They say this place be ancient, see,
a circle full of mystery.
Like Stonehenge, but minor so not quite,
it’s different, fringed by piles of shite.

These rocks, they stand proud yet small,
not doing much, a ring, that’s all.
The village smack-bang in the middle,
where people ponder on this riddle.

The druids came, or so we’re told,
to chant and dance in days of old.
The sheep lay low and chew the cud,
and young lambs bounce in fields of mud.

Being.
Sharing.
Enjoying.
Learning.
Part of the community.

Praying.
Singing.
Listening.
Connecting.
A total package for me.

I'm part of a community,
a world which works for me.
My little space of pleasure.
It's where I like to be.

Poured out and stowed from teenage years,
these pent-up, grief-filled tortured tears.
They're shed for you, most noble friend.
Dear father, these poor lines I've penned

with Ink, I've spilt for life you've lost,
by fate, so cruel, cut short, star-crossed.
You gave me life, then lost your own.
Launched out for land, unseen, unknown.

Moved on like mist across the lake,
dissolved like dew at dawn's daybreak.
Do you still live, my parent true?
Does heaven's face shine down on you?

When morning gilds the sky.
until the truth all vanishes.
Cover thinly with Gold.
Our Lord appears with radiance.

Gilded and painted statues from Bruges.
They gild the facts
Until all the truth be vanished.

To adorn something that is a beautiful
And perfect treasure.
As Our Lord in Heaven will appear.

To judge us all as we measure⁴
Up for the consequences we must
answer to our reward either good or evil
all that is covered with Gold or silver.

When I first saw the pics of the Lion and Lamb
I began to review what I have done and what I will plan

Sometimes in the days of the past I was so bad
I often remember those times I was so sad

I posed as a lion and readied for the attack
Knowing I could never erase the endless black

Other times I saw myself as the lamb so sweet
Giving my children a picture of the man to meet

Seeing them smile and jump with joy
Patting my shoulder with their most loved toy

There is lots of news
about the Jews
just as there was
in Shushan
in ancient Persia.

We told the story
of the Jewish glory
and the adventures
of Esther and Mordechai.

Mark spoke to us
about the fuss
and troubles caused by Haman.

Let's banish the name
with noise and shame.
It's a tale
we know so well.

I is for ice cream cone.
Have a scoop or two.
J is for Jellybeans
That stick when you chew.

K is for kettlecorn
It taste a little sweet.
L is for Lollipop
With a bow nice and neat.

M is for marshmallow
They are great inside a stores
N is for Nachoes
With cheese on top you pour.

O is for onion rings
Serve as a side.
P is for pizza
With tomato sauce inside.

Q is for Quanditilla.
Cheese melted in a flour shell
R is for raspberry tart
Together they go very well.

The game of champions
of people who think
a step ahead
and envision
an empty board.

A game
that can be fast
with moves
that happen
with the tap
of a timer
in a tournament.

Moves
which just don't happen
organically,
but which are the result
of learning
and practice
and more importantly
true and tried tactics.

Welcome to Trumpism mark two,
Buckle up, to see this through.
It's a darkness path for sure,
Trump's journey to procure.

Greenland's untapped wealth,
Trump may take you by stealth.
Vote rigging, something he'll hide?
Pretending you get to decide.

Oh Canada you are so brave,
In resisting this colonial wave.
I hope you can stay sovereign,
Amidst this trade war bothering.

Walking along the trail, the trees teach me
about having no particular place to be.
A peaceful disposition to have, I thought.

“We’re not going anywhere.”, they seemed to say.
“But we have many things to do
today in a grateful forest.”