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Pyramids

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This world has many wonders even miracles it seems,
Then man has added one or two that great men found in dreams,
Yet one stands out as magical, enduring through the years
The pyramids, designed by God then built with sweat and tears.

High up in the universe Orion shows his might
Three stars encrusted on his belt an ever present light,
In Giza sit three pyramids, each one below a star,
A mirror of the heavens, here on earth from oh so far.

For reasons only guessed by man this earth revolves the sun,
It takes one year, and in this time 365.24 days will come,
The pyramid so mighty when its measured round it’s plan,
Reveals that very number, for reasons only guessed by man.

So massive is the pyramid so wide and very tall,
Yet springtime at the equinox no trace of shadows fall,
Sitting perfect on the parallel where North & Southings meet
A point unknown to ancient man for his pyramid to seat.

The earth is round, we’ve come to learn from satellites and beams.
A perfect curve to spin in space with stars and moons it seems.
The pyramid is static yet it’s curve the very same,
The motif of an artist? an impression of a name?

The pyramid it stands aloft, 491 feet,
Just by chance the very height the mean of earth does meet,
A passage formed descending deep inside the structure far,
When projected out the other way would meet the northern star.

144,000 stones each polished flat and true,
Machined within a tolerance and bound with unknown glue,
Each stone a wonder in itself weighing up to fifteen ton,
Mankind today just can not see how this wonder could be done.

BF 29/10/12

Draining the Swamp

The power to lead when the going gets tough,
Is an art in itself and a skill for the tough,
They can stop! Be calm! When all others just freak,
Take control, slow things down, it’s solutions they seek.

If this is the person that you’d like to be,
Then learn to appraise, use some vision to see,
Find the source, use your logic to fight out the fire,
You’ll be strong, you’ll be fearless you never will tire.

However take heed as you climb to the top,
The demons won’t die, they just shift, never stop,
To drain out the swamp, will seem like a farce,
When those gaters and crocs are nipping your arse.

Be strong
JP July 2012

My Old Cat

My old cat,
was not always that,
I remember a kitten so nice.
She would dance by the moon,
To her favourite tune,
Which of course is 3 blind mice.

Her favourite dish,
Is micecream and fish,
Followed by lashings of milk.
Then she’ll purr and she’ll fawn,
Take a stretch and a yawn,
Then a nap on my cushions of silk.

If she fancies a jog,
She will meow at a dog,
And tease it until she is bored.
Climb a tree to the top,
Hear the tweets all stop?
Then home to be spoiled and adored.

Now she wants to retire
So just sits by the fire
And doesn’t move far from the house
Her life is now slow
But there’s eight more to go
She’ll be back and be chasing that mouse.

JP 1 July 2012

Equality- a state of mind

If only we were equal,
I’ve often heard it said,
We’d find the things that ail the world
And put them all to bed.

Scotland wants “equality”
And women want it too
Let’s dish it out in Africa
Let’s start with me and you

But equal can’t be measured
Unless you have a scale
Or scientific number
To describe your Holy Grail.

The truth is we’re all different
It’s our differences that count
If we celebrate each other
Then we won’t feel so left out.

Enjoy your neighbour’s nice bits
Then help them where they’re weak
Show others they can do the same
To forge the world you seek.

Your mind~your world.

JP April 2012

Four Brothers ~ A Mighty Union.

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This is a tale of four brothers I knew
Stewart, Eric, Ian and Wills
I’ll tell you their story and every word true
Their highs and lows their lifts and spills.

They didn’t have much in the early days,
And made their share of silly mistakes.
together they learned to forge their ways
Whilst turning their backs on liars and fakes.

As brothers do they have had their fights
Falling in and out as they made their way,
But they learned how to have some wonderful nights
Yet return to their own lives during the day.

They grew very close with honour and code
Lived side by side and cheek by jowl
But others who couldn’t travel this road
Showed spite and hate both fair and fowl.

Together the brothers stood up to their foes
And they helped their friends to be all they could be
Together they shared to ease many woes
Whilst striking a fear in all tyranny.

They have earned much respect from within and afar
Their battle relentless for all that is good
Now they stand with proud allies who each bear the scar
They have won in the fight for their own neighbourhood

Now they’re followed by millions who all want to share
Their vision of freedom of fairness and truth
They have trust and respect and are known to be fair
Four brothers, a union of real living proof.
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The United Kingdom
Not what it costs, What it’s worth.
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BF April 2012

Super Powers

To Listen to See,
to Feel and to Be,
and to Love.

When a neighbour needs to cry,
You can listen if you try,
Just being there can help to dry their tears.
You don’t even need to speak,
It’s some comfort that they seek,
From your super power to listen to their fears.

