Have you heard? Have I heard?
About this thing that's absurd:
This kid down in Nazareth got all uppity
Seems to me he's got a problem with authority
Went up to the leader of the Pharisees
And gives him a lesson in theology
As a kid? As a kid
Seems to me this kid is not messing around
He is going to cause problems all over town
Have you heard? Have I heard?
About this thing that's absurd:
This kid, the one of the Pharisee fame
Seems he's grown up and has started making an honest name
As a carpenter, and then he threw it away
Threw it away? Seems the part of his heart that yearned to dismay
Led him to challenge the temple's money changers
In his anger throwing tables - this guy is headed for danger
Have you heard? Have I heard?
About this thing that's absurd:
So, you know that guy who berated those using church for profit?
He claims to be a messiah - the one foretold by prophets.
And he claims to be behind some miraculous events
And his claims, well his claims. I swear, they make some sense.
This guy makes sense? Well in the way he talks about the poor, needy, and forgiveness
Here's my two cents, it's something you must witness!
Have you heard? Have I heard?
About this thing that's absurd:
The preacher from the mount, the King of the Jews?
Seems he finally has to pay his dues
And I don't know for certain if what he said was true
But it annoyed every person of power right through.
His friends abandoned him, he'll be up on a cedar cross.
He'll stand alone for his crime of making leaders cross.
Pilate tried to forgive him. But he must face the walk.
And pay for the message of love in his talk.
Have you heard? Have I heard?
About this thing that's absurd:
That Jesus is gone. The guy on the cross - he finally died.
I can't believe it. I felt I knew the guy.
I though he was bigger than death, immune somehow.
Honestly, I'm not sure what to believe now.
Have you heard? Have I heard?
About this thing that's absurd:
Jesus is risen! My friend, rejoice, Jesus is risen!
He took our sins on his back and now we're forgiven!
This is a new day. Everything is different to before
It's a miracle, and one only possible through the Lord
Let us cheer and celebrate, and honour it thus:
We shall remember this date, and all Jesus did for us.
28 March 2018
21 March 2018
Correct Technique
I've wondered for a while - do I write with correct technique?
Or am I more a mish-mash, a creative freak?
I know I'm not a poet who is learned in his way
I know my rhyme schemes cause dismissal and dismay
If I sit down with one who studied properly past sixteen years
I'm often overcome with turgid terminology that fills my fears
Look, I'm an academic in enough of what I do already
My poetry is an escape to keep my boat steady
It takes the build up inside of emotion and thought
And releases it all to escape this fort
I will never be the next, well, whoever is supposed to be famous
I know I'll never hang out with the poetic elite and a-list
But by doing my own thing, maybe I hit on something new?
Else, maybe I'm closer to the proper poets than I ever knew?
Does it matter? Probably not, I'm just thinking
Releasing thoughts aloud that I sometimes sit back and sink in
Just know - if I find I am a fraud, it's an identity I'll foster
As I try to claim the title of most ambitious imposter.
Written while listening to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfoyqjucqXA
Or am I more a mish-mash, a creative freak?
I know I'm not a poet who is learned in his way
I know my rhyme schemes cause dismissal and dismay
If I sit down with one who studied properly past sixteen years
I'm often overcome with turgid terminology that fills my fears
Look, I'm an academic in enough of what I do already
My poetry is an escape to keep my boat steady
It takes the build up inside of emotion and thought
And releases it all to escape this fort
I will never be the next, well, whoever is supposed to be famous
I know I'll never hang out with the poetic elite and a-list
But by doing my own thing, maybe I hit on something new?
Else, maybe I'm closer to the proper poets than I ever knew?
Does it matter? Probably not, I'm just thinking
Releasing thoughts aloud that I sometimes sit back and sink in
Just know - if I find I am a fraud, it's an identity I'll foster
As I try to claim the title of most ambitious imposter.
Written while listening to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfoyqjucqXA
14 March 2018
The kid could fly
The kid could fly.
By Jove and by Jupiter, this kid could fly!
They could, but wouldn't. So I had to ask why.
"Hey kid!", I asked in a not unkind tone,
To the kid who was sat looking guilty on his own.
"Don't worry" I rushed, "I don't mean to cause a fuss
But I must enquire - did you just feel a gust"?
I made an indirect enquiry, wishing to give the kid space.
I wasn't wishing to be mean - I just didn't want his talents to waste.
And I think the kid realised where my question had been heading.
