decided he needed a friend.
From Adams rib, God did conceive,
A companion for him who He called Eve.
How long he walked with God we do not know,
But it was a good life without sorrow.
But this all came to an abrupt end,
On that morning Eve he did comprehend.
For from the moment she was activated,
Adam's life was aggravated.
Each day became an infernal drag,
Because all she did was NAG, NAG, NAG.
The grass is too green, the flowers too bright,
And where do you go in the cool of the night?
Where do I go when I want a chat?
I've got no friends, did you think of that?
You've got a job, God did you proud,
All I get told is, don't touch that, it's not allowed.
I'm going to leave, with nothing to put in a bag.
Adam said yes, please go, then no more NAG, NAG, NAG..
© Dave Timperley 2013
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Dave Timperley Poem
To Work In A Hospice Just Be There and Care.
Bring yourself, It's all that you have and it's real,
Everyone needs to be understood and to feel.
Treat others in the way you want to be,
Hear what's unspoken, listen for the key.
Encourage folk to say what they need,
Remember your limits , try not to exceed.
Every time you give, someone receives.
Allow yourself feelings, You are not perfect,
Never share outside except with the staff elect,
Dying is a lonely journey, let your care be your gift.
Care and love, let yours show,
Anxieties of your own, just let the staff know.
Recall happy memories, folk like that a lot,
Empathy's good but sympathy's not.
A way to remember the rules of engagement in The Hospice.
© Dave Timperley. October 30th 2014
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As I sat at my computer, wondering what to do,
A whisper in my ear said, I have a job for you.
Startled I looked around but no-one was there,
I was alone in the still of the night.
I recalled my wife told me of Samuel,
A prophet back in biblical times,
I felt foolish, knowing what I had to do,
I was alone and simply said, God, is that you?
I am who I am the whisper came back,
And I have a job for you
I have looked at your life through your veil of tears,
And have decided just what to do.
Are you God? I asked, hardly daring to breathe,
If so then I've something to say.
Why has my life been so hard to live?
I've struggled right up to this day.
I've been kicked and beaten, left battered and bruised,
Laughed at, spat at, abused and accused.
Each time I have tried to better myself all these years,
It's ended in sorrow, no laughter, just tears.
God, have you seen my distress from the start?
Why didn't you help stop a breaking heart?
I love you much and have never left you alone,
Through your trials and pain I see you have grown.
I have watched and waited for many years,
I have carried you long through your veil of tears,
The strength you have now is through My love,
Protected and guided by Me up above.
Remember the times when life looked so bleak,
Times when death was all you would seek.
No signs for the future, just lay down and die,
Who helped you My son? It was I.
You have asked many times why can't we move on?
Each time we were stopped, to help out someone.
Just when we thought it was safe now to try,
Someone else came along and on us did rely.
There are many I love and will never let down,
So I trained you My son through your years of despair.
When folk needed help, I knew you were there,
Sometimes just a shoulder to show that you care.
You have done many things, the world cares not a jot,
Your faults are forgiven, I remember them not.
When you work for the Lord sometimes you may stumble,
I will not let you fall if you remain humble.
Thank you Father for letting me see,
The wonderful life you have planned for me,
The journey is long, and hard every day,
But through it all I have learned how to pray.
I'll follow You Lord, Your path I will tread,
My future secure, no longer I dread.
No fear for tomorrow, each brand new day,
To help someone else to move on their way.
© Dave Timperley 2012
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Our jobs were all done yesterday,
Got up to a sunny morning today.
Breakfast done and dishes washed,
Another coffee and my comfy chair,
Just gazing about seeing what's there.
Azure blue sky and a gentle breeze,
All in place for a morning of ease.
Birds drink at the fountain I made,
They also drink at our water cascade.
Bees gathering nectar for their Queen,
All in the garden is quite serene.
Butterflies flutter by, cicadas chatter,
Pigeons in the Pine having a natter.
A large bright green lizard ambled across,
For all the world saying Hey I'm the boss.
Smaller ones flitted among the pots,
Prehistoric animals that time forgot.
And so the day passed in our Cyprus place,
A coffee, a book, our dogs in a lazy space.
© Dave Timperley 30 July 2017
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I'm drifting Lord, I'm all at sea,
You came along and uplifted me,
No rudder Lord, i'm feeling shallow,
Lord, be my guide and I will follow.
I'm drifting Lord, I'm all at sea,
Lord I pray,come, rescue me,
Alone was I to sit and cry,
You gave comfort by and by.
The world's so big, so cold and cruel,
Your love to me is lifegiving fuel.
When I am feeling close to You,
My world is safe and warm and true.
Friend, if you are feeling low today,
just get on your knees and pray.
You'll be amazed that when you do,
You'll find the Jesus Way is true.
© Dave Timperley 2012
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In my quiet times I often try,
To remember places I've been.
To recall folk I have passed by,
And sights that I have seen.
There is nothing wrong with my mind,
Sometimes my memory is quite refined.
I think it's filled over many a year,
With so much junk, nothing seems clear.
So, I made up my mind to write it all down,
To recall it all caused me to frown
It started like I was in the dark,
A memory flared, I was in the park.
That day in the park was just the lever,
I found my mind was as good as ever.
Tho' times and places got out of line,
I wrote it all down, now wasn't I clever!
I'm nearly at the end of my story,
A journey I'm glad that I took.
For my grandsons to read in years to come,
I'll call it Granddads Book.
© Dave Timperley 2012.
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I love my God, He is my Dad,
I didn't know Him when I was a lad.
Given a penny to take to church,
Spent the penny left God in the lurch.
Went through life doing no-one ill
Still not doing the Masters will.
Married had kids, all well and good,
Still no church but knowing I should.
Then came trouble, children rebelling,
Bills through the door threats compelling.
Future looks bleak, nowhere to turn,
Heading for hell, I don't want to burn.
Cried out to God, I need your help.
Sorry for being an irreverent whelp.
God answered my call as only He could,
He said honour me, I said I would.
My life turned around, got better each day,
For the good things in life, I just pray.
© Dave Timperley 2012
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Run barefoot thro' the park,
Dare to stay out after dark.
Kick up a storm of Autumn leaves,
Watch the birds nest in the eaves.
Go skinny dipping in the brook,
Climb a tree to test your pluck.
Race thro' woods in dead of night,
Look for fairies in pale moonlight.
Watch the trains thunder down the track,
See the smoke belch from its stack.
Peer down the dark tunnel up ahead,
Here there be dragons we fear and dread.
Witches fly across the moon,
Casting spells riding on a broom.
Don't let them see or lest you'll be,
Turned into a toad for all to see.
Run fast, run fast,
Get home at last.
Ragged breath from heaving chest,
Safe and sound at mothers breast.
Happy now, sat by her chair,
Your not a meal in the dragons lair.
Boys and girls play out at night,
Trying to be brave but full of fright
Mother has called me in for bed,
A welcome drink and toasted bread.
It's the end of the day,
For a sleepy head.
© Dave Timperley 2012
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