She sometimes wears ...

She sometimes wears the colour green,

In green she looks serene.

When clothed in green her beauty's seen,

In green she is the queen.

She sometimes wears the colour blue,

Blue is her perfect hue.

When clothed in blue, her style's in view,

She's good in blue, it's true.

She sometimes wears the colour red,

Red's at the very head.

When clothed in red, she's great, as said,

In red she looks drop dead.

She sometimes wears the colour gold,

Gold it never gets old.

When clothed in gold, a six she's rolled.

In gold her own she'll hold.

She sometimes wears the colour black,

In black she'll nothing lack

When clothed in black, plainness attack.

Her black takes me aback.

She sometimes wears the colour white,

In white she's outta sight.

When clothed in white, she's a delight,

In white, she looks just right.

Catechism 7

Questions 42-52

CM

And so what is the first command?

No other gods but me.
What is taught by this first command?

To worship God only.

What about the second command?

An idol do not make.

What is taught by this next command?

Idolatry forsake.

Then what is in the third command?

God's name, treat it with care.

What does it teach, the third command?

God's name, word, works, revere. 

And what about the fourth command?
The Sabbath keep to me.
What is taught by the fourth command?
The Sabbath keep holy.

The Christian Sabbath's on what day
Each week it's the first day,
It's on a Sunday, the Lord's Day,
The Christian's Sabbath day.

Why do we call it the Lord's Day?
As Christ made it his own.
He rose up on that very day
(See rolled away the stone).

How should the Sabbath be observed?
Rest from work, prayer and praise, 
In hearing, reading from God’s Word,
Helping others always.

Haiku Imagining

She brushes her dark hair
He closes his eyes
(Even here he sees her).

When I write

When I write the book about my life
Gonna have a part where I meet you, girl!

When they film the film about my life
There'll be a bit in which I meet you, girl!

Structure

It struck the strict man, he could not strike
The stricken child, not since the stroke.
Instead he loves her left hand to stroke
And say the strike has spoiled the land.

To the girl in the reflection

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To the girl in the reflection
I know it's wrong to stare
While I gaze in your direction,
Just pretend that I'm not there.
I imagine your affection
Ending my dejection
As I chase my predilection
For spending my journey back home
With the girl in the reflection.

Gardening

The allotment meant a lot to Lancelot Lane,
But his greenhouse was just a pain.
How he dug the tool of his trade, his garden spade,
Give him a hoe and how he'd laugh.
His lawn so fine he cut each day with iron blade,
but wished like Cain, he'd had more staff.

Lyric for my latest lay

As he lay down the law, how he lied.
Behind a layer of lies this leering,
learned layman led us on in pride.
He was no lawyer, just a liar!

Hear us O Shepherd

Hear us, O Shepherd,
Hear your own.
Come now, awaken
Your great might.
Hear us, O Lord God,
From your throne.
Shine forth and dispel
This dark night.

The widow's cruse

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via Wikimedia Commons

The widow's cruse was real good news,

A providence from God,

A vivid signal of his care

Of which to be aware.

The Widows cruise is real bad news,

It's not designed for God

It's meant to be a fun affair

But drives us to despair.

Preaching

I stand here bold, alone,
My voice is heard.
Between earth and God's throne,
I preach God's word.

Lonely, not lost, I stand,
With all in sight,
People on my left, and
God on my right.

How dare I stand so tall
Between such fears?
Alone, I rise or fall,
Know joy or tears.

But there comes to my side
The Holy Dove,
Who purifies Christ's Bride,
And sheds forth love.

I'm no longer alone,
God's voice is heard.
We bow before God's throne,
Our hearts are stirred.

Fat Slob

He's as large as he is lonely,
He's as mean as his gut.
He tries hard to appear happy
But his life's in a rut.

He so longs to be thinner,
How he longs to be slim.
But he knows he's not a winner,
No there's nothing in him

He's just like a great big balloon
That looks about to burst.
He'll probably fall ill quite soon,
Maybe something far worse.

He tried to go on a diet,
Tried his best to lose weight
But after less than a fortnight
He said "You can't fight fate".

He stuffs himself full every day
All he thinks of is EAT!
He will keep on going that way
'Til he can't see his feet .

And that is how he's gonna stay,
His taste buds quite deranged,
For I cannot see any way
He ever will be changed.

Seventies style Marriage Lines

She's putting her foot down
About him putting his foot down
On the accelerator.

She wonders if there's grounds
In the sink full of coffee grounds
For a quickie divorce.

She gets so blue
When he gets so blue
At the office do.

He's getting his hair off
About her getting her hair off
In the bathroom sink.

He does his nut
When she does her nut
And it takes all night.

I sometimes sense I'm starting to despair

I sometimes sense I'm starting to despair
I somehow feel that people just don't care.
My conscience cries out "nothing's really fair",
It even seems as if there's no one there.

Just what should I do when I feel this way?
Tell me what to do when I just can't pray.
What can be done when you're starting to stray?
Show me how to stand in this evil day.

The answer lies in duty - no shortcut,
It must be discipline and nothing but.
The answer's hard work - other doors are shut.
There's only one exit out of this rut.

But that's the problem, I just can't go on,
This is my struggle - all I do goes wrong.
The problem is this (I've said it all along)
How can I fight when there's no vict'ry song?

Yes, the answer is duty - that is true
But the solution is, Christ, found in you.
The great need is his grace shining on through
Justified by Faith, we love what is true.

So call to God in the midst of despair,
Call to the Saviour, seek his face in prayer.
God is good and he is willing to share
All of your heartache, you're suff'ring and care.

Two short Welsh pieces

Rebecca

Rebecca, O Rebecca,
You're a riot of a girl.

Welsh Ennui

Well, we are bored
En' we?