Sunshine Beyond The Clouds

Life Rap ..
Homelessness messes people up mentally
What’s this meant to be ? The 21st century ?
People freezing on the streets they aint meant to be
Without a home no friends no family
Stealing to eat so they be banning me
In the meat wagon feds they be ramming me
But it’s a roof for the night that’s my plan you’ll see
Brothers and sisters on the streets they’ll all agree
We’re just shadows and outcasts of society.
Mental health saying split personality
Got my meds now backtrack to reality
Loop hole in my mind it’s insanity
I can’t escape it like I can’t defy gravity
Demon inside, back off you aint having me !
I aint asking for a saint or a saviour
Just saying I need some help with my behaviour
Cos apparently to myself and the public I’m a danger
The way my mind is superman won’t save ya
Even if you’re god-sent born in a manger.
( David McNally )

Lines Of Duty ..
It’s God forsaken, nothing less
This jungle land, this wilderness
This land that nature’s claimed her own
This land so very far from home.
These mighty hills and valleys below
These rivers roaring as they flow
Towards the far and distant sea
Like lost souls in eternity.
And everywhere this jungle growth
By nature’s hand completely loath
To yield its secrets unto man
Secrets of a forgotten land.
Bamboo clumps, a stifling mesh
That rips the clothes and tears the flesh
That makes man curse and long to be
Away from all its treachery.
Malaria, illness, skin disease
Insect bites that never cease
Scorpions, snakes and leeches clinging
Monsoon bugs incessant ringing.
Oh for the day when the hostile men
Are driven from this land, and then
We can leave this Burma and
Return to our own beloved land.
( Dennis Leedham )

The Pub ..
The pub is a quaint old tradition
Where beer is dispensed with a smile
By barmaids with huge, heaving bosoms
Who are chatted up once in a while
It’s a place you can take all your problems
There’ll be someone to lend you an ear
Who’ll be patient and most sympathetic
While you sit there and cry in your beer
It’s a place often ringing with laughter
Where the news of the day is debated
Whether football, religion or politics
A carnival mood is created
So go down to your local this evening
Make merry and drink of your fill
Cos you know you’ll be cosy and welcome.

Dear Friend ..
I’m hoping that these words
Are somehow able to express
How to have you as my friend
Brings so much happiness.
For whenever I can see
Only grey clouds in the sky
And all the joy in life
Just passes me right by.
I know that you are there
To help and encourage me
And to remind me that there’s sunshine
Beyond the clouds I see.
There aren’t any words to thank you
For always standing by my side
For being there to share my happiness
And the times when I have cried.
So I feel so very privileged
To know that every day
I have a friend as kind as you
To walk with me on life’s way.

For Gladys ..
The jungle is dark my darling
And danger is ever near
But through it I hear you calling
‘Come back safe my dear’.
I hear those words you said to me
It seems so long ago
Before I sailed across the sea
Before I met the foe.
Now as we creeping through
The jungle’s dark and gloom
I whisper, ‘I’ll be back with you
My darling, one day soon’.
( Dennis Leedham )

England’s Rose ..
The day we lost our Nation’s Rose
Tears we cried like rivers flowed
The Earth stood still
As we laid her to rest
A day you and I will never forget.
( Written by Lewis Hamilton to mark the 20th anniversary of Princess Diana’s death )

That Lovely Weekend ..
My darling, here’s my letter I’m writing through my tears
A few sweet words to thank you for lovely souvenirs.
Memories you gave me still echo in my heart
I’ll dream of then while we’re apart.
I haven’t said thanks for that lovely weekend
Those two days of heaven you helped me spend.
The thrill of your kiss as you stepped off the train
The smile in your eyes like the sun after rain.
To mark the occasion we went out to dine
Remember the laughter, the music, the wine.
That drive in the taxi when midnight had flown
Then breakfast next morning, just we two alone.
You had to go, the time was too short
We both had so much to say.
Your kit to be packed, the train to be caught
Sorry I cried but I just felt that way.
And now you have gone, dear, this letter I pen
My heart travels with you till we meet again.
Keep smiling, my darling, and someday we’ll spend
A lifetime as sweet as that lovely weekend.
( Moira and Ted Heath )