When you stop and look around,
there are wonders to be found,
If your mind would only set your vision free.
Watch the acts of selfless kindness,
As they fight our selfish blindness,
Take the blinkers off your super power to see.

You have a gift so very real and that’s your super power to feel,
It may be guilt it may be jealousy or guile.
But don’t be misunderstood,
you can use this power for good,
To be happy to be selfless and to smile.

You have choices every day,
In what you do and what you say,
the choice is yours and can be used to set you free.
Throw away your angst and rage,
Escape the shackles of your cage,
You have the key, and it’s your super power to be.

But the greatest time I’ve found,
Is when love is all around,
It’s a mighty power bequeathed from high above.
When you give it out untold,
It will return a thousand fold,
The greatest super power you have, the power of love.

So know this when you feel zero,
That there is no I in hero,
Remove your mask and show the world your face.
There’s no need to combat danger,
Simply act to help a stranger,
And you’ll move the world to be a better place.

(Oh and Gordon, you can also have wings!)

BF. March 2012.

Hurricane Bawbag

As amber turned to red in the local Scottish Met,
There’s going to be a mighty wind and it’s going to get quite wet,
Tell them all to close the schools and haud the local bus,
As Hurricane Bawbag swept the land they made an awffy fuss.

As it blew its way through Airdrie, a reporter on the spot,
Asked a local “was there damage?” “aye it’s smashed my best plant pot!

It blew it pure dead sideways and it smashed in aw that rain,
I’ll need to sweep the pieces up before my man gets hame”

Non-essential travel the polis had it banned,
But bookies done a roaring trade up and doon the land
The panic buying started from the tweed to falls of feugh
green rizzlers were in short supply along wi iron bru.

100 mile an hour gusts on Leith blew doon a wa’
But you still saw Leither’s sparking up as they went oot for a blaw.
Cold pot noodle pieces were there to save the day
As the leckie lines came off the poles and in the fields the lay.

The locals were quite worried though, the damage could be bad
If sky boxes came of the walls they’d maybe need rehab.
And now bawbag is over the Glesgie catwalk’s rife
Wi fake uggs, PJ’s and a T that’s printed “I survived”

Tap…tap…tap

On a Sunday Summer’s evening
Of a day that had been fine
A couple took a shortcut home
To save a little time.

They took a well known country road
As the evening dimmed it’s light
Till a man, with an axe, by a fallen tree
Said “this way is closed tonight”.

They saw there was a detour
An arrow and handmade sign
He drove and watched and thought he saw
A light from time to time.

The road meandered on and on
And on and on and on
it twisted and turned and got narrower
As the light of the full moon shone

The petrol light was blinking red
As the road came to an end
A house light in the distance
Seemed to be their only friend

He said I’ll walk to get some help
You stay here with the baby
Lock the doors and keep quite still
You’ll be quite safe here…. Maybe

She watched him walk into the dark
And felt a silent chill
She held her baby, locked the doors
The night was deathly still

The minutes seemed like hours
She thought to try and nap
Then her eyes were opened glaring wide
By a gentle tap, tap, tap.

She listened, was she dreaming
Held her breath to hear for more
Then when she thought the sound had gone
Someone tried the door.

She screamed and looked in panic
Out the windows to the night
Where a man stood right beside her
With a blade that glinted bright

Her mind now in a frenzy
With her baby in a clench
To save them both she searched about
And found the tyre wrench

The man walked slowly round the car
Tried each door one by one
She thought I have to do this
To save my baby son

She quickly threw the door ajar
And leapt straight at her foe
The tyre wrench was straight and true
It struck a fatal blow

The body fell and struck the ground
At once she saw her man
And in his hand was holding
A shiny petrol can.

Conscience

The hurt you cause to others
Will hurt you 10 times more
For your conscience stores the guilt
That keeps returning to your door.

Just as the joy you give to others
Will keep you happy, young and true
For your conscience will be clear
Allowing love to flow right through.

BF 27.12.09

Shopping Mall Mum

Over weight and forty,
Your hairs a blinking mess,
They want to charge you camping fees,
Just to wear a dress.

Your best friend is the telly,
The couch your second home,
No stranger to a burger,
You ask why you’re alone.

Your daily stroll around the mall,
You call your exercise,
You dunk so many doughnuts,
It’s your daily “extra size”.

If all this sounds familiar,
And the character seems true
Stop despairing, waken up,
The answer lies with you.

Pull yourself together,
Start walking round a track,
Stop eating chocolate biscuits,
That old you WILL come back.

JP June 2011