You'd have thought that I'd asked the kid how to get to Armageddon.
It took much cajoling, and convincing of intent,
To let the kid know - what I wanted was innocent.
You see I'd see the kid hover, by a centimetre at most.
Only for a second - they flickered like a ghost.
But man, I thought what I could do with such power.
I wouldn't fly by the millisecond - I'd fly by the hour!
The kid swore me to secrecy (and you see I've kept my vow),
And swore she'd never give me the answer of "how"
But the answer of why she kept power under wraps?
She looked at me nervously, her nails began to tap.
"I dreamt of glory. And saw what it would mean.
In my head I was a saviour. In my head I became a queen.
The I saw what that would be, and what would come to be true.
I saw what terrible things such power can do.
Right now I'm a person - and I'm developing as such.
But this power of mine, it became my crutch.
I saw myself stagnate, in a place no one could touch me.
And so no one developed. And it saddened me muchly.
So I'm keeping it hidden. On lockdown if you will.
Believe me it's tough. I do miss the thrill.
I can fly through the clouds, if I wrap myself warm.
I can dance with the birds, be one with their swarm.
But for the sake of others not being intimidated by me.
I'll stay on the ground. With no power you can see."
The kid was insistent, even though she looked filled with regret.
About the things she can't do. About the secret that must be kept.
Though I disagreed with the answer, I accepted it and walked away.
Thinking about how this kid had been given such an important part to play.
A part they had taken a long look at, and rejected goodbye.
Leaving me with naughty but the tale
of the kid that could
but wouldn't
fly.
By Jove and by Jupiter, this kid could fly!
They could, but wouldn't. So I had to ask why.
"Hey kid!", I asked in a not unkind tone,
To the kid who was sat looking guilty on his own.
"Don't worry" I rushed, "I don't mean to cause a fuss
But I must enquire - did you just feel a gust"?
I made an indirect enquiry, wishing to give the kid space.
I wasn't wishing to be mean - I just didn't want his talents to waste.
And I think the kid realised where my question had been heading.
You'd have thought that I'd asked the kid how to get to Armageddon.
It took much cajoling, and convincing of intent,
To let the kid know - what I wanted was innocent.
You see I'd see the kid hover, by a centimetre at most.
Only for a second - they flickered like a ghost.
But man, I thought what I could do with such power.
I wouldn't fly by the millisecond - I'd fly by the hour!
The kid swore me to secrecy (and you see I've kept my vow),
And swore she'd never give me the answer of "how"
But the answer of why she kept power under wraps?
She looked at me nervously, her nails began to tap.
"I dreamt of glory. And saw what it would mean.
In my head I was a saviour. In my head I became a queen.
The I saw what that would be, and what would come to be true.
I saw what terrible things such power can do.
Right now I'm a person - and I'm developing as such.
But this power of mine, it became my crutch.
I saw myself stagnate, in a place no one could touch me.
And so no one developed. And it saddened me muchly.
So I'm keeping it hidden. On lockdown if you will.
Believe me it's tough. I do miss the thrill.
I can fly through the clouds, if I wrap myself warm.
I can dance with the birds, be one with their swarm.
But for the sake of others not being intimidated by me.
I'll stay on the ground. With no power you can see."
The kid was insistent, even though she looked filled with regret.
About the things she can't do. About the secret that must be kept.
Though I disagreed with the answer, I accepted it and walked away.
Thinking about how this kid had been given such an important part to play.
A part they had taken a long look at, and rejected goodbye.
Leaving me with naughty but the tale
of the kid that could
but wouldn't
fly.
7 March 2018
The importance of keeping things short
If you have a speech to make
Here's some tips you ought to take
Keep it short, keep it sweet
Don't you lead them to their sleep
I know you have a lot to say
And could go on for a whole day
But they have all got a place to be
A thing to do, a friend to see
So work out how you'll keep it short
Keep it tight like you've now been taught
Take out each word that is there just for you
And then you might just be set to
Make a speech, one which holds it's own
Before they can...too late.
Bring out their phones.
Here's some tips you ought to take
Keep it short, keep it sweet
Don't you lead them to their sleep
I know you have a lot to say
And could go on for a whole day
But they have all got a place to be
A thing to do, a friend to see
So work out how you'll keep it short
Keep it tight like you've now been taught
Take out each word that is there just for you
And then you might just be set to
Make a speech, one which holds it's own
Before they can...too late.
Bring out their phones.
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