Flying The Spitfire ..
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air …
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
( John Gillespie Magee, Jr. )

Cold Eyes Stare Back

This Little Calf ..
This little calf eats grass.
This little calf eats hay.
This little calf drinks water.
This little calf runs away.
This little calf does nothing
But just lies down all day.

A Kangaroo Mother’s Plea ..
As you sight your gun upon me,
Do you contemplate, what do you see ?
Before the bullet enters me,
Know that my heart is full of need.
For you to understand that I am no different to thee.
( Kim Walpole )

A Rescue Dog ..
Now I have arrived at your home
Everything is strange
And I don’t feel good.
Do not feel impatient
If I don’t sleep in my new basket.
Yesterday I slept on a stone floor.
Do not be concerned if I gobble up my food.
Yesterday I had to do it to survive.
Do not get angry if I pee on your floor.
Yesterday it didn’t matter.
Don’t be sad if I am afraid of your loving hand.
Yesterday I did not have one.
Have patience with me, it’s your world.
But it’s not mine.
When I trust you,
I will give you the greatest gift I have to give..
My heart and my unconditional love.

Tally Ho ..
Perverts and psychos, cowards and bloodthirsty whores
In fancy dress, on horses they sit, looking like idiots, but certainly not poor.
With barking dogs, worked up to a frenzy, across the countryside they go
Chasing a lone fox, who has none them no harm, the morons scream ‘Tally Ho!’
( Rose Winfold )

Rescue ..
Wipe away your tears
You are now free.
Leave behind your fears
Come walk home with me.

Dairy Is Cruelty ..
Dairy, it’s violent as f**k !
Why do vegetarians seem to get stuck ?
And I don’t want none of that ‘organic’ shit
It’s for cows, not us, why’s so hard to admit ?
We rape them, then we steal their kid
Females we’ll use and males we’ll get rid.
Look it up, you’ll be shocked what you find
So how does that not play on your mind ?
When you pick up a pint, you fund that torture
Pretend you don’t, you’re a secret supporter.
It’s a heavily funded abusive system
Being bred to be a slave is a horrible existence.
People think there’s some kindness involved..
No ! .. It’s all for money, bronze, silver and gold.
So wake up and smell the lie
Don’t drown it out and let your compassion die.
“Dairy or cow’s milk, what’s the fuss ?”
Clue’s in the name, it’s not for us.
“So where do you get your calcium, son ?”
Chickpeas, kale and almonds, that’s some
Broccoli, cabbage, soy, that’s some more.
Excusing violence for calcium, that argument’s poor !
( Chris Bellairs )

You Commit the Greatest Sin ..
Ignorant to their tears, numb to their cries
I close my eyes, a thousand screams fill my mind.
How can you not see, the truth and all the pain ?
What do you gain, when you take their life in vain ?
You extinguish their breath and their life
Just think how you would feel, to never feel tenderness
Imprisoned without love, no grace or kindness
Stolen from your loved ones at your dawn of birth
To feel you have no worth.
How would you feel, to be bred for meat ?
Your consciousness is absent, you are morally blind.
Expose your mind, behold the truth within
For you commit the greatest sin.
( Extract from a poem by Jhc Tabucur Lynette )

A Little Lamb ..
A little lamb, sweet and pure
Upon the earth to roam
Snatched from his mum, his throat brutally cut
The poor little lamb died alone ..

