The Immigrant

Wild goats roam on the Kashmir hills

The baby is still crying

Piss filled nappy

And 5,000 miles

The past it now is dying

A stranger in a strange land

 

Bold London promises a new tomorrow

The Pocono Mountains stoop Jubal writes

The road ahead

New light reveals the family group

A stranger in a strange land

 

Bradford beckons hope and work

Ben Caxton offers social order

A fair witness

For tomorrow

Grey Pennines trace the next border

A stranger in a strange land

 

Bright Bethesda heals the sick

Dr Filth wears a matted glove Foster’s church

A new found faith

Hope betrays the woman’s love

A stranger in a strange land

 

Cast past on the goat filled slopes

The world without exception

Nelson’s column

Rises so high

And offers a kind reception

A stranger in a strange land

 

Poem: Salvation

In my time of regret and hatred
I can feel your presence near
Like Daniel in the lion’s den
You banish all my fear
My conscience choked by memory
The cancer eats my soul
Like Thomas I doubt my vision
But you make my spirit whole
Pride and prejudice both look down
Upon my fallen sins
I caste my eyes around me
And hear the sound of violins

When the sun goes down upon me
You forgive my last mistake
Like Cain I contemplate this chain
Of events that I must break
My life wrapped up in danger
In the darkness of the night
I struggle blindly on this path
Still learning wrong from right
Pride and prejudice both look down
Upon my fallen sins
I caste my eyes around me
And hear the sound of violins

There’s a dying voice within me
Like the trumpets of the kings
I lie down by calm waters
And let my dreams have wings
I gaze at the last temptation
Of a forgotten memory
In the last dance of loneliness
I see it’s only me
Pride and prejudice both look down
Upon my fallen sins
I caste my eyes around me
And hear the sound of violins

So onward on this journey
To the top of the wondrous hill
Like Judas I paid my penalty
For the betrayal of life’s goodwill
And now I climb still further
Discovering the dreams I lost
My faith it stands beside me
As I no longer count the cost
Pride and prejudice both look down
Upon my fallen sins
I caste my eyes around me
And hear the sound of violins

Poem: The Climb

Life is a journey we walk alone
A steady path
With no road home
Time is a war against the unknown
Fears reside
Within every bone
Strangers come and lovers go
Leaving scars
And wounds below
Age descends as years pass by
Feet on the ground
And eyes to the sky
Mistakes count too many
Yet joys are too few
We hold on tight and enjoy the view
The stumble you see is in your eyes
To me it is a pace
As I meet the rise
The stone in my shoe has been there awhile
It eases the pain
When I climb the next stile
So join me now on this lonely climb
The hill that awaits
Is yours and mine