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It seems such a long way home,
It seems such a long way there.
From the morning light,
To the dawn of the night,
It seems such a long way home.

And the sky is an azure blue,
it shines like the morning dew.
From the morning light,
to the dawn of the night,
The sky is an azure blue.

And the bluebird sings like a lark,
And the bluebird darts like a sprite.
From the morning light,
To the dawn of the night,
The bluebird sings like a lark.

And the white clouds dance with the breeze,
Blown along errant leaves.
From the morning light,
To the dawn of the night,
The white clouds dance with the breeze.

But its not such a long way home,
It’s not such a long way there.
From the morning light,
Till the dawn of the night,
It’s not such a long way home.

The isthmus ©


The narrow path it lies before,
Through briers and rocks and even more.
The sea on either side,
The water always at high tide,

The pounding waves and surging seas,
Prove hard to pass and cause unease.
The sea on either side,
The water always at high tide.

The path it widens, quickens still,
On either side the sea is past.
The broader path now winds its way,
Through smiling plants and bended palms.

The sea on either side,
The water always at high tide.

The path it rises broader still,
And lined with flowers that breathe as one.
The path it flows ‘cross dale and hill,
And rises past a working mill.

The Miller works, Creating still.

The desert ©

The breeze it blows through heavens’ vents,
And passes by moonlit tents.
The desert’s flowers subdued and quiet,
Are waiting for the colour riot,
Of mornings bright and rising light,
It shines across the vastness now.
And flowing dunes which rise as one,
To the warmings of the sun.
It seems so quiet, but life abounds,
In every nook and hole surrounds.

Creatures of all types appear,
And some caress the air with flight.
They rise and fall in solitary power,
But llittle do they know the hour.
Time passes in an instant slow,
And quickens then, and slows again.
The day is past, the cycle circles,
In an endless pattern certain.
The wind it blows through heaven’s vents,
And passes by moonlit tents.

Mass extinctions ©

Life’s line adept continued on,
Through hazy light and ‘morrows gone.
They wandered here and over there,
And lived their lives no fear, no care.
Not knowing future paths,
They slept among the fronds and grass
Awoke to find a brand new day,
And lived it as they had before.

Then one day the sky turned dark,
And stayed that way for untold time.
The grasses died, so too the plants,
And soon lives lost far advanced,
Those living creatures frail or strong,
Who just happened to belong,
To lifes line adept, that continued on,
Through hazy light and ‘morrows gone.

John Collins ©


John Collins was the best of the best,
He would not compromise.
He struggled high he struggled low,
And waited for the love to flow,
From Heaven above don’t you know.

And when it did he continued on,
Through long hot days and the dead of night.
John Collins was the best of the best,
He would not compromise.

When doubt and lack prevailed,
He ventured forward bent and bowed,
Struggled high and struggled low,
And waited for the love to flow,
From Heaven above don’t you know.
John Collins was the best of the best,
He would not compromise.

When his death unplanned did come one day,
He was out of here not far to go,
To where he knew the love would flow,
From Heaven above don’t you know.
John Collins mastered all of the tests,
He would not compromise.

Homily ©

I’m not me sparkling best in the morning,
And this is just a warning.
For good, better and best,
Are the only way to progress.
Life is but a test,
Of good, better and best.

I’m not me sparkling best at noon,
And for this I am going to be lampooned.
So try and get the day’s work done,
And rest a while at noon.
For life is but a test,
Of good, better and best.

I’m not me sparkling best at dusk,
And so the following is a must,
‘Early to bedders’ and ‘early to risers’,
Makes tomorrow full of surprises,
For life is but a test,
Of good, better and best.

Intelligence Quotient ©

I’m dumber than my neighbours dog, and that is sure to say,
The reason is he barks all night and then he barks all day,
I’m dumber than my neighbours dog he does arithmetic,
And when he does his calculus it makes me feel real thick,
I’m dumber than my neighbours dog his fleas are folklore,
I send an email message but he just barks some more,
I’m dumber than my neighbours dog he writes in copperplate,
He barks and barks and barks and barks and won’t communicate,
I got a good result when I called the council number,
I’m dumber than my neighbours dog, but smarter than his owner.

A pet called Jet ©

I have a dog his name is Jet,
He’s smarter than your average pet.
He likes his supper and a sleep,
And likes to run around the yard.

A Kelpie – Labrador ‘cross’,
He let’s me know who is the boss.

I have a pet he’s ‘way out there’,
He’s “smarter than your average bear”.
His name is Jet.

Let not your heart be troubled

Let not your heart be troubled,
Its easy enough to try.
In truth it sets you free,
And gets you through the day.
Let not your heart be troubled,
It’s easy enough to try.

Let not your heart be troubled
Meditate a while.
Focus on what’s positive,
And forget the harmful style.
Let not your heart be troubled,
Meditate a while.

Let not your heart be troubled,
Do good works through and through.
Good works do help others,
To pass their day its true,
Let not your heart be troubled,
Do good works through and through.

The simple prayer/meditation

Take a breath, relax,
And gently focus inwardly,
On the heart region.
Thinking not necessary.

John’s Gospel

The book of John is Gospel,
You can read it anytime.
From “In the Beginning”, to “Amen”,
You can read it line by line.

Birthday card creative ©

Happy to know you,
Happy to love you,
Happy that you care
Happy Birthday!