Cold Eyes Stare Back ..
A beautiful baby, with warm, brown eyes
Taken from his mother, chosen to die.
What could he do ?.. He couldn’t talk to say ‘No’.
What about my life ?.. I’ll never get the chance to grow.
But the men, they don’t care
Don’t want to acknowledge, the baby’s hurt and despair.
In only a minute, the baby cow’s throat is slit.
His skin is ripped off, and he’s thrust into a boiling-water pit.
Can you not see I’m still alive, that my eyes are still blinking ?
He looks up at a worker,  and their eyes are met.
Watery, soft, brown eyes, open just a crack
Look up for a flash of mercy.. Cold eyes stare back.
( Extract from a poem by Anna Pardue )

No ..
No hunting, no breeding, no killing, no bleeding
No suffering, no pain, no crying, no screaming.
No cages, no circus, no rodeo, no zoo
No fur, no leather, no feathers, no bullfighting, too.
( Rose Winfold )

Thank You For The Children

A Parents Prayer ..
Thank you God for the children of mine
Who teach me things that blow my mind.
They entertain themselves in the funniest ways.
I pray that the innocence they possess never goes away.
I pray they will grow up and be smart,
And I pray that they will never grow apart.
I pray that they will call home whenever they are near a phone.
I pray that they never feel alone.
I hope they turn to you through guidance and prayer
And know that you and their parents will always be there.
( Althea A. Anker )

Lord Of Life ..
Lord of life and king of glory,

Who did design a child to be,
Cradled on a mother’s bosom,
Throned upon a mother’s knee.
For the children thou hast given
We must answer unto thee.

This Child Of Mine ..
This child of mine you stare at so

Please come closer so you will know
Just who my child is and what I see
When those sweet eyes stare back at me.
I see no limits to my child’s life
Although I know it will be filled with strife.
I’m hoping that doors will open each day
I’m praying that kindness will come his way.
( Gary Shulman )

Thank You For The Children ..
Almighty God and heavenly father,

We thank you for the children which you have given us.
Give us also grace to train them in your faith and love.
That as they advance in years they may grow in grace,
And may hereafter be found in the number of your elect children.

My Dear Child ..
If I could I would remove all your fears.
If I could I would remove all your tears.
If I could I would make life painless.
If I could I would give you all your courage.
( Betty Miller )

As You Grow ..
As you grow up, the view will start to change.
The embrace of the first morning’s light,
Running for hours beneath the blue,
All of it seems to be there just for you.
The days were long and hushed.
When did it all become such a rush ?
It may be odd to say, but it will be okay.
The road is long, the price is steep,
But dare I say, it is worth the leap.
( Tasha R. Dragoo )

Children, Children ..
Why do we ever have children ?
They only grow up and they leave one day
And they blame us for taking their dreams away,
And the houses are empty, the nurseries forlorn,
These were beautiful places when they were born.
What can you say about children ?
Who knows where their childhood ends,
Or when it ends,
Just why you drift apart.
I only know that they never leave your heart.
( Hal Shaper )

The Dilemma Remains

The Dreadful Dilemma Remains ..
This problem has plagued the mind of man
Since primitive feet first trod
The soil of Earth, and primitive heart
First sought for its soul in God.
As eons have passed we’ve come to accept
That life brings its joys and its pains,
Its birth and its death, but in spite of this
The dreadful dilemma remains..
Why do the innocent languish in pain ?
Why do the good die young ?
How do you reconcile darkness with light ?
Why are most heroes unsung ?
Some seek the answers in planets and stars
Some study the sacrosanct page.
Whilst others declare revelation
Through messiah or prophet or sage.
But answers bring questions which tangle and lead
To circles without any end.
The problem persists, and surely it will
Though choirs of angels descend.
Perhaps every thought, every word, every deed
Seen here as pitch black or pure white,
Vibrates into a parallel realm
Beyond mortal hearing or sight.
And maybe it’s not till we’ve played out our part
With contract delivered and sealed,
We’ll see in what was and what still has to be
Perfection, complete and revealed.

