Here are some of my more spiritual poems. I have attended Old Saint Paul's Church, just below Edinburgh's Royal Mile, since 2005, The music and spirituality during High Mass is most uplifting and I let my mind float into other spaces.
TO MY AUNT GLORIA (A modest adaptation of 'May the road rise up to meet you')
MAY THE ROAD RISE UP TO MEET YOU (Youtube video)
ODE TO UNCLE JOHN
AN ODE TO SALVATION
IN PRAISE OF THOMAS TALLIS
MOTHECOMBE BEACH
THE GARDEN AND THE LAKE
THE PETER AND MARY TAVY TIME PIXIE
THE THAW AND THE REVIVAL (with Nicola Romanski)
THE THAW AND THE REVIVAL (Youtube video)
TO CATH (with Thomas Tallis)
THE MORAL HIGH GROUND
IN THE MORELL HIE GROUN ( Scots tongue translation by Scott Forster)
TO IRENE WATSON
LEIGHANNE
THE MAYFLOWER ROSE (Youtube video)
WHEREFORE DENNIS? (Youtube video)
MY DARK KNIGHT
Gabriel, the Dark Knight of Heaven, by Hugh D'Arcy
FOUR GUEST POEMS COMPOSED BY MY FRIENDS
THE TYGER by William Blake, Scots tongue translation by my friend
Scott Forster (honoured by Scottish Language Centre)
MY HAPPINESS GOES LIKE THE DYING LIGHT by Scott Forster
(Youtube video)
WAKE UP MY SON by Lindsay Oliver (Youtube video)
IT WAS THE MAYTIME BLOSSOM OF OUR LOVE by James Carter
(Youtube video)
DOUGHNUT GROYNE
Thomas Hoskyns Leonard
19th April 2015
Two hundred yards west of Brighton Pier,
Have no doubt, have no fear,
That's where in my will I'd said
Should they my ashes spread.
So south from Embro did we go
To stay in Wayne's Place in full flow;
And on the first dark night Brighton Beach
Like a delicious peach did we reach;
And two hundred yards did we pace
To see where I'd kick the trace.
Lo! What a coincidence did we perceive
There on a drystone dyke stood a doughnut brand new
A sphere turned into a torus
Through which the world to view
As if through the eye of a brontosaurus.
Two hundred yards west of Brighton Pier
No further and yet no more near
Stood that immortal groyne,
Worth ever the zillionth coin;
The doughnut a Universe in itself
Under the gaze of a big green elf.
'My grandson will spread my ashes here' I sighed.
'In sight of what's left of the grand West Pier.'
But behold a mightier coincidence, in the skies!
'There's the International Space Station!' Thomas cried
And the bright light above like Beth'lem's star did shine
As Venus herself to the right sipped wine.
And I to my good Lord gave praise
Since here to the Pearly Gates would he me raise;
And my Resurrection would my dear relatives faze.
Oh happy, happy Heaven.
Here comes the once rustic lad from Devon.
Shot of his limp, his haze, and his temporizing
To a grand new dimension bravely rising
Renewed zest and joy forthwith enterprising.
WISHING YOU A VERY, VERY, VERY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Thomas Tallis
Three birthdays ago we met;
A new friendship, full of arguments
Discussion for hours and hours
Endless poetry,
All the time moulding ourselves
Into the hardened nutcases we are today
I’ve learnt a lot from you in many different ways
From Statistics to not accepting second best
But I’ve so learnt how to see the real Tom behind all the illness
How he is crazy and so full of charisma and ideas
As much as we argue every single day about anything at all,
I’d never change a thing
We are as we are
Love Tom Tom
Written on the occasion of Tom Leonard’s 67th Birthday
24th March 2015
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