The humble star of this story Is an insignificant stone Which during a volcanic eruption From the core of the Earth was thrown. It fell, cooled, then merely existed Nothing special, you’d say, just a flint But the Stoneage man was delighted When he saw the stone’s tell-tale glint. The stone chips flew, and the …
Category Archives: Behavioural
To all those who are companions to the dying.
Perhaps the least applauded, you work so peacefully,Providing care and comfort, to those who will not see,A future life before them, here on Earth, but hopefully,Their soul and spirit remembered, here and eternally. But Nurses, Doctors, Friends, whose dilligence displaysThe essence of humanity in many diff’rent waysLove, sympathy, devotion in all those final daysTo which …
Continue reading “To all those who are companions to the dying.”
What did I see?
When we say “I saw it!”, Perhaps we ought to say We glanced at an image Before we looked away. When you draw you really look, The right shape to define And so with Nature, really look The great beauty there to find. So in your Explorations, Look underneath the stone, In between the grasses …
The Prodigal Daughter
The pictures seen, from lands so far away, Can change our moods, and our convictions strain, Veiled mother’s face, conceals, what she might say Beside, her starving child, entreats, in vain. So how can we reject an ‘Isil’ bride? Her chosen way, was not what we might choose But let us not, her honest faith, …
Political electioneering
We are becoming submerged in a cacophony of news, Each day the avalanche continues, many vibrant views, Often exaggerated to whet our appetite With opinions, unrelated to what is wrong or right. No time for thoughtful discussion, of what really should be done Before another deluge falls, the politics re-spun Heads must roll, to say …
Political electioneering
We are becoming submerged in a cacophony of news, Each day the avalanche continues, many vibrant views, Often exaggerated to whet our appetite With opinions, unrelated to what is wrong or right. No time for thoughtful discussion, of what really should be done Before another deluge falls, the politics re-spun Heads must roll, to say …
Ambition
Great Ambition, you Imposter! I do not like your style! Some children think you’re critical, for them to make their pile, Do Teenagers, without you, become just feckless Youth? Without you, is there no success? – I doubt that is the truth. Maybe you are a distant light, but you don’t show the way, You …
Epilogue
I was murdered, that is why I cannot speak. But why should I Stay silent, while the perpetrators Of a sin, my Terminators, Are deemed themselves to have been wronged By our Justice. I would have longed To receive such intercession. Instead of dying. Their transgression ‘Gainst me, suggests, perhaps their Parents And now the …
Is there hope?
During the ‘Troubles’, there were examples of irrational action, despite the tensions. One of these was the villification of children going to Holy Cross School, Belfast. Oh! My Darling! Tell me so, how did you spend your day? “I was at the barricade, and we had our say!” But what, My Darling, was the point, …
A Sense of Space.
Some say that Otford village is a heavenly little place, Its pond and quaint old buildings, and a model of ‘near space’, For in fact, they’ve modelled our solar system there, The planets set on posts, about the Sun, a stainless sphere. All to scale, you’ll find the Earth, like a lentil in its size …
George's Rhymes for the Times 