How Grateful I would Be To Have Just One More Day ..
If I could have just one more day and wishes did come true,
I’d spend every glorious moment side by side with you.
Recalling all the years we shared and memories we made,
How grateful I would be to have just one more day.
Where the tears I’ve shed are not in vain and only fall in bliss,
So many things I’d let you know about the days you’ve missed.
I wouldn’t have to make pretend you never went away,
How grateful I would be to have just one more day.
When that day came to a close and the sun began to set,
A million times I’d let you know I never will forget.
The heart of gold you left behind when you entered Heaven’s gate,
How grateful I would be to have just one more day.
( Kathy J Parenteau )

My Angel ..
I wake up in the morning and I look up to the sky,
I wonder why He took you before I said good-bye.
I look up to the stars at night and know you’re looking down,
I’d like to think you’re proud of me but I’m just stumbling around.
I crawl in bed and close my eyes and realise that you’re gone,
Then comes the fears and then the tears and life just seems so wrong.
I glance up at the heavens and I know you’re flying by,
My Angel is watching over me, I’m happy as I cry.

I’ve Never Lacked Love ..
Now life’s pathway is ending, I find that I long

For its happier moments and for those who have gone.
I forget all the bad times and relive the good
Recalling life’s lessons some not understood.
I’ve never been rich and often been poor
But haven’t gone short and nor hankered for more.
But for one thing I’m grateful and thank him above
That throughout life’s highway, I’ve never lacked love.
( Dory Fisher died at the age of 92.
 She wrote this poem just before her fatal stroke )

Certain Kinds Of People ..
Certain kinds of people are a perfect joy to know
The kind who always seem to let their warmest feelings show.
People who are there for you to brighten up your day
Making you feel happy with the thoughtful things they say.

Christmas Without You ..
Although it’s sad to reminisce
On Christmases we knew,
This year I shall celebrate
In memory of you.
I will put aside my sorrow
With every unshed tear,
And concentrate on all the joy
We shared when you were here.
Our time together taught me
What Christmas time is for,
And that is what I will remember
Until we meet once more.

The Perfect Bond

I’ve Fallen In Love ..
I try not to notice I’ve fallen in love..

On Wimbledon Bridge I am trying to think.
This is nothing.. I’m high on the charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song..
That says something different.. And when was it wrong ?
My head does its best but the heart is the boss..
I admit it before I am halfway across.
( R S Hutchison )

The Perfect Bond Of Union ..
Love is long suffering and kind.

Love is not jealous, it does not brag,
Does not get puffed up, does not behave indecently,
Does not look for its own interests,
Does not become provoked.
It does not keep account of the injury.
It does not rejoice over unrighteousness,
But rejoices with the truth.
It bears all things, believes all things,
Hopes all things, endures all things.
Accordingly, clothe yourselves with the tender affections of compassion, kindness, lowliness of mind, mildness and long suffering.
Continue putting up with one another,
And forgiving one another freely if anyone has a cause for complaint against another.
But besides all these things, clothe yourselves with love..
For it is a perfect bond of union.

( Corinthians )

The One You Love ..
The one you love is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love
And reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger,
And you seek him for peace.
When he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart.
For without words, in love, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared.. With joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your loved one, you grieve not.
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence,
As the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
Let your best be for the one you love.
If he must know the ebb of your tide,
Let him know its flood also.
For what is your loved one that you should seek him with hours to kill.
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need,
But not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of love let there be laughter,
And sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things
The heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
( Kahlil Gibran )

I Hate You ..
I hate you for giving up on me.
I hate you for giving up on us.
I hate you for hurting me.
I hate you for making me cry.
I hate you for leaving me.
I hate you for not being there when I needed you most.
I hate you for what you’ve done.
I hate you for ruining everything we had.
I hate you for making me trust you when you were just going to break that trust.
I hate you for making me love you so much.
Mostly, I hate you for making me a fool..
Because I still love you despite everything you put me through.