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Fruits of Sanctity

When dark clouds gather, ghouls and ghosts
Liars and haters claw
Remember this, look to the light
To keep each heart so pure

For there let peace reside within
Resting each weary mind
Holding onto kindness and truth
With gratitude unwind

And seek a path of hope forward
Be intent on love’s own way
Forbearing, goodness, patience, faith
And joy day on each day

Then tether to benignity
Where fruits of sanctity
Will liberate from oppression
As grace thus sets each free

Mo Jo (Motivation)

Mo Jo’s packed his bags and gone
He’s walked out in a huff
Said “Do you know I’m so fed up
And have had quite enough
I’ve battled through the thick and thin
I’ve stuck it out this long
But seriously, how do you think
We now can get along?
If you are not prepared to work
Won’t pull your weight at all
So now I’m going; I’ll not be back
Don’t even try and call
Cos after everything I’ve done
You’ve really worn me out!”
And with a sigh, he turned his back
He didn’t hang about

And that was the last that I saw
Of Mo Jo as he left
For he never came back again
And left me quite bereft
For only when he’d gone did I
Realise the good that he
Did day on day and night on night
Whilst motivating me
The little niggle deep within
The comforter, the friend,
The gentle kick up ass to prompt
And always comprehend
Persuasion, drive and fortitude
Working with focused might
The smallest thing to galvanise
Impel, egg on, excite.

But strangely over time I’ve learnt
That though I miss him so
I can ignite a drive in me
To replicate the flow
Of motivation through these veins
And light a fire to roar
Fervently with perseverance
That won’t go out for sure
Cos though Mo Jo was my buddy
My wing man way back then
There’s something more creative
And re-li-able when
Self dependence and inner drive
Triggers the ‘go go get’
Attitude that I need in me
To reach the goals I’ve set!

People Watching

They walk along the pavement
Some short, some tall
Some thin, some fat
Some inbetween
Old, young, middle aged
Boys, girls, women, men
Blond, brunette, ginger, grey
Quickly, slowly,
Energised, weary
Rushing, dawdling
Stopping, starting
Chatting, in silence
Together, separately
And yet ….
Not one smiles
Why is that?

Self

A fettered self beholden to
The whims of others folk
Will render fulfilment debunked
Empty and rather broke

For living for extrinsic might
To be ‘in’ at all cost
Will cast one out of their own self
And leave them feeling lost

For though gregarious to all
The outside world they seem
Inside they’re shrivelled, lonely hearts
Hurt, craving more esteem

And so my prayer for these dear folk
Is one where they will see
Their true worth based in who they are
Less who they try to be

For deep within, a rainbow’s end
Lies hidden out of sight
Where the elixir they crave
Rests quietly day and night

Poisoned Dwarf

When you come across a poisoned dwarf
The only thing to do
Is realise that in all truth
They’re evil through and through
Intent on nastiness and spite
Revenge and speaking ill
And sad to say they sour a day
Much like a bitter pill

But try and rise above the grief
And venom that they spread
For through the rolls of bitterness
A lost soul curls up dead
Within each one; a broken heart
A babe who’s known no love
Who fails to reflect kindness, grace
Bring peace on wings of dove

A story of great sadness and
A tale of woes; remorse
Where dwarf has been left wanting in
Time and throughout the course
OF a life that has little to
Rejoice about with glee
Less playing havoc with others
Driven by jealously

And so do not repay with hate
Try to not answer back
But stick to ways that honour truth
With light shining healing their cracks
To blast away the bad and bring
In goodness through and through
Reflecting kindness and hope for
Poisoned dwarf to imbue

Bricks and Mortar of Life

In life it’s far too easy
To get hold of some bricks
And build up walls or barricades
Thinking they’ll do the trick
Of blocking confrontation
Keeping the out-group out
In ways that when alls said and done
Do little without doubt

Yet if we use those bricks to lay
A path on which we walk
Together we will learn much more
Can listen and can talk
So that assumptions render none
Judged in a way that they
Will feel abused; misunderstood
Or hurt in any way.

So given half a dozen bricks
A bucket of cement
Use these tools wisely to embrace
A life of good intent
And pave ways forward that ensure
Each opportunity
Considers truth; upholds goodness
And paves integrity

Mouldy Man

There once was a man
Who turned into mould
As the days turned to years
And he got a tad old
But the question that’s begging
Was the rot always there
Or was it simply his sell by date
Ended last year

For from a nice person
He turned rather sour
Getting greener and greener
With each passing hour
And the smell he emitted
Was for certain so bad
A fungi of decay
From this quite rotten lad

But that is what happens
When you buy into rot
Lest never forget
Let it not be forgot
That those who lose sight
Of what’s right and what’s wrong
Will turn into mould.
Before very long

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