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

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

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.