Then and now ©

There is a place called Mundijong,
Where men and women dairy farmed,
And children wiled their days away,
And roamed the creeks and paddocks.

In the sixties weatherboard shacks,
Dotted the gravel roads and tracks.
From the Depression, homes did last,
Token mem’ries of the past.

Now the old shacks are rarely seen,
Land values soared, new roads put in.
Developments, a recent thing,
Rusty roofs long gone.

There is a place called Mundijong,
Where men and women dairy farmed,
And children wiled their days away,
And roamed the creeks and paddocks.

The Port ©

The seawalls reach towards the west,
The port has slowed and is at rest.
Its eventime the tide is low,
The gulls have left till morning shows.
But Fishermen’s harbour and the strip,
Spring to life for the hip.
A fisher casts his line sublime,
And also casts a solitary shadow,
And now and then he moves along,
On the jetty narrow.

But in Fishermen’s harbour oil has spilled,
From working boats now quiet.
Probably not the best place,
To extract a healthy diet.
Ciccerello’s or Joes ‘Shack’,
Are better options for a meal,
Of fish and chips right royal,
For the fisher’s nightly toil.
And the seawalls reach towards the west,
Fremantle slows and is at rest.

Port Beach Fremantle in spring ©

Spring clears the air of winters’ frosts
The sun is back all is not lost.
The sea is aqua green and blue,
And moves quite gently too and fro.
Tiny waves shake and shimmer
Along the beach the seagulls clammer
Fishers casts their lines afar
And draw the baits towards the beach
While Ships appear horizon bound,
Then disappear into the clouds
A swimmer slowly passes by
Stroke, kick, stroke, kick, stroke, kick, stroke.
Spring clears the air of winters’ frosts,
The Sun returns all is not lost.

Survival

The glass is half empty
The glass is half full,
Time waits for no man
And the waters aren’t still.

Deep waters are silent
Like the quiet soul,
Who tries to survive
A world out of control.

But then there is Jesus
The one and the all,
His love will sustain us
And not let us fall.

John Russell

John Russell ©


John Russell loved the Lord a great deal,,
He would not compromise.
He struggled high he struggled low,
And waited for the love to flow,
From Heaven above don’t you know.

And when it did he continued on,
Through long hot days and the dead of night.
John Russell loved the Lord a great deal,
He would not compromise.

When doubt and lack prevailed,
He ventured forward bent and bowed,
Struggled high and struggled low,
And waited for the love to flow,
From Heaven above don’t you know.
John Russell loved the Lord a great deal,
He would not compromise.

When his death unplanned di – d come one day,
He was out of here no – t far to go,
To where he knew the love would flow,
From Heaven above don’t you know.
John Russell loved the Lord a great deal,
He would not compromise.

John 4. 1-6

1. When the Lord learned that a report had reached the Pharisees that Jesus was winning and baptising more disciples than John –
2. Although Jesus Himself did not baptise, but only His disciples –
3. Jesus left Judaea and set out once more for Galilee.
4. He had to pass through Samaria.
5. He came to a Samaritan town called Sychar, near the little village that Jacob gave to his son Joseph.
6. Now Jacob’s well was there. Since Jesus was tired after His journey, He sat down on the stone curb of the well; and it was about the sixth hour.

John 3. 27-36

27. John’s answer was: “A man can only have what God gives him.”
28. “You yourselves can testify that I said that I am not the messiah, but sent as His fore-runner.”
29. “It is the bridegroom to whom the bride belongs. And the bridegroom’s friend, who stands by and listens to him, is overjoyed at hearing the bridegroom’s voice. This joy is now mine.”
30. “As he increases, I must decrease.”
31. “He who comes from above is above all others. He who is from the earth belongs to the earth. He who comes from heaven is above all.”
32. “And bears witness to what he has seen and heard, yet hardly anyone accepts his witness.”
33. “But he who accepts keeps it sealed that God is true.”
34. “For He whom God has sent utters the words of God. God gives his spirit without measure.”
35. “The Father loves the Son and has entrusted Him with all authority.”
36. “He who believes in the Son has eternal life. But he who does not believe in the Son shall not see that life: God’s wrath rests upon him!”

John 3. 22-26

22. After this, Jesus went into Judaea with his disciples, stayed there with them, and baptised.
23. John too was still baptising at Aenon, near to Salim, because water was plentiful in that region, and people were constantly coming for baptism.
24. This was before John’s imprisonment.
25. Some of John’s disciples had fallen into a dispute with Jews about purification.
26. And they came to John and said: “Rabbi! The man who was you on the other side of the Jordan, to whom you bore witness, here he is, and crowds are flocking to him!”

Homily

A well-known homily follows; and below that my poetic take on it.

Good, better, best.

Good, better, best,
Never let it rest,
Until your good is better,
And your better, best.

Homily ©

I’m not me sparklin’ best in the mornin’,
And this is just a warning.
For good, better and best,
Are the only way to progress.
Life is but a test,
Of good, better and best.

I’m not me sparklin’ best at noon,
And for this I am going to be lampooned.
So try and get the day’s work done,
And rest a while at noon.
For life is but a test,
Of good, better and best.

I’m not me sparklin’ best at dusk,
And so the following is a must,
‘Early to bedders’ and ‘early to risers’,
Makes tomorrow full of surprises,
For life is but a test,
Of good, better and best.