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Ond Swa
Blue Embrace
A Cry in the Night
Treasures
Facebook Hostages
We are the WorldΒ
Thoughts
Hark
Trust
The Banners Bright
Enduring Kindred
This is Me
I am with you still
The Weave of Love
Habibe
Noble Hope
Let it be so
Destiny
Ond swa hit styrtanΒ
(and so it begins)
The gentle touch of life becomes
the source of loveβs perception.
We cannot see nor can we hear
the reason for conception.
The warmth of touch, the taste so sweet,
for sights and sounds we've yet to meet,
the anger of the passing time,
through pain and darkness most sublime,
the joy of wonder to behold.
The secrets of the world unfold
Blue Embrace π
At eleven, a world of blue,Β
a kitchen table's sacred view,Β
The scent of notebooks, old and deep,Β
where Everton's secrets I would keep.Β
Each score, each name, a careful line,Β
a passion starting to define.Β
On Hailsham's quiet, bedroom wall,Β
stood Ball and Harvey, standing tall.Β
With Kendall's wisdom, Labone's grace,Β
Goodison heroes found their place.
Then '84, a cup tie's hum,Β
as Gillingham's challenge had to come.Β
With Dad, the kitchen, new and bright,Β
Leigh-on-Sea, bathed in winter light.Β
The radio's voice, a distant roar,Β
as Sheedy, Heath found open door.Β Β Β
At Eleanor Crescent, joy so clear,Β
Man United beaten, banishing fear.Β
And Oster's strike, a sudden gleam,Β
against Coventry, a vibrant dream.Β Β Β
Then '95, the cup was won,Β
by Rideout's header, bravely done.Β Β Β
These moments, etched, a timeless art,Β
forever captured in the heart.Β
More than words can ever say,Β
they light the path from yesterday,
A gift profound, a blue embrace,Β
my Everton memories, held in place
A Cry in the Night
There are few things that mean so much
as the cry of a child in the night
Vulnerability strikes a chord
In those that hear their plight
A sound that touches heart and soul
that stirs all human sympathy
To protect and comfort, our first response
on the winding road to empathy
Treasures π
I used to take my kids on treasure hunts in the local woods.
They loved it much and so did I.
Up at 6 and off Iβd go,
to set the clues and sometimes traps.
After breakfast βRight, weβre off,
A line of clues and sometimes maps.
Their faces joyful, eyes intent,
To find the first clue, on the scent.
βIβve found oneβ the excited shout.
Mike, the oldest, reads it out.
A gorilla swings from branches high,
Their faces bring me tears of joy.
And at the end, a prize for all,
The search for every girl and boy.
Facebook Hostages
A dream is raised and then it shatters
All on Bognor Regis Matters
And for some there's no decorumΒ
All on Bognor Regis Forum
We are enraged and so compositeΒ
On Bognor Regis News and Gossip
Where she goes we cannot tell
Gæð a Bucge swa hio scel
We are the world π
The night our sleep, the day our waking hours
Storms our troubles, the sunbeamβs joy is ours
The clouds our sweat, the rainfall tears
The day our hope, the dark our fears
The earth our strength, the heavens power
All gifted as a fragrant flower
The lightning strikes to anger blame
The thunder claps in anguished pain
The deepest, darkest waters store
The shame of hatred, spoils of war
The surging torrents bear our pain
The snow-capped mountains call our name
The lush green valleys comfort give
For those who pass and those who live
The barren sands our searching mind
The quiet places secrets find
We are the world, the earth is us
The breath of life βtwas ever thus
People past and those to come
Connected by a thread unknown
The rivers quench, the earth sustains
We are the world and what remains
This place, our love, our soul, our home
Thoughts
To the thoughts I've left behind
To the dreams I've yet to find
To the doubts within my mind
My eyes will not be blind
For the paths that went astray
For the wrongs of yesterday
For the stupid games we play
My soul will never sway
by Galdor
Hark; hear whispers from the distant past.
They are calling softly, words that last.
Through the ages of the land,
Like a sacred open hand.
They speak of wisdom and of love,
of as below and so above.
They tell me of the in-stapa
And of the sibb and haelu too.
The ΔnpaΓΎ that will show the way,
The rΓ¦d and Γad that all are true.
The wisdom of the ancient share,
Does shine a light on truth to bear.
The cosmic cycle turns again,
A living, breathing diadem.
Listen to your thoughts carefully and interpret them generously.Β
Share them with others but choose your words wisely so you may be understood.
Assess your own needs with humility so you may be kind to others.Β
Interpret the words and actions of others in good spirit.Β
Be strong in purpose and steady yourself before each step.
Be open to new pathways but be aware of absolutism for the journey never ends.
Be patient and enjoy the natural passage of time.
Strive to celebrate harmony with ease so you may learn to accommodate unrest with courage.Β
Be as graceful as you can so your energy may naturally enrich the universe.
The Banners Bright
by Galdor se Scop
Β
Blakean locus, banners bright,Β
claim'd truth to bring to Bognor's night.Β
They spoke of change, and freedom's dawn,Β
while in their chambers, faith was torn.
I walked the pathways, and I sawΒ
the new-forged manacles of law.Β
The silvered purse, the hidden deed,Β
the hungry soul they failed to feed.
The child, with empty hands, seeks light,Β
but finds a promise, cold and slight.Β
The widow's curse, a whispered plea,
Β is swallowed by their pious decree.Β
The walls of Blake, a painted shrine,Β
conceal'd a rot, a deep design.Β
And in each cry of pleasant folk,Β
the sound of false intentions woke.
And where it leads us who can tell,Β
save βGæð a wyrd swa hio scelβ.
Can you hear the people sing,Β
of such fortunes they could bring?
Come, shine a torch of earthly truth,Β
for kindness, beauty and our youth.
For in the words of ancient folk,Β
whatβs right and proper βwunt be brokeβ.
Enduring kindredβ¦
Enduring kindredβ¦
by Galdor se Scop
The offered hand, a gentle, open bloom,Β
extended forth in Bognor's morning light.Β
A silent wish to chase away the gloom,Β
to mend a fracture, set a spirit right.
But sometimes shores are stony, cold, and vast,Β
where tender petals find no soil to cling.Β
A heart in winter, memories that last,Β
may hear no robin's hopeful, vibrant spring.
Perhaps the ear is deafened by the roarΒ
of inner tempests, grief's relentless tide.Β
The kindest word, unheard upon the shore,Β
where pain and silence stubbornly reside.
Or shadows cling, suspicion's icy hold,Β
misreading grace as something to distrust.Β
The story whispered, centuries old,Β
of burdens heavy, turned to bitter dust.
The seed of solace, scattered with good will,Β
may land on pathways hardened by despair.Β
No root can pierce the earth, resistant still,Β
no fragile tendril find a breath of air.
Yet, though the bloom lies withered on the grey,Β
the heart that offered knew a moment's grace.Β
For kindness given lights its own small day,Β
and leaves a trace, though unseen in that place.
So let us sow, though yields remain unknown,Β
for even on the barren, windswept land,Β
A future harvest, secretly is sown,Β
a gentle stirring, held within the sand.
by Galdor se Scop
From London's smoke and dark despair,Β
I fled to breathe a sweeter air.
To Sussex fields, where Felpham lies,Β
Beneath the vast and watchful skies.
No 'chartered street' the eye did see,Β
But Eden's wall, or so seemed me.Β
A cottage small, a garden bright,Β
Bathed in simple, southern light.
The sea did moan upon the sand,Β
Where Englandβs pastures gird the land.Β
And in that sound, a whisper deep,Β
Of souls that wake, and souls that sleep.
I walked the shore at evening's gleam,Β
And saw a vision, or a dream.Β
Not Urizen's cold iron law,Β
But forms of beauty that I saw.
The sun, a flaming cherub high,Β
Did light the spirit's inner eye.Β
The moon, a pale and silver thought,Β
The mysteries the ages brought.
The nightingale from heaven sprung,Β
His joyful hymn for truth has sung.Β
The rose, upon its thorny stem,Β
A living, breathing, diadem.
But lo! a shadow, cold and vast,Β
From Satanβs forge, its shape has cast.Β
For even here, where peace should dwell,Β
The serpent whispers from his cell.
The spectre of the age's fear,Β
Did rise and strive to draw me near.Β
To bind the soul in chains of doubt,Β
And blot the sacred fires out.
O Felpham, hold your gentle sway,Β
And chase the swicol far away!Β
Let Imagination, strong and free,Β
Restore the lost eternity!
For heaven is here, and hell is too,Β
In all we think and all we do.Β
And every grain of golden sand,Β
Contains the secrets of the land.
This is who I am,Β
a father, brother and a son.Β
Sometimes a boy, sometimes a man,Β Β
blessed in life for all it seemsΒ
in love with sweetness, life and dreams
May I stand steady and tall,
move freely in body and soul.
Let me choose wisely,
wander with wonderΒ
and share readily.
And let me seize the joy of the moment
I Am With You Still
When you long to hear my voice do not cry in vain
Draw our children close to heart
And turn your face to hear them whisper "I love you"
When you yearn to see my face do not feel despair
Draw our children to your arms
Look deep into their eyes and see my living soul
When you ache to feel my touch do not weep alone
Draw our children to your heart & hold them close while they hold you
For I am with you still
As I always have been
As I always will
Grandad
Grandad is the rush of wind
The beam of light in the gleaming sun
Heβs the leaves falling down from the old autumn tree
Heβs the sweetness in a creamy bun
Grandad is the rain falling down
The clearness of a river
Heβs the light from the moon at night
The snow that makes me shiver
Grandad is my dancing shadow
The smile on Daddyβs lovely face
Heβs the sweet, sweet scent of a flower in Spring
The start of all the human race
So now I know that Grandad will never die
Heβs still here with me every day
And when my crying eyes have done
As they will for everyone
Thereβs one thing in my heart to say
I love you Grandad in every way
Rebecca, age 7
The Weave of Love
The loom is set, the thread is taut,
The patterns woven as they must,
A world of "Wyrd" that canβt be bought,
Of iron words and golden trust.
The baseline hums in quiet deep,
A blessed heart and steady chest,
While sudden storms their harvest reap
To sharpen every hour of rest.
No sugarcoated, Latin grace,
Just elemental, honest bone;
To meet the unrest face to face,
And never let it take the throne.
For courage is the stylish gift
That turns the bitter into sweet,
Finding in every sudden rift
The love that dwells where the waters meet.
If I could learn but one small part,Β
of what my friend George knowsΒ
of Egyptβs past,Β
then I should be a happy man.
And if I could understand the golden thread,Β
of how my brother Mohamed lives his life,Β
with so much kindness and respect,Β then I should be content.
The heat, the haggle matter not,Β
With so much richness all around.
Near the paradise that is the Nile,
A second home weβve found.
Adel will make a home from home,Β
at Villa Sharooq, our special place,Β
We think ahead of times to come,Β
As friendship makes its case,
Our family at Bedouin Lodge,Β
have left a mark upon my heart.
To eat and drink with them once more,Β
Like weβve never been apart.
To hear their stories round the fire,Β
Will lift my spirit once again,
Weβll take a cup of Luxor tea,
And fill our hearts desire.
And Mr Haggag, kind and sweet,
Will welcome us with open arms.
The soul of Egyptβs love complete,
As we are captured by its charms.
Antar the ferryman,Β
a wise and honoured one,Β
will greet us both with Luxor grace,
His son Eslam will beckon us,Β
a smile upon his face.
They carry us across the Nile,Β
With kindness in a timeless smile.
And when we come to cross again,
I shall be that happy man.
by Galdor
On the cold stone floor where the weary lie,
Where spirits live or souls may die,
A hand reached out through the hollow fear,
To whisper softly, "I am here."
No name was spoken, no debt was claimed,
But the path of the world was forever changed.
Beyond the manacles of greed and gold,
Lies a story yet to be told.
It isn't found in a silvered purse,
Nor silenced by a widow's curse.
Itβs the "wunt be broke" of the ancient line,
The golden sand where the spirits twine.
A kindness offered, a seed well-sown,
In the garden where the soul is known
Let it be so
by Galdor
If I grow too old to live and see,
the broken hearted reach the hearth,
it matters not, so let it be.
The wisdom of the winding path,Β
Gives me the solace and the truth,
The treasures of my wyrdly purse,
that journey through the universe,
Will comfort me for endless time,
in silver song and golden rhyme.
let it be so, so let it be.
Sy hit swΔ, swΔ sy hit.
Destiny
Mine own sweet sorrow, hail to thee
Hold forth and grasp thy destiny
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