Anything New?-A Poet's Quest

 I want to write something special

Something that will stand the test of time 

Something that cuts through the everyday

That future generations say

Wow, that's a cool sweet rhyme!

But hasnt it all been said, written, sung 

And is it true there's nothing new under the sun

I cannot rest, here we go an idea, 

Way in, spark, has just begun.

So what is it that makes us want to write, create

We don't want to rely on AI to replicate

Is it not in our DNA for as our maker says 

'See I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up, do you not perceive it'

 I look and listen, I believe it.

And though I'm no poet laurete and sure won't make the nations favourite lines

'If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs, and blaming it on you' would be a great one, but it's Kipling's not mine.

I take my hat off to the Shakespeares, Wordsworths, Betjemans of this world 

and  keep plugging away,

Yeah, make the most of  what I'm given, be thankful 

And simply pen what comes my way.

What Would They Say

What Would They Say

 In loving memory of John Barrass Fox 3.2.1937-15.1.2026.   Acts 10. v42

My much loved Uncle John died the other day,

Died in his bed overnight, full of years, suddenly slipped away.

He'd been caring for his wife my Auntie Anne,

But didn't appear that day,

Time went by, the alarm was raised, and they found him as I say.

He was a lovely man, quite eccentric,

With a beard in which you could nest

And wore shorts, even on Christmas Day.

I wrote a card to the family ,so many memories,   There'll be a service on the way.

Of course moments like this make me think again about my life, and what would they say?

Of our own mortality, and to make the most of each and every day.

I hope they'd say, he was a good man too, even wore shorts like his  Uncle John and remember him on Christmas Day.

But mark this and mark it well, at the ending of our days

The  only one who counts for you and I is what Jesus has to say.

What Can I Say

 What Can I Say

A song that sums up Psalm 139

V1

What can I say, What can I do, 

Where can I go from your  loving presence    rpt

Chorus

You know it all, you planned it all

Almighty God

You know it all, and I give my all

To the Holy One

V2

Every thought, Every plan

Each day that lies before me    rpt

Chorus 

Mid 8

In the highs, and in the lows     BM C

In the joy and  tears.    Bm C

You're changing me day by day,    Bm C

Into the likeness of your son    Am F

To be a part of your church and what's to come. Am F

To see your glory shine D

Chorus and rpt

Crime Drama

Crime Drama

It seems we like a crime drama, arm chair detectives many are we.

My wife prides herself in sussing it out and is usually far ahead of me.

There's  always a new one on the tele to feed  that  desire within- good against evil, justice, getting the baddie-  it could be a Thin Blue Line comedy, something gritty, violent behind the sofa time, real fly on the wall docu- what have The Met done now, a Scandi dark one, heist, courtroom, who dunnit Morse,  or a cosy Marple,  Midsomer Murder- who'd live in that village,  and then there's  the one who got away, remember The Shawshank Redemption, that twist reveal, I remember it to this day.

Don't know about you but I grew up with Kojak- 'who loves you baby' (suck lollipop if you have one), Starsky and Hutch, Ironside, seems like nothings changed, as we watch the latest at our firesides.

Could go on and talk about crime novels such as Dostoevsky's Crime & Punishment and then the real life criminals- The Wests, Sutcliffe, Shiphams of this world. 

But theres one crime in history that stands out to me; The one where we all had a hand in the death, and it's not Agatha's Murder On the Orient Express in case you're thinking, no, it was  the innocent one, who carried the can, that you and I may go free.

I Told You

I Told You- the joys of getting older 

What are you doing this afternoon? 

Going to town to pick it up, I told you

You didn't tell me it was ready

I did

You didn't 

I'm worried that I told you and you didn't remember

I'm more worried that you think you told me when you clearly didn't. 

I know, let's  just forget it then and not worry about it

So you ARE going into town then?

Yes darling, if you